In the cave that was blocked from the cold wind, Wei Ran and Kirill each had their own dinner and then lay down. They closed their eyes and listened quietly to the vague chatter of the family beside the simple fireplace in the distance, and the cave.

The howling wind outside.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Ran fell into a deep sleep, but Kirill was still looking at the photo left by Ruslan in the dim light of the bonfire.

When Wei Ran was awakened by the cold wind again, the felt blocking the entrance of the cave had been put away, and it was almost dawn outside the cave.

This time, it was Ayana who was still in charge of guarding the two of them with a gun, while the others, led by Mahbub, were holding their hands on the spread blanket and performing morning rituals devoutly.

While Kirill was holding up the camera to take pictures of Mahbub's family, Wei Ran also placed the leg of lamb, naan bread and leftover milk tea that he had not finished last night again by the campfire.

As usual, they finished the simple but enough breakfast in silence. Accompanied by Habibullah and Hakim holding guns, they went to urinate outside the cave and then carried Ayana again.

, followed everyone and left the cave.

The wind last night kept blowing all night long. Although the snow had been falling for who knows how long, there was only a thin layer of snow mixed with wind and sand on the ground. The only effect of this snow was to make the snow fall.

The body temperature is much lower, which makes walking on the rugged mountain road even more difficult.

"What do you want to talk about today?" Kirill asked proactively, speaking in Farsi.

“Save your energy and hurry”

Hakim, who was walking at the end, tightened the blanket around him and said, "We have to get to the next water source today."

Hearing this, Kirill shut his mouth obediently. This cold windy and dusty weather was really not suitable for chatting.

Throughout the whole day, everyone was walking in silence. Every hour, Habibullah and Hakeem would replace them and give them half an hour of rest.

At this time, the two of them would go to the back of the sheep, and they would be guarded by Mahbubu riding a donkey with a gun.

As evening approached, everyone who had barely stopped all day finally arrived in a deep valley.

After walking along this narrow valley for more than an hour, Habibullah, who was walking at the front carrying an oil lamp, finally stopped.

Within the range that the oil lamp could cover, between a huge stone and the foot of the mountain, a shack was built against the mountain with stones and felt, which was not too big, but was sufficiently concealed.

"Just rest here tonight"

Mahbub said, and with the help of Habibullah, he got off the donkey. Weiran and Kirill immediately carried the stretcher to the door of the small shack.

There were also several bundles of dirty felts placed in this shack, in addition to a greasy iron bucket.

"Habibullah, you and Multaza go get water."

Mahbub arranged, "Hakim, you take Soraya and Joya to set up the tent. Su... Victor, Kirill, can you be responsible for pumping up the oil stove?"

"No problem" Weiyan and Kirill said at the same time and accepted the simple job.

After receiving the oil stove handed over by Hakim, the two sat down against the rock wall and began to inflate the oil stove. At the same time, they also looked at the busy people.

Mahbub was not idle. He was cutting up the mutton that he had not finished last night with a knife. Next to him, Ayana was still responsible for guarding Wei Ran and Kirill with a gun.

"Do you often take this route?" Kirill asked in Persian as if he was out of words.

“Walking every day”

Mahboub answered the question casually, "Habibullah, Multaza and I are responsible for transporting weapons and ammunition to the guerrillas."

"We lost a lot of people on the road, right?" Wei Ran also asked.

"yes"

Mahbub replied while cutting the mutton, "Several of my students and my children all fell on this road, but the ammunition and weapons we transported also killed many Soviets."

"In the years since I came to Afhan, I have also seen many injured soldiers and dead soldiers." Kirill said absently.

"We paid a lot of casualties," Mahbub said slightly helplessly.

"What are you going to do with me and Victor when we get to Kandahar?" Kirill asked casually.

"Maybe I'll exchange you for weapons and ammunition," Mahbub said. "We won't know until we get to Kandahar."

"Have you ever taken prisoners before?" Kirill continued to ask.

"I've caught some, they all..."

"boom!"

Before Mahbub finished speaking, a huge explosion came from the direction where Habibullah disappeared!

"Habibullah! Multaza!"

Hakim dropped the felt in his hand and ran over with Joya and Soraya.

"Medical kit!"

Wei Ran and Kirill also abandoned the oil furnace that had not yet been pressurized. They didn't even care about the weapons that Ayana was still holding. They quickly ran to the restless donkey, each took off a medical bag and ran after him.

Got out.

"Are you going to run away?" Kirill asked in a low voice.

Subconsciously looking around, the slopes on both sides of the valley were steeper than where Ruslan fell before. They couldn't escape at all.

"Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything." Kirill reluctantly chose to give up before Wei Ran spoke.

They ran quickly chasing Hakim's flashlight beam in front of them. When they stopped, they had already seen the scene of the explosion.

This is a small pool that is not too big and has been frozen.

At this time, Habibullah was lying on the edge of the pool, but...his legs and even his abdominal cavity had almost been blown apart...

Just by looking at the injury, Wei Ran could tell that he had stepped on a PMN explosive anti-infantry mine, and only this type of mine could cause such excess damage.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Without looking at the lifeless Habibullah, Wei Ran and Kirill both ran to Multaza's side.

Although it is inappropriate to say this, in fact it was indeed thanks to the fact that it was an explosive highly suspicious of a PMN explosive anti-personnel mine.

Compared to Habibullah's tragic situation, Multaza's injuries were much less serious. He only had the tibia of his calf broken by flying fragments. Based on Wei Ran's judgment, he did not even need amputation.

"Hakim, let's take him back first."

Wei Ran said, and with the help of Kirill, he used a tourniquet to initially stop the bleeding of Multaza who was screaming. The latter even gave him an anesthesia in time.

Before Hakim could agree, Wei Ran had already picked up Multaza and ran with Kirill in the direction they came from.

"them..."

"We are going to operate on Multaza and let Hakim explain the rest. Kirill, plasma pack."

Wei Ran didn't wait for Mahbubu to finish speaking before he had already carried Multaza and got into the low shack. This place could at least block the wind and sand that could infect the wound. By the way, it could also allow him to escape and explain to the old man what happened.

of pain.

Kirill, who was also worried about how to inform Ruslan's family of the bad news, was obviously running away. He just picked up the plasma bag as quickly as possible and followed it into the low shack.

"Am I going to die?" Multaza asked loudly in panic.

"Won't"

The person who answered this question was Kirill, who helped Weiran.

"I can't hear, what did you say?" Multaza asked, shouting in panic. His ears were already ringing because of the explosion just now.

"You will not die, and your legs will not be disabled."

Kirill shouted louder and louder, "You will become a guerrilla fighter like Hakim and Mahbub in the future, and you will not die here."

"Is Uncle Habibullah dead?" Multaza asked loudly and cried while shaking uncontrollably.

"he..."

"Multaza, stay quiet, we have to help you suture your wound, don't be distracted." Wei Ran reminded loudly with a hard heart.

"Can you save him?" Multaza held back his tears, "Please, save him."

"We will save him"

Wei Ran sighed and coaxed, "Your injuries are more serious than his. Once your wounds are treated, we will go rescue him. Multaza, please stay quiet now."

Hearing this, Multaza finally stopped talking. He just opened his mouth and bit a roll of gauze that Kirill handed to his mouth. He stared blankly at the other party as he hung up a bag of plasma for him, and then used a dressing.

Covered his eyes.

At the same time, Wei Ran had also begun debridement and pulled out a piece of shrapnel that was only the size of a fingernail from the wound on the opponent's calf.

Fortunately, the shrapnel penetrated the calf and only broke the bone.

"Will he become disabled?" Kirill asked quietly in Russian.

"Won't"

Wei Ran replied firmly, "I will try my best to help him take care of his wounds and leave as few sequelae as possible."

"Thanks"

"Thanks?"

"I don't know why I want to say thank you," Kirill sighed as he held up the flashlight.

Hearing this, Wei Ran was stunned for a moment and said nothing. He very carefully completed the debridement of the wound with the help of Kirill, and carefully sutured the blood vessels and muscles.

Finally, after finishing bandaging the wound, Wei Ran went out and asked Hakim for some boards to fix the broken leg, and then he and Kirill got out of the low shack.
To be continued...