"I know, I won't let anyone see us." Multaza promised.

"Let's go now"

Habibullah said, "When you go back, don't come to us again. You are responsible for protecting them."

"Give me a grenade" said Murtaza.

After a slight hesitation, Habibullah unhooked a grenade from a goat and handed it to the other party, "Let's go, be careful on the road."

After taking the grenade, Multaza just nodded and led the donkey towards the direction he came from.

"I still have some water here"

Wei Ran said, "Let's have something to eat first, and then we'll set off."

"Let's go now"

Habibullah said, "I want to get there as soon as possible and get back as soon as possible."

"I listen to you"

As Wei Ran said that, he had already helped him pack up the oil stove, milk cans and other items.

On the road again, Habibullah walked at the front and obviously sped up, while Wei Ran led two donkeys and walked at the back.

In the non-stop rush, the two of them climbed over mountains and ridges until the sun was almost blocked by the mountain peaks. A faint smoke and dust was steaming from the other side of a mountain directly in front of them.

Realizing that something was wrong, the two immediately quickened their pace.

When they climbed over the mountain in front of them, they found that the valley seemed to have been bombed as well. Wherever they looked, large and small craters were almost next to each other. There was another crater on the mountainside not far away.

A tree of unknown species had been burned, leaving only half of its stump glowing with flames.

Not far from the tree stump, an old man who looked about the same age as Mahbubu was sitting on a stone blankly, holding a sobbing little girl in his arms, looking helplessly at everything around him.

"Teacher Abdul!"

Habibullah ran over quickly and asked in panic, "What happened?"

"Dead, all dead."

Abdul said desperately, "Just at noon today, several bombs fell."

"How many people are still alive?" Habibullah asked.

"I still have Qiao Ya"

Abdul paused and raised his hand to point to a collapsed cave on the opposite side and the people who were still trying to dig at the entrance of the cave. "There are a few more of them. These are the only ones in total. We went to lay mines, so we survived by chance."

Come down."

Having said this, Abdul looked at Wei Ran who was pressing the shutter towards him and the people in the distance.

"We brought weapons and ammunition"

Habibullah did not rush to introduce Weiran, but said, "We brought an anti-aircraft machine gun, about 500 rounds of anti-aircraft machine gun bullets, and we also brought an anti-aircraft missile launcher and two anti-aircraft missiles! In addition.

..”

"Who is he?" Abdul looked directly at Wei Ran and asked suddenly.

"He is..."

Habibullah hesitated for a moment, but finally said truthfully, "He is a freelance journalist, and his name is Victor."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hello, Teacher Abdul." Wei Ran greeted in Russian.

"Are you from the Soviet Union?"

Before Abdul finished speaking, the five or six people still alive in the distance also stopped their futile excavation work and gathered around with various weapons.

Wei Ran just took off the headscarf on his face, "Do you think I look like a Soviet?"

"Habibullah, why did you bring such trouble here?" Abdul asked in his native language, "And where is your father? Why didn't he come?"

"He was injured on the way by one of those butterfly mines dropped by the Soviets."

Habibullah paused and recounted what happened on the road, what happened last night, and even the help Weiran provided during this period.

"Someone here was also injured."

Abdul said in Russian and pointed behind him, "They are on the other side of the mountain. Comrade reporter or Mr. reporter, do you want to go and take a look?"

"If it's convenient, please take me to have a look," Wei Ran said.

"Come with me"

Abdul stood up with difficulty, picked up the little girl who was still crying, and said as he walked, "Her mother was killed by the Soviets today."

Hearing this, Wei Ran didn't know what to say, so he could only keep quiet and followed the other person around the hill.

On this side, there is a cave that is not very big. On the rock wall at the entrance of the cave, there are also paintings of soldiers holding weapons and other graffiti that are obviously from children.

As he walked into the cave, Wei Ran's breath froze. There was a woman in her 40s. Half of her foot was blown off. The wound was stained with a lot of sand and dust. At this time, it was all tied up at the ankle.

A rope to stop the bleeding.

"She is the children's teacher"

Abdul stood at the entrance of the cave and introduced, "Her name is Malalai. We used to have six children here who were about the same age as Joya, and she was responsible for their education. Yesterday evening, when she went to fetch water from the surrounding area, she stepped on it.

Mines dropped by the Soviets from helicopters."

"Where are her...her students?"

Wei Ran looked at the unconscious woman and asked without looking back.

"dead"

Abdul said, "The aerial bombs at noon today killed all those children. Except for Joya who followed me to lay mines, none of them survived."

Hearing this, Wei Ran opened his mouth, but found that besides taking a decent photo of the woman, he didn't know what else to do or what to ask.

"We will go to war with the Soviets soon," Abdul said. "After taking pictures of her, let Habibullah take you away."

"Can I stay?" Wei Ran asked.

After looking at Wei Ran, Abdul didn't say anything else and just walked to the other side of the mountain.

"Does he know Pashto or Dari?" Abdul asked Habibullah, who seemed to be waiting for him.

"No, he speaks Russian and English. What happened?" Habibullah asked.

"This reporter who looks like a fool plans to stay."

Abdul said angrily, "Habibullah, take him away as soon as possible. We are about to start fighting tonight, but we don't have time to entertain such a guest."

"It starts tonight?" Habibullah frowned, "Why so soon?"

"There are only so many of us left," Abdul said. "We have to do something before everyone dies."

"Where are you planning to set up an ambush?" Habibullah paused and said before the other party could speak, "Let me join in! I want to join in too!"

"You?" Abdul glanced at Wei Ran next to him, "What will he do if you stay?"

"Let him stay too."

Habibullah said, "I guarantee that he will not cause trouble, and he...he can take Joya away from Afhan."

"Joya doesn't need to leave Afhan," Abdul said. "We can drive away the Soviets."

"He is not important. Anyway, can you let me stay and help?" Habibullah asked.

Abdul was not in a hurry to answer the question. Instead, he spoke in Russian and said to Wei Ran, "You want to stay and interview us, right?"

"Is that okay?" Wei Ran asked immediately, "I won't cause any trouble to you."

"We are going to ambush the Soviets next, and people may die at any time."

Abdul paused and added emphatically, "If you are with us, you will probably be killed as a guerrilla."

"So we are a group now?" Wei Ran asked unexpectedly.

"Where did this idiot come from?"

Abdul said angrily to Habibullah in his native language, "Since he is not afraid of death, let him stay. Habibullah, if you are willing, you can stay too.

If the battle goes well, we might be able to find some medicines from the Soviet convoy, and then you can send them to Mahbub and your sister. I heard she is going to give birth?"

“My belly is already very big”

Habibullah replied worriedly, "Muhammo is dead. I don't know how she will live in the future."

"As long as we get rid of the Soviets, there will always be a way."

Abdul paused and said, "We have actually been waiting for the ammunition you sent. Since you are here, why not deliver the weapons to the position first."

"It's up to you," Habibullah said simply, "Can you take reporter Victor with you?"

"If he's not tired, let him follow."

Abdul said nonchalantly, and then called for those around him to gather around and said, "Habibullah will follow us, and the reporter named Victor will also follow us. He may take some photos for us.

No matter what he does, as long as it doesn't expose us, we don't care."
To be continued...