Kirill said, "Now we are going to check the wounds of our companions. In addition, can you return our things to us?"

"I will consider it when you return the occupied land to Afhan." Habibullah added, "You can go and check the injuries of your companions."

"Thanks"

Kirill thanked him, and with the support of Wei Ran, he staggered towards Ruslan, which was not far away.

After an inspection, Ruslan was in pretty good condition. His only problems were a concussion that was worse than Kirill's and a wound on his thigh that was not conducive to movement.

"Why are you so obsessed with getting our personal belongings back?"

Wei Ran asked in a low voice as he sat down against the rock wall next to Ruslan, who was still unconscious.

"I want my camera back"

Kirill also sat next to Ruslan and leaned against the wall on the other side of his body and said, "That was a gift from my adoptive father. He wanted me to take more photos for him on the battlefield."

"Adoptive father?"

"Adoptive Father"

Kirill explained in a calm tone, "He is a colleague of my father, and that camera was a gift he gave me when we met."

After a pause, Kirill added, "It was also a gift from my biological father to my adoptive father before he died... I asked him to take care of me. At that time, I hung out with those thieves almost every day, and my father's

The relationship is not very good."

"Your biological father..."

"I don't know where he is or if he's still alive."

Kirill shook his head, "He was one of the first military doctors to come to Afhan. Eight years ago, he disappeared after the helicopter they were traveling on crashed in Kandahar, just like what we are experiencing today."

"So your adoptive father has never been to Italy?" Wei Ran asked.

"He is a native of Moscow, and the farthest place he has ever been is Leningrad."

Kirill smiled and said, "It's my biological father. He did go to Italy as a ship's doctor."

"Does this lie have any practical significance?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"I don't want them to know what happened to my father."

Kirill said, patting Ruslan's shoulder lightly next to him, "So we have to find a justifiable excuse, I mean, before we are beaten down."

"Sorry, it seems I shouldn't ask these questions." Wei Ran said apologetically.

"nothing"

Kirill shook his head, "Anyway, I want to get my camera back. He is very important to me."

"You'll get your camera"

Habibullah, who was sitting at the entrance of the cave, suddenly said in Russian, "I will return the camera to you when my companion comes back."

"Do you speak Russian?" Kirill asked unexpectedly.

Habibullah did not answer the obvious question, making it clear that he did not want to communicate with them.

"Can we get some food?" Kirill continued to ask in Russian, rather shamelessly.

After just a moment's hesitation, Habibullah took out half a piece of naan from his arms and threw it to Kirill as if feeding a dog.

"Thanks"

Kirill quickly picked up the piece of naan, patted it randomly and divided it into three parts. He first handed one part to Wei Ran, then stuffed the second part into Ruslan's arms, and then put it into Ruslan's arms.

The third portion was brought to my mouth and I took a big bite.

"I remember you said that you took the initiative to apply to stay?"

Wei Ran started a new topic, and at the same time stuffed the piece of naan given to him into his arms. He was not hungry yet, or in other words, not that hungry.

"That's right"

Kirill nodded, "Although it is more dangerous here, we can accumulate a lot of clinical experience."

"Just for this?"

"I once imagined that I could find him on this battlefield."

Kirill was extraordinarily candid, "But I've been here for two years and I haven't had the chance to go to Kandahar yet. I guess he may have..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Maybe it's the same as our current situation," Wei Ran said with relief, "He may have become friends with the locals."

"We are not friends." Habibullah, who had been eavesdropping, snorted.

"No one would refuse to be friends with a doctor"

Wei Ran reminded with a smile, "Everyone needs a doctor except the dead."

Habibullah opened his mouth, but finally stopped talking and continued to say something.

Just like Wei Ran said, everyone needs a doctor. At this time, his father and his sister both need a doctor's help.

Especially the latter, Wei Ran knows this even better than Habibullah himself.

"We will become friends one day," Kirill also said proactively.

"Unless you leave Afhan completely"

Habibullah muttered, and then asked proactively, "Malalai, I mean, how is she doing?"

“We have done the best we can with the conditions we have.”

Wei Ran said, "The next step is up to her. If she can wake up tomorrow, it won't be serious.

If she still has a fever tomorrow and is unconscious or has other problems, maybe... you should be prepared."

Hearing this, Habibullah couldn't help but clenched his fists and said, "Look at the good things you have done."

"This is war"

Kirill sighed, "War is just a mess made up of one tragedy after another and one corpse after another.

No matter how hard those of us who are wrapped in the mud struggle, war is still war and mud is still mud."

For a while, the cave became quiet, with only the crackling sound of a bonfire burning and the faint sound of Qiao Ya adding firewood from time to time.

About two hours passed, and the braying of a donkey came from outside the cave.

"Go and see," Habibullah said.

Hearing this, Qiao Ya immediately ran out of the cave and shouted loudly soon after, "Uncle Hakim is back!"

Amid Qiao Ya's shouts, Hakim led three donkeys to the entrance of the cave. With the faint light of the fire, Wei Ran discovered that the three donkeys were empty and had nothing on them.

"The Soviets took away the machine guns?" Habibullah didn't seem surprised.

"They didn't have time to take it away"

Hakim's tone was also filled with some joy, "When I rushed over, the wreckage of the helicopter had been burned and only a frame was left. I guess there was an explosion after we left, and our machine guns also

It was blown to pieces."

With that said, Hakim felt from his pocket, took out a ring with a turquoise ring and handed it to Qiao Ya, "This is the one I found from Teacher Abdul, and it's the only one I brought back."

Something. Joya, keep it."

"Thank you"

Qiao Ya took the ring, which was much too big for her, and hugged Hakeem with a cry.

"It's time for us to get out of here"

Hakim said, "Habibullah and Mahbub also need a doctor. We will rush there tonight."

"But..."

"Take them with you"

Hakim had obviously thought of everything on the way back, "Malalai rides a donkey, let the Soviet guy with an injured leg ride a donkey, you ride a donkey, and let the goats carry the rest."

"That's fine, it all depends on you." Habibullah had no idea at this time. He desperately wanted to take the captured Soviet doctor back to treat his father.

Under Hakim's command, they first carried the unconscious Malale onto the back of a donkey and tied him up, and then asked Weiran and Kirill to carry Ruslan, who was also unconscious, onto another donkey.

Tied up.

At the same time, he and Qiao Ya also found a rope and put it through the ring and tied it around their necks. Then they drove all the goats out of the cave and tied some things that needed to be taken away on the goats' backs.

Before setting off, Habibullah said, "Hakim, give that camera back to the Soviet."

"What did you say?" Hakim didn't respond for a moment.

"Give him back that camera."

Habibullah said, "That is a relic left to him by his father, and I have promised him."

"When did you become friends?"

Hakim mocked, but he simply took out the miniature camera from his pocket and handed it to Habibullah.

"I didn't become friends with them."
To be continued...