"What if he asks us questions?" one of the bearded men asked.

"He doesn't know Pashto or Dari. Even if he does, you can decide whether to answer or not."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Abdul paused and said, "We lost many important brothers and sisters at noon. I am as sad as you are, but being sad can't solve anything.

Now that Habibullah has sent us vital weapons, the only thing we can do next is to kill more Soviets, may God protect us."

"May Allah bless us!" Everyone responded in unison, including the little girl Qiaoya who was held in Abdul's arms.

"Qiao Ya, you stay and take care of your teacher."

Abdul said, "She needs someone to take care of her. Can I safely leave her to your care?"

"Don't worry, leave it to me!" Qiao Ya, who was still wiping her tears just now, made a promise while suppressing her tears.

"You should be looking for her yourself."

Abdul put Qiao Ya down, then took out half a piece of naan bread from his arms and stuffed it into her arms.

"Qiao Ya, please take care of these sheep too."

Habibullah said, "Everyone, please take off all the ammunition from the sheep."

Hearing this, everyone including Abdul swarmed forward. As the shutter of the camera raised by Weiran flashed, they either took off a few grenades from the sheep, or took off a few landmines, or untied a few

RGP rockets and loose bullets.

Soon, all the weapons and ammunition were removed from these sheep, and the young Qiao Ya also pulled the rope around the neck of the first sheep and led the sheep to the other side of the hill.

"Let's set off now"

Abdul said as he led everyone and the two donkeys away, "The ambush site is not far from here. Recently, Soviet trucks pass by there every noon. What we have to do is to ambush this convoy."

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"They will send helicopters over," Habibullah reminded.

"Yes, that's why we need anti-aircraft machine guns and rockets and American Stingers."

Abdul said, "We have tried to attack this convoy several times and have figured out the direction in which the helicopter is flying."

"So your purpose is to ambush the helicopter?" Habibullah asked belatedly.

"I heard from the messenger that helicopter pilots are very valuable."

Abdul said, "We wanted to use this opportunity to capture some Soviet pilots and exchange them for some winter supplies, but we didn't expect..."

"We are late," Habibullah said apologetically.
Chapter completed!