Chapter 90: Jumping off the Cliff

  Finally, a path was cleared behind him. Everyone felt their hearts racing as they slowly backed away, the guns in their hands no longer had ammunition and could not be fired, but still maintained a shooting posture, which was an unconscious action.

  Osama was the last to leave, his face still wearing a calm smile, holding the detonator switch in his hand, and his mouth seemed to be slightly raised with sarcasm.

  Step by step, he left the Soviet encirclement and headed towards the direction of the mountain top.

  The distance between the two sides was increasing, and Muhammad looked at those Soviets staying in place, then at the hovering helicopter in the sky, still not out of danger. Just a moment ago, the Soviets were about to abandon their own captured soldiers when they left Osama's mortar killing range, but danger would approach again.

  Osama also realized this, so he walked very slowly and kept a distance of tens of meters from Muhammad and others.

  As they got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, the Soviets still didn't move. Muhammad's heart beat faster as he knew he had made a correct bet. The Soviets also knew that this side was a cliff, so they watched as their own troops walked step by step into the abyss without stopping them.

  One step, another step, when they reached the top of the mountain, everyone stopped.

  Behind him was a steep cliff, and at the foot of the cliff was a gurgling stream, which was a mountain river.

  "Snipers, take aim!" the Soviet battalion commander shouted.

  As the Soviet commander's order was given, the snipers hiding there had already locked their targets in the crosshairs of their scopes, except for a few who were holding Soviet prisoners and didn't have a clear shot, all the others were completely within their grasp.

  As his index finger pulled the trigger, the bullet flew across the 800-meter distance in just one second.

  Their eyes remained fixed on the sights, waiting for the bullets to pierce each other's bodies, a scene of blood splattering.

  But at this moment, it seemed as if the other side knew they were going to be sniped and had already made a new move.

  Muhammad took the lead and jumped down from the cliff with a kick of his two legs.

  Before jumping down, Muhamed had stabbed the Soviet captive in the back with his own dagger.

  What's scary about a cliff? Just jump down and it's all over. Besides, there's deep water below to cushion the fall.

  Muhammad's head went down. Both hands stretched out to the front, in a standard breaststroke position. "Splash." With a soft sound, his body plunged into the water, sinking five or six meters before stopping, his two legs kicking hard against the water, his body swaying back and forth like a fish. He floated up to the surface.

  One by one, heads began to emerge around him. Muhammad looked at the people including Fahim and saw that they were all still alive, he was overjoyed.

  "We must leave here quickly," Muhammad said.

  Those Soviets appeared on the cliff and when they looked down from the cliff, all they saw was the stream flowing between the mountains. They didn't have the courage to follow and jump down.

  But the airflow at this cliff is too complicated, and the female deer helicopter quickly followed. It only dared to sweep back and forth at the top of the cliff, not daring to continue descending.

  "Rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat." From the top of the cliff, Soviet soldiers fired down at them, bullets entering the water. Drawing out curved lines, advancing a few meters, the bullets began to tumble in the current.

  "Seal off the area completely!" The Soviet commander exclaimed in a fluster.

  ………

  Lion's mouth.

  The mountains and rocks here are towering, the protruding rock on the top of the mountain is very similar to a lion's pattern, so it was named Lion's Mouth by the local villagers.

  On the mountain, some trees were sparsely growing, and in this not-so-dense small forest, the guerrilla fighters were quietly staying.

  It was a failed battle, although they retreated in the end, nearly half of them died. Thinking of their comrades lying on that mountain pass, each person had a lump in their throat.

  Masood was even more distressed, he thought of how since meeting Karina, he had gradually become infatuated with this girl, he liked this girl, really liked her, and this girl wasn't just a pretty face, she could also fight, Masood treated this girl as his confidante, and eventually became his wife.

  Originally, Masood had planned not to find a wife before driving out the Soviets, but Karina's appearance made Masood completely forget his former beliefs, and he trusted Karina deeply.

  And now, this Karina has given herself a profound lesson, she led herself into the ambush circle of the Soviet people, if it wasn't for Muhammad's rescue, all her warriors would be lying there.

  Unity! As long as all Afghans, regardless of ethnicity, unite, they will surely emerge victorious! Masood had previously held prejudices against the Pashtuns, but at this moment, they have completely disappeared. Especially Muhammad, who not only brought his guerrilla troops to save them but also chose to stay behind and cover for them at the most critical moment.

  Half a day has passed and Muhammad hasn't returned yet? Masoud's heart is slowly becoming anxious.

  "Dulani, when is our instructor coming back?" Ramai said to Dulani from another group.

  Although they had gone through life-and-death battles and had become friends, when resting, they still sat in two circles. Around Durrani were scattered his men, while around Muhammad sat his followers.

  "Our instructor is fiercely beating up the Soviets. Once he's beaten them all to the ground, he'll be back," Dulan said.

  Muhammad is not here, Khwaja, Osama and others are not here, Durrani as the veteran of the guerrilla squad that initially followed Muhammad must now hold up the entire guerrilla squad.

  Actually, Durrani was also worried in his heart. This time is different from before. There were only a dozen or so instructors, but they had to block the attack of hundreds and thousands of Soviet people. Moreover, the Soviets had helicopters and infantry fighting vehicles. The instructor...the instructor will definitely come back! Durrani believed that the instructor was always good at creating miracles, and this time would not disappoint himself either.

  At that time... At that time, if I had disobeyed orders and fought alongside the instructor, it would have been better! However, if the instructor had sacrificed himself. Then I will lead people to avenge the instructor!

  Dulani gazed steadfastly into the distance and pulled out a piece of field ration from his body, gnawing on it.

  These are all combat rations that have been supported, although they are very hard to bite and very dry. With a mouthful of saliva, it takes half a day to swallow, but it is extremely resistant to hunger, and such a small piece can support half a day.

  "Chirp, chirp." Just then, the guerrilla fighter on sentry duty let out a soft insect call, the prearranged warning signal that someone was approaching!

  "Get ready for battle." Durrani shouted. He picked up his own RPK light machine gun and moved forward quickly.

  Outside the forest, a group of people appeared, they walked very fast, almost like a gust of wind, and soon approached in front of them.

  Instructor! Duranni recognized the figure walking in front at a glance, and his heart was excited. He ran out from the hidden forest.

  "Commander, you've finally returned!" Durrani shouted at Muhammad.

  "Nonsense! Of course I'm back, where else can I go?" Muhammad said: "Where is Mr. Masood?"

  "Mr. Mohammad, on behalf of the Panjshir guerrillas, I express my deepest gratitude for your actions this time." Masood said, bowing his body down. His right hand was placed in front of his chest, and he bowed deeply: "You are right, we Afghans, as long as we unite, can achieve final victory."

  Muhammad's clothes were still dripping with water, he had jumped into the water with people and swum for over ten miles before landing in a hidden place, then under Fahim's leadership, they took a detour back here.

  At this time, even Muhhamad had a feeling of escaping from death. Every battle in Afghanistan was so thrilling.

  After this battle, the Panjshir guerrillas and their own guerrilla forces finally became comrades-in-arms, and they realized the importance of unity, which made Mohammad very pleased.

  "Mr. Masood, our guerrilla team is fighting against the Soviet Union. If we unite, we will definitely succeed." Muhammad said, stretching out his hand to help Masood up, and at this moment, he saw a shiny thing on Masood's arm.

  In an instant, Muhammad's face changed: "Mr. Masood, where did this watch come from?"

  …………

  On the bare mountain ridge, a special forces soldier of the GRU sat on the ground, Chyak looked around at the rolling mountains and said to Kurnaeva: "Ava, can you find those guerrillas?"

  The Pan Jie Xi guerrilla was surrounded in the ambush circle, while Muhammad's Jalalabad guerrilla did not follow up. Jiayake led his own special warfare brigade and followed the guide Kulnieva to turn around in the mountains for half a day, but nothing was found.

  Kulni Awa bit her lip, her big eyes turned around in a circle, and she looked extremely sexy. She said to Jiayake: "That Mahamad is very cunning, maybe he has received the news that Masud was surrounded and escaped ahead of time."

  Of course they ran away, what's there to say? The key is where did they run to! Chyako looked at Kulneva with a dissatisfied expression.

  Just as he was about to continue expressing his dissatisfaction to Kulnev, Dyakov saw his orderly hastily approaching him.

  "Report to the commander, the 682nd Motorized Infantry Brigade has sent a message that the guerrilla force broke through their encirclement and left the Panjshir Valley, entering Badakhshan Province," said the communications soldier.

  "What?" Jiayue suddenly stood up: "A mechanized brigade, even several hundred guerrilla troops can't handle it. Are the 108th Division all grown from eating feces?"

  According to their information, the Jalalabad guerrillas suddenly appeared and opened a gap, rescuing the Panjshir guerrillas. The communications officer reported one bad news after another.

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