Chapter 49: Jailbreak

  A thin face, one side swollen high, this was the result of a heavy punch during the interrogation. His body was still good, no blood or scars were seen. He sat on the dry grass spread on the ground, looking at Muhammad with a pair of spirited eyes.

  "Brother, how did you get in?" Seeing the blood still flowing from Muhammad's arm, he was obviously shot. His attitude towards Muhammad suddenly became very good, and the two must have had a common faith.

  "With a rocket propelled grenade, they blew up a bar and killed over 100 Soviets." Muhhamed said calmly.

  Over a hundred! The man almost immediately stood up, but just as he moved, he let out an "aiyo" and sat back down.

  His hands and feet were locked together with iron chains, unable to move even if he wanted to.

  "Brother, I admire you!" The people on the ground said: "You are a great hero!"

  Muhammad sat down beside him and asked: "How did you get in?"

  "I founded a service camp," the man on the ground said. "I recruited Arab volunteers to help Afghan refugees and the Afghan mujahideen. For two days, Jalalabad was locked down, and I was unfortunately caught while passing through a checkpoint."

  "Service! In Muhammad's mind, the name of a person who shook the world in later generations suddenly flashed, and he couldn't help but ask: "Osama Bin...?"

  Osama was born into a wealthy merchant family in Saudi Arabia, originally, his life could be like other rich second generations, reading university, inheriting companies, marrying dozens of wives, enjoying everything brought by wealth.

  Osama's life trajectory was disrupted by the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan, and the young Osama abandoned his studies to leave peaceful Saudi Arabia for war-torn Afghanistan.

  In the early days, Osama did not directly participate in the fight against the Soviets. He was more like an international Red Cross, helping Afghan refugees and sometimes assisting the Afghan mujahideen.

  Thus Osama also got on the Soviet blacklist and was unexpectedly captured in this action.

  For the past two days, Jalalabad has been on high alert due to the arrival of the two test pilots. To ensure their safety, roadblocks and checks have been very strict.

  As a result, two test pilots still died and their bodies were never found. Only shattered limbs remained in the wreckage.

  When Muhammad called out his own name, Osama was even more surprised, "How did you know my name?"

  "I am the commander of a guerrilla unit in the northern mountains of Jalalabad," Mohammad said. "I've heard about you, you helped many Afghan refugees and even spent your own money to buy a batch of weapons for the guerrillas."

  A guerrilla band in the north? Osama couldn't help but ask, "Do you know Muhammad Khamar? He led a guerrilla band and attacked the airbase at Jalalabad, destroying more than a dozen Stingers. I was hoping to meet him this time when I came to Jalalabad."

  Muhammad rubbed his nose: "I am Muhammad, I didn't think I was so famous."

  Osama looked at Muhamed's hands in surprise: "You just came in with handcuffs."

  Muhammad had an extra hairpin in his hand, which he had just picked up from the side during the interrogation. Now, he straightened the hairpin and used it to unlock his handcuffs while talking to Osama.

  "Speak softly." Muhammad said.

  Osama stared in amazement as Muhammad continued to poke at the shackles on his feet with a hairpin, poking them a dozen or so times until they clattered open.

  "Come on, it's your turn." Muhammad said.

  This Osama was even more uncomfortable. His handcuffs and leg irons were tied together, so he could only maintain this posture, his whole body had long been sore and numb.

  Muhammad poked at the handcuffs with a hairpin for a few moments, then sprang them open. Osama let out a breath and flexed his wrists.

  Then Muhammad continued to fiddle with his leg irons and after a bit more struggling Osama was finally free.

  There were footsteps outside the door. A prison guard looked through the window of the iron gate, saw that both men were leaning against the wall, and left.

  Everyone has an off day, now Muhammad is unfortunately caught, he knows that this is his only chance.

  Relying on those secrets, he temporarily stunned the Soviets. Once the Soviets confirmed the intelligence, they would definitely interrogate him again. Moreover, having killed so many Soviets, wanting to get out alive was a fantasy. Even if he revealed all the secrets, the final result would still be execution by firing squad.

  Now is the only chance, jailbreak!

  Muhammad re-examined the prison, which was the original Jalalabad prison. The walls were made of brick and not very solid; given enough time, it would be possible to dig a hole through them, but now there wasn't enough time.

  In front of an iron gate, only a small opening was left for delivering meals. Unless the prison guard could be deceived into opening the door, it was impossible to get out.

  Apart from these, only the wall behind is left. On the top of the wall, there is an iron window made of steel bars inserted into the bricks, which is just a ventilation hole. The prison was so airtight that it often happened that prisoners were suffocated to death in the prison. Later, after the renovation of the prison here, more ventilation holes were added.

  It seems that the only way is to think of a solution from this air outlet, Muhammad took the shackles and wrapped the iron chain on the steel bars adjacent to the air outlet. The thick steel bars were impossible for him to pry open.

  After the chain wrapped up, Muhammad inserted the handcuffs between the chains and started using the handcuffs as a lever to twist the chains. The chains were gradually tightened, and two steel bars made a slight sound, slowly bending.

  The handcuffs aren't working well, if there's a crowbar that would be perfect. Muhammad's hands are numb, this is his only chance to escape, he can't give up.

  When the iron chain is tightened, it will pull two steel bars, and the distance between the steel bars will gradually decrease, being pulled into an arc. Then, one of the steel bars starts to loosen slowly, and finally pulls out from the brick seam!

  Muhammad took this steel bar, a hole had already appeared in the window of the cell, and he did it again, removing three steel bars. Although the hole was small, it was enough for one person to climb out.

  "Osama, hurry up, you go out first." Muhammad said to Osama.

  "You go first!" At this time, Osama was very righteous.

  "Alright." Muhammad didn't decline again. At this time, going out first was more dangerous after all; outside were Soviet people everywhere.

  Muhammad's head went out first, unless it was a big fat man, otherwise, as long as the head went out, the body would definitely follow.

  Muhammad struggled at the entrance for a couple of times, and slowly flipped out from inside. Here is the second floor, he stretched his hand outward, reached the pipe of the drain, and slowly crawled down.

  It was now dusk, half an hour before nightfall.

  As Muhammad came out, Osama also crawled out. When he saw that there were still several meters below, he was taken aback.

  Muhammad's two legs landed on the ground, he looked up at Osama above him, waving his hand continuously, indicating that he should come down immediately.

  And Osama is doing the same action, continuously waving at Muhammad.

  What's going on? Muhammad looked back and saw two Soviet soldiers suddenly appearing at the corner of the wall.

  The AK-74 slung behind his back, the two men were very inattentive and lazily walked to the corner of the wall, then they were about to undo their pants.

  The prison has only one toilet, which is very far away. As a result, the soldiers guarding the prison almost always come to the back of the prison to urinate.

  Apart from urine, there are also some yellowish-white substances; many people even solve their bowel movements here.

  Two men unbuttoned their trousers, just wanting to take out ** things, suddenly, a Soviet soldier raised his head and saw Muhammad who had nowhere to hide.

  Suddenly, he was startled in his heart: "What are you doing?"

  As soon as his hands let go of his pants, he wanted to pull out the gun from behind, but just as his hands had let go, his pants fell down. A gust of cool wind blew over, chilling him to the bone.

  Muhammad didn't even think about it, at this time, he could only go all out!

  Muhammad's hand was still holding a steel bar, which had just been removed from the prison window. Now, Muhammad took it in his stride and stabbed straight ahead with the steel bar.

  The bayonet, with a fierce whizzing sound, was thrust into the chest of the Soviet soldier who was busy adjusting his trousers. He let out a blood-curdling scream and fell backwards, head over heels.

  Muhammad swiftly pulled out the dagger from the guy's waist belt.

  Another Soviet soldier, when Muhamed reached out to kill his comrade, had already pulled up his pants, stepped back, quickly unslung his rifle from behind, and just as he was about to pull the bolt, a strange object flew over.

  Disgusting! Feces! The Soviet soldier subconsciously threw his head back, but still couldn't dodge it. Slap! Something with a special smell splattered on his face, and he couldn't open his eyes either.

  Muhammad took the opportunity to swing that dagger, and it sliced through the guy's trachea, then continued to slice through the carotid artery on the side of his neck.

  Blood splattered onto Muhammad's body, Muhammad sheathed his knife, just as the opponent loosened his grip, covering his own neck in that instant, Muhammad effortlessly pulled over that AK-74 rifle.

  "Quick!" Muhammad stuck the bayonet into his waist, holding a gun in one hand and quickly unfastening the Soviet soldier's cartridge pouch with the other, slinging it onto his own back as he shouted to Osama behind him.

  Just now, Osama was also very desperate and directly jumped down from the second floor. He picked up something on the ground with his hands, thinking it was a half-brick, but unexpectedly it was still not completely dry dung. Throwing this thing over there had an even better effect.

  Osama rushed over, bent down, and snatched the AK-74 rifle from another Soviet soldier who had been shot with steel wire. At this time, the Soviet soldier was still conscious, his whole body trembling constantly, and blood kept coughing out of his mouth.

  Osama's eyes were filled with a fighting spirit as he carried the bullet bag, and he was very satisfied to be able to fight alongside Muhammad.