Chapter 64: James is Captured

  Afghanistan is composed of nearly three hundred large and small tribes, the largest being Pashtun, followed by Tajik. Historically, there have been various grudges and ignorance between these tribes, which are the root cause of tribal contradictions.

  In the north of Jalalabad, however, there were not many Pashtuns, and Tajiks were in the majority. These people formed guerrilla bands, originally intending to do great deeds, but they found that they could hardly get enough to eat, and lacked arms and ammunition, so that they had no capacity for regular fighting.

  It was those Pashtun guys who went to Jalalabad and blew up the airport! They destroyed dozens of planes and killed hundreds of Soviets! With this achievement, they suppressed the surrounding guerrilla forces, who couldn't even lift their heads!

  The words were full of vinegar, as if his beloved woman had been snatched away. James had originally intended to let them lead the way for him and find Muhammad, but now that idea seemed to have fallen through.

  If I were to mention Muhammad now, I might be driven out of the cave immediately.

  "Mr. James, we also want heavy machine guns." Lamayile said: "If there are heavy machine guns on the mountain, we can shoot down planes and armored vehicles, and we will not have enough confidence to fight the Soviet Union!"

  Listening to Lamier's words, James couldn't help but think of a word in his heart - idiot. Do you think one heavy machine gun can solve the problem of the elk? No wonder you've had no results all along!

  James smiled and said, "Alright, I'll apply for it upstairs."

  The atmosphere of chatting in the cave is still friendly, and now the sky is about to brighten up.

  It's now the most difficult time for a person, with soldiers guarding outside holding AKM automatic rifles. He felt his eyelids fighting, he closed his eyes, wanting to open them again, but somehow couldn't open them anymore.

  Snoring sounds had already come from his nose, he was too tired.

  He didn't notice that beside him, a lump of snow was slowly moving towards him. The lump of snow got closer and closer until it reached his side. Suddenly, the lump of snow changed shape, stretching out two hands. The right hand held a shiny military knife, while the left hand swiftly covered his mouth from behind.

  Fresh blood flowed out from the neck, scorching hot blood spurted out, dyeing the ground nearby red.

  His body convulsed twice and then stiffened up straight and motionless.

  General Kri?evi? wiped his sword on the man's body twice, wiping off the fresh blood, and returned it to his waist.

  Behind them, dozens of snowballs followed and came up.

  There were no other sentries around, this guerrilla team's vigilance was really poor!

  Although Jill Kutcherra was a bit strange, the pack mules were not seen. Had they been delivered to local homes after unloading?

  Never mind, anyway, following that guerrilla fighter, I found this place. This cave looks quite large and should be the guerrilla's base.

  So, the next task is to eliminate the guerrilla forces here!

  Divided into two teams, standing on both sides of the cave entrance, Gilko gave a gesture to Krzyszewicz.

  Kri?evi? pulled a hand grenade from his belt, pulled the pin and threw it in.

  "Mr. James, we also want to go to Peshawar for military training, can you contact the Islamic Union of Afghan Mujahideen?" Ramayul continued to ask James.

  It was indeed a disorganized small guerrilla team. Just as James was about to respond, he suddenly heard a faint noise.

  "Bang."

  That's the sound of something being thrown from outside! James was startled for a moment, and without thinking, he immediately shouted: "Take cover!"

  The cave was too small, and the explosion of a hand grenade could have injured many people. As James fell to the ground, he quickly placed the large pot beside him over his body.

  What's going on? Lamai hadn't even reacted yet when a huge fireball suddenly appeared, accompanied by an earth-shaking explosion.

  "Boom!" Along with the explosion, countless fragments flew in, and the surrounding guerrilla fighters suddenly let out wave after wave of mournful cries.

  This is just the beginning.

  When the explosion sounded, an even more frightening sound came from outside.

  "Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat." With the sound of gunfire, several Soviet soldiers burst in, their AK-74 rifles set to automatic fire. Anywhere they saw a person, they immediately opened fire without hesitation.

  Kill them, kill all these guerrilla fighters! The Soviets have no mercy at all.

  Victory came too easily, when Gil Kozlov walked into the cave, he saw corpses all around, only one partisan was left behind, this guy wore Soviet military boots and had a holstered pistol, like a leader.

  At this time, his arm was hit by a bullet, and he still trembled as he tried to pull out the pistol.

  "Ugh." Gilgamesh kicked the man down and then ground his foot into the wound.

  "Ah." Ramiele let out a pained cry.

  "Where is Muhammad?" Gilgamesh asked Ramail, who was suffering.

  "I don't know!" Lamai'er said.

  "How could you not know?" Jill Katchong asked, at the same time continuing to apply force with her foot.

  "He is a Pashtun guerrilla, we are Tajiks, we have never had anything to do with each other, how would I know!" Ramay exclaimed: "You damned Soviets will be punished by Allah! The mujahideen of Khwaja will kill you! You can kill me but my soul will go to Allah."

  "Fine, then I'll kill you!" Kryshevich drew his saber.

  Gir Kojca restrained Krzyszewicz with a glance, it was clear that their own side had made a mistake this time, and here was just a small guerrilla squad, not Muhammad's at all.

  The guerrilla troops had dealings with each other. To say that this guy didn't know where Muhammad was, Gilko?ak?n absolutely wouldn't believe it.

  As for the Afghan guerrillas, it is useless to use severe torture, these guys are hard-core elements, only the KGB's experienced interrogation experts with modern methods can pry open their mouths.

  "Call in a chopper, Kryshevich, send an infantry squad to bring him back for questioning." Gilkoz said.

  Inside the cave, there was no one left alive. Gilgamesh was about to order a retreat when he suddenly saw the large cauldron on one side, which was shaking slightly at that moment.

  Gill Katchka made a gesture and Krzhevich slowly approached, suddenly lifting the lid of the large pot.

  Look, it's a foreigner with blue eyes!

  There's actually a big fish here!

  James had just hidden under the big pot, thinking he could escape, but now, with several guns pointed at him, James knew that he was about to enter a different life, being taken away, sent to the KGB, sent to the Soviet Union, until the end of the war, and probably would not return to America again.

  James didn't have the courage to commit suicide.

  "Bring him along," Jill Katchaturian said. "He must know more about Muhhamed's guerrilla band."

  Outside, the sky has already brightened up.

  Khawaja looked around at the vast expanse of whiteness and watched as two guerrilla fighters rode back on horseback.

  "What's wrong, haven't you found James yet?" Hwaja asked.

  Yesterday, after walking for two hours, Khwaja felt something was wrong and left James alone there, which was dangerous. He immediately sent someone to look for him, but only saw the remains of a fire, and James had vanished without a trace.

  At that moment, Khwaja had an ominous premonition, the sky had begun to snow, and James must have gotten lost!

  Like this, searched for one night.

  A horse's hoof sounded from afar, Khwaja looked at those who were rushing towards him, it was their own vanguard, the leader of whom was Muhammad.

  Last night, Khwaja simultaneously sent someone to deliver this message back, and Muhammad rushed overnight.

  "What's going on?" Muhammad approached and asked Khwaja.

  "Yesterday, James shot a pheasant and insisted on roasting it on the spot to eat. I was in a hurry to transport these weapons, so I left James behind. He said he knew the way, but when I sent someone to look for him at night, he couldn't be found anywhere. James must have gotten lost."

  If it were just getting lost, that would be okay. Muhammad furrowed his brow, now what Muhammad was most worried about was not getting lost.

  "Khawaja, take these weapons and head back to the base," Muhammad said. Khawaja had already wasted time looking for James and couldn't afford to waste any more.

  At the same time, Muhammad himself rode a horse and led more than 20 guerrilla fighters behind him to continue searching northward.

  This is the activity area of a Tajik guerrilla team. If not for transporting weapons, Muhammad would not have come here. Now James is lost here, and he should go to visit this guerrilla team and ask them for help in finding him. They are more familiar with the terrain here.

  "Durrani, do you know about the Tajik guerrillas around here?" Muhammad asked Durrani beside him.

  "Sir, this guerrilla team is not large in scale, with only thirty people, and they don't have many weapons. They were established earlier than our guerrilla team, but they haven't fought any battles and don't have much combat effectiveness. Moreover, the leader of this guerrilla team is called Ramay, who has some conflicts with our Pashtun tribe and doesn't get along with us," Duranni said.

  After finishing speaking, Dulan hesitated for a moment: "Commander, are you thinking of recruiting this guerrilla team? This Lamai is very stubborn, let's not bother with it."

  Muhammad shook his head: "I just asked them to help find James."

  Muhammad knew Duranni's mind, the hostile atmosphere between tribes was very strong. First, don't mention whether this guerrilla force can be incorporated or not. Once incorporated, Muhammad taught those military knowledge to the Tajiks completely. Later on, if the Tajiks turn against him, they will become powerful enemies.

  Only by dissolving racial hatred and estrangement can Afghanistan truly become strong, otherwise, whether it is the Soviet Union or the United States, they will only treat Afghanistan as a pawn, and Afghanistan will never have peace.

  Muhammad is now starting to lay out for the back.

  Riding a horse, after walking for a while, Muhammad suddenly pulled the reins of the horse and looked serious.

  The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and a strong bloody smell.