Chapter Fifty-Three: Escaping Death

  Just as the Caucasian Shepherd Dog was about to continue biting, it suddenly rolled its eyes and its entire body went limp.

  Muhammad had no choice but to stab with his bayonet, and when it was stuck in the military dog's mouth, Muhammad continued to exert force, the bayonet pierced through the dog's skull and into its brain, instantly, the dog didn't even let out a cry before dying.

  Muhammad didn't have time to pull out the dagger, it was inserted too deeply, he could only pull out his hand, and the military dog's body rolled down from the rooftop.

  "Go ahead!" Muhammad said to Osama, at this time, there was no second way to go, only rushing through this street could run to the location of the tunnel, as long as they drilled into the tunnel, it would be a successful escape.

  Mohammad raised his AK-74 rifle and fired at the Soviet soldiers who were hiding, this time he used burst mode.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat..." The bullets shot out of the gun and flew towards the Soviets, who ducked down to avoid them.

  Muhammad and Osama were about to jump off the roof, just a few steps away from running to the other side. This path was dangerous but had to be taken!

  Just as Muhammad was about to get up, he fell down again.

  From the corner of the street, a rumbling sound came, and an off-road military vehicle appeared at the corner. The car was open-top, with a heavy machine gun mounted on the rear seat.

  The Soviets arrived too quickly! Their reaction was also extremely swift. When Muhammad saw the military vehicle, a ominous premonition surged in his mind, could it be that he would really die here?

  "Quick jump!" Muhammad said.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat-tat." The heavy machine gun on the military vehicle swept across the rooftop, instantly creating large holes. Then, with a loud crash, the roof collapsed.

  This is just an ordinary civilian house! If there are people inside the house, they will definitely be injured. These Soviets simply do not care about the lives of Afghans!

  Muhammad didn't have time to think much, the heavy machine gun continued firing, not only did it collapse the roof, but the shooter also lowered the machine gun, 12.7mm bullets hit the earthen wall of the house, one bullet passed through, leaving a big hole, after more than a dozen bullets flew in, the entire wall was penetrated.

  With a loud crash, the house collapsed completely, and smoke filled the air.

  At the moment of the house collapse, the machine gun stopped firing. The gunman looked at the collapsed house here and the criminal would definitely not escape!

  At this moment, the machine gunner's eyes suddenly widened as he stared at a figure emerging from the smoke and dust, accompanied by a crisp sound.

  "Bang!"

  Muhammad suddenly stood up, raised his gun, aimed and fired in one swift motion.

  The bullet flew past, and a hole suddenly appeared on the machine gunner's head. The machine gunner had already cocked his index finger on the trigger, but didn't press it down.

  "Russians, get out of Afghanistan!" Muhammad shouted, grabbing an AK-74 and rushing out.

  Osama followed Muhamed out.

  The bravery of the two suppressed these Soviet soldiers, who faced the incoming bullets and did not dare to stick their heads out to return fire. The opponent's marksmanship was too accurate, and just as the house collapsed, they stood up, fired, and hit the machine gunner. It was simply a godly marksman! Fighting against someone like that at close range was very stressful.

  Seizing this brief opportunity, Muhammad and Osama rushed onto the street, their lives hanging in the balance.

  Run, run, run across this street and go to the other side!

  Just as they were running into the middle of the road, Muhammad suddenly bent down: "Take cover!"

  In this brief moment, another Soviet soldier stood up next to the machine gunner's corpse and resumed firing at Muhammad and Osama.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat." The machine gun's bullets whizzed past the two men's ears, and if they had been a tenth of a second later, they would have been cut in half by the gunfire.

  The machine gun fired immediately, suppressing the two men, who fell to the ground and began rolling to one side. Even so, it was only a matter of time before they were hit.

  Is it really going to end like this? No! Absolutely not! Muhammad had a scream in his heart, his career in Afghanistan had just begun, and so many people were following him, he absolutely could not die here!

  "Rocket launcher!" Just then a Soviet soldier who had just stood up to fire shouted.

  Suddenly, another group of people appeared on the street over here. One guy was carrying a rocket launcher and fired it at that machine gun which was still roaring.

  "Boom!" Along with the rocket projectile flying over, that machine gun, together with the entire off-road vehicle, immediately burst into flames in the explosion.

  "Run!" Muhammad scrambled up again with Osama and continued sprinting forward.

  They've come for me.

  Durrani, carrying a rocket launcher, knocked down the off-road vehicle and retreated back to the courtyard, reloaded, and when he reappeared, the rocket flew towards the Soviet soldiers' position who were firing their guns, instantly, several Soviet soldiers flew into the sky amidst screams.

  Khawaja, Herman... They held guns and fired at Soviet soldiers, covering Muhammad's retreat.

  "Quick, into the tunnel." Seeing Mohammad finally arrive, Khwaja shouted, using his own SVD to take out another Soviet soldier before following him into the tunnel.

  When he finally came in, he thoroughly blocked the entrance and laid down a trap outside.

  This is the last time we'll be using this tunnel, after this battle the Soviets will discover it and take measures to destroy it, they can just detonate a powerful bomb on the surface and collapse the tunnel, they have to hurry.

  Everyone was on high alert, yesterday they withdrew from here and have been waiting ever since. When they found out that Muhammad hadn't returned, Khwaja made the decision to come back and pick up Muhammad!

  It came just in time. If it had come one second later, Muhammad and Osama would have been riddled with bullets.

  When running out from the other end of the tunnel, everyone was panting with exhaustion. The tunnel was very low and it didn't feel good to run while bending over.

  This side is already a sheepfold outside the city, although the mountain slope is desolate, there are some wild grasses that can be grazed by sheep. After the Soviet Union occupied Jalalabad, once accidentally, all the sheep here were taken to the army and the sheepfold was abandoned from then on.

  Now, when Muhammad emerged from the tunnel entrance, he saw a sheepfold with a string of fine horses staying there, and suddenly, it was a joy.

  "Quickly, mount your horses!" Khwaja shouted.

  In the mountains, guerrilla troops relied only on their two legs, and the speed was very slow. Cars, on the other hand, needed to burn oil, which was very difficult to obtain under these conditions. In comparison, horses that could run by just eating grass were naturally the favorite of the guerrilla troops.

  With these horses, representing the guerrilla warfare after the battle will be more smooth, come and go freely, faster than the Soviet T-62.

  Everyone mounted their horses and galloped out of the sheepfold towards the distant mountains.

  "Khawaja, how did we get these horses?" Muhammad asked Khawaja as they entered the mountain and reached a safe area.

  "It was Hadim who arranged it," Khwaja said: "Hadim, in Jalalabad, inadvertently got in touch with an organization called the Service Corps. The Service Corps learned that our guerrilla band was having trouble moving around and sent us several dozen horses. You didn't have time to report last time you went to Peshawar, and when you returned, we came to Jalalabad. At that time, these horses were on their way."

  "Osama brother, thank you for your help."

  Osama smiled and said to Muhamed: "Muhamed, if it weren't for your rescue, I would have had a hard time escaping from prison this time. We've been through thick and thin together, it's really great! In the past, I was just helping the guerrillas in the service camp, but now I'm asking to join your team and fight side by side with you!"

  Osama had never directly participated in battles before, this was the first time. Several times he narrowly escaped death, which made his will even more determined. When he saw the Soviets fall down in front of him, Osama felt an indescribable sense of elation. This is the life of a hot-blooded man!

  I want to join this guerrilla team and fight together!

  "Osama, the role of your service camp is even greater." Muhammad said: "Your service camp provides equipment for the mujahideen, allowing them to kill more Soviet devils than killing enemies on the front line."

  "The jihad will continue to operate normally." Osama said: "With my trusted men in charge, without me, it will continue to function. I don't want to be a silent hero behind the scenes anymore. I want to use the gun in my hand to ignite fierce battles on Afghan soil and fight together with Afghan brothers to drive out the Soviets! Muslims have no borders!"

  Upon hearing Osama's persistence, Mohammed said: "Well, I represent the Mujahideen, welcome to join us, let's fight shoulder to shoulder, bravely go into battle to drive out the Soviets!"

  Osama's heart was surging with excitement, he felt that joining this guerrilla force would bring him a new life and more battles waiting for him.

  "Go on, back to base," Muhammad said, pulling on the reins and preparing to mount.

  Just as he was about to mount his horse, Muhammad's body suddenly went limp and fell off the horse.

  "Captain!" everyone shouted.

  Osama rushed over and tried to lift up Muhammad's body, but as soon as he touched him, his hand recoiled in shock - it was scorching hot! Muhammad had a high fever!