Chapter 54: Volunteer Lilith

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  To answer again the question in the book review section, the author is an atheist, this book is purely a war novel and a rising great power novel, and has nothing to do with any religious sect.

  When his arm, shot by bullets, began to rot, the inflammation had already begun. Muhamaad was in a fever all the time when he was in Jalalabad, but he insisted on fighting. He knew that he could not fall down, if he fell down, Osama would not be able to get out alive, and his own career would also come to an end.

  Holding on until now, Muhammad could no longer hold on, he fell off the horse's back, his whole body burning hot, and his consciousness began to blur gradually.

  He just felt his body being put back on horseback, followed by rhythmic jolts, and then he knew nothing.

  Later, Muhammad didn't know how long he had been unconscious. He felt his forehead being constantly cooled with a cold towel and small mouthfuls of millet porridge were being fed into his mouth, flowing into his stomach like a clear spring, feeling extremely comfortable.

  Every time I feed you a mouthful, there is a paper towel to wipe away the excess porridge that flows out of the corner of your mouth. Such meticulous care must be from a woman.

  Slowly, Muhammad opened his eyes, and in a daze, he saw a blonde-haired, blue-eyed foreign girl. Her eyes were big, her eyelashes long, and her hair cascaded down like a waterfall. She was wearing a tank top, and the two balls inside were quite full and plump. Her skin was delicate, and her figure was not bad. This was a sexy and lovely girl. At this moment, she was feeding Muhammad, with concern in her eyes.

  "Who are you? How did you get here?" Muhammad asked.

  As soon as Muhammad opened his eyes, the girl was delighted, with a joyful light flashing in her eyes. When Muhammad asked questions, the girl replied immediately: "My name is Lilith, I am a Red Cross volunteer and also a doctor. Your wound has been re-operated on by me, and you have been given three days of fluid transfusion. Your fever has just subsided. Today is already the seventh day since you fell into a coma."

  Red Cross volunteer? Muhammad's gaze reassessed Lirien, a Western girl who exuded the aura of youth, vibrant and full of enticing charm. Unlike Afghan native women, she was radiant and youthful.

  "Are you from America?" Muhammad asked: "How did you come to Afghanistan as a volunteer?"

  "The Red Cross's mission is to provide humanitarian protection and assistance to victims of war and armed violence. Now, Afghanistan is experiencing ongoing warfare, where humanitarian aid is most needed, so I came here," Lilith said.

  "But I am an Afghan guerrilla," Muhammad said: "You will get burned by doing so."

  The Red Cross has its own principles, such as providing humanitarian assistance in combat zones, but never interfering with the fighting of the warring parties, which is also why both sides can tolerate the existence of the Red Cross.

  Of course, this is only on the surface. The people of the Red Cross are also human beings with thoughts and flesh and blood, they have their own sense of right and wrong. Now, the Soviet Union's war is completely illegal, except for the Warsaw Pact, everyone is standing on Afghanistan's side.

  This girl in front of you, came here to save herself, will provoke the Soviet Union, if the Soviet Union finds out, it will be very troublesome.

  "In my eyes, you are just a patient. A doctor saving patients is a sacred mission given by God." Lilith said.

  Looking into Lilith's eyes, full of conviction and persistence, Muhammad said softly: "Anyway, thank you for saving my life."

  "You are a patient and need more rest." Lilith said: "I'll go out first."

  Looking at the girl's lovely back, Muhammad knew that things were not so simple. He saw admiration and joy in the girl's eyes. Had this girl fallen for him?

  Muhammad stroked his big beard, which was far less handsome than it used to be. It's time to shave off this big beard.

  "Commander, you've finally woken up." After Lilith left, Khwaja and Durani walked over.

  "What's new with the Soviets these days?" Muhammad asked.

  "They have posted notices all over Jalalabad, listing you as the number one wanted man." Khwaja said: "However, there is no movement so far, and no signs of a sweep in this direction."

  Listening to Khwaja's words, Muhammad furrowed his brow. The Soviets knew they had grasped so many secrets and yet remained so calm, not coming to the mountains to sweep them away - it was truly too suspicious.

  "Post many sentries and watch for Soviet movements." Muhammad said: "The Soviet counter-attack will certainly be very swift."

  The calm at this time is just a prelude to the storm, and Muhammad has a very bad feeling.

  "Thank goodness, you've finally woken up." Along with a bright and clear voice, Osama appeared at the door, his shoulder carrying an RPG.

  After arriving here, Osama, like other guerrilla members, began training and mastered the use of various weapons. He received news that Muhammad had woken up and immediately ran over.

  "I will not go to see the Great God until the liberation of Afghanistan is completed. I will continue to fight with everyone until all the Soviets are driven out!" Muhammad said.

  ………

  Afghanistan's autumn is brief and cold, this is a place closest to the sky, but also farthest from heaven.

  The cold wind blows across the desolate plain, blowing against the high mountains. Even in the leeward areas of the mountain valleys, it is extremely cold. This is just autumn.

  Muhammad's body had fully recovered, he stood in the valley, looking at the guerrillas who were training on the slope, the cold wind blowing their robes, even their beards were shaking in the cold wind, and their faces were firm and brave.

  "The TOW missile, after firing, still needs to continue aiming at the target." Muhammad looked at the guerrilla member operating the portable launcher of the TOW missile and said: "This is semi-active infrared guidance, just aim at the target, if it were a Soviet missile, you would need to use the control stick."

  The Americans' missile technology is advanced, and getting this thing makes Muhamed very satisfied.

  Just then, Muhammad saw two people coming from the mountain pass, one of whom was a girl in cowboy pants and a white shirt, exuding an attractive aura.

  "Lilith, haven't you left yet?" Muhammad asked.

  "These past few days, I've been walking around the nearby villages, helping those who need medical treatment. Many villagers are in need of food, and I think that after a few more days, I'll go back to apply to the International Red Cross." said Lilith.

  Afghanistan's land is barren, food was already scarce, now in the midst of war, many lands are deserted, making food even scarcer, this winter will be extremely harsh.

  "Thank you, Lilith," Muhammad said.

  Just then, Muhammad suddenly furrowed his brow and perked up his ears.

  "Quickly, protect the villagers, retreat into the mountains!" Muhammad said.

  In the distant sky, a rumbling sound came, as if thunder was rolling in.

  Then, the mountain mouth changed, and the sound of propellers came, the Soviet plane had come again!

  Several guerrilla fighters jumped onto their horses and headed towards the surrounding villages. The last time the Soviets attacked a village, no one survived. After that, Muhammad made arrangements: as soon as they discovered the Soviets were attacking, they would immediately retreat and hide in safe caves!

  As previously arranged, the guerrilla fighters galloped away on horseback, while the remaining ones rushed back to the mountain cave and carried the poisonous thorn missiles.

  Not like last time, facing the Soviet aircraft in the sky was helpless. Now, with the support of American-made Stinger missiles, we can completely knock down the planes in the sky!

  The rumbling sound quickly approached, and two black dots grew larger and larger until they became two fighter jets.

  It's still T-8! Muhammad's eyes blazed with fury, these two T-8 racks were loaded with ammunition, it was clear that they had come to bomb again.

  We can't let these two planes bomb our own village again! If the Soviet plot succeeds, the villagers will be terrified, or flee, or turn to the Soviets.

  From the direction, those two planes are coming this way, Muhamed gritted his teeth, take them down!

  The cost is too great, this is the base of the guerrilla team. Once the shooting starts, the Soviets will know their position and it will be exposed here. It must be transferred as soon as possible.

  Muhammad ran quickly up the mountain, where there was a hidden 12.7mm caliber M1938

  DShK heavy machine gun, tripod, with anti-aircraft sight ring.

  As Muhammad ran over, on the other side of the hill, Durrani was already sitting in front of another machine gun. At this time, Durrani had become a skilled machine gunner.

  Two machine guns can form a crossfire, locking down planes flying in this direction.

  The Soviet plane, in rapid approach, the red five-star under the wing, so clear.

  Muhammad felt his heart pounding, not because it was his first time on the battlefield, but because in his memory, there had never been a record of an Su-25 being shot down on the Afghan battlefield.

  This is a sturdy fighter, and in order to improve its survivability, apart from titanium alloy armor, even the control stick is transmitted to the wing surface through thick steel beams. Ordinary bullets have no effect on it, and poison stingers also find it difficult to shoot down this plane.

  This was also why Mullah Mohammed chose Jalalabad last time, the plane was too tough.

  At this time, there is no other choice.

  Several guerrilla fighters carrying toxic-tipped missiles also hid in suitable positions, ready to attack the plane at any time.

  Muhammad's gaze was fixed on the warplane in the sky, his gun muzzle constantly tracking the plane as it moved. He was fully focused and hadn't noticed at all that a girl had walked onto the mountain top, seemingly unafraid of death.