As they continued to move forward without giving up, the two gradually heard Multaza's desperate cries.

When the flashlight beam swept over, the other party's crying stopped, but when he saw that the people coming were Wei Ran and Qiao Ya, he lowered his head again.

He was also hiding in the gap under the rock wall at this time. Not far from him, the donkey had been torn apart by the aircraft cannon, leaving only flesh and blood on the ground.

"I'm going to kill you! Kill you, the Soviet!"

Multaza angrily picked up a stone and limped towards Wei Ran.

Easily dodging the rocks thrown by the opponent, Wei Ran grabbed the opponent's arm, ignored his bite, and held him in his arms.

In the pain that followed, he belatedly realized that the other party was biting his neck, but the hot tears rolling down his neck made him feel a layer of pain.

Goosebumps of despair.

"Uncle Mahboob and Hakeem are dead, and Ayana is dead too."

Wei Ran hugged the other person and said, "But Qiaoya and Soraya survived, and Ayana's two children also survived. Multaza, cry out, it will make you feel better."

Gradually, the pain in his neck disappeared, but more and more hot tears hit the skin of his neck, and Multaza's desperate and helpless cries gradually came from his ears.

Under Wei Ran's gentle patting, Multaza cried for a long time, and Qiao Ya also huddled on a stone and buried her head in her arms.

"Let's go back"

Wei Ran finally said, "Murtaza, you are a guerrilla fighter. Soraya, Qiaoya, and those two little guys all need your care. It's time for you to be strong."

As he spoke, he picked up Multaza who had a broken leg, put him on his shoulders, and then picked up the desperate and confused Qiao Ya, limping towards the direction he came from.

Returning to Kirill's side, the surviving adults and children sat together.

"Murtaza, Joya, Soraya, I hope to have a talk with the three of you." Kirill said.

"What do you want to talk about?" Multaza asked warily.

"Are we still going to Kandahar?" Kirill asked the most critical question.

"Go!" Multaza replied without thinking.

"Do you know which way to go? Do you know the safe route?"

Kirill asked a series of questions, "Can you guarantee that no one will be injured again? We don't have a donkey now. My leg is broken and your leg is broken. Is there any way we can get there?"

As these questions were asked, Multaza's face became paler and his expression became more desperate. In the final analysis, he was just a child.

"I want to talk to you honestly"

Kirill said again, "I just thought of several options that are suitable for you."

"What choice?" Multaza asked almost subconsciously.

"First, you kill me and Victor."

Kirill said, "This way we won't threaten the safety of you children, and you won't be burdened by us. There are three children, two babies, a milk-producing goat and several others over there.

A goat that can help you carry things.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! These may be enough for you to reach Kandahar or any nearby place with people alive. As long as you don't take up arms, no one will doubt your guerrillas."

Before Multaza could say anything, Kirill reminded again, "Of course, you may also step on landmines or encounter other troubles after leaving this valley. At that time, whether you are injured or sick, you will only

You can solve it yourself."

"Is there any other choice?" Soraya asked, and she couldn't help but glance at the gauze-wrapped wound on Multaza's leg.

"Second option"

Kirill took a deep breath, "Let's find a place to heal our wounds, and Victor and I will take you out of here. I will say that you saved Victor and me, and let you...

"

"Don't even think about it!"

Multaza shouted excitedly, "I can't let you go!"

"Then there is only one last method left."

Kirill said, "At least we can't continue walking, we have no way to continue walking, we need to find a safe enough place to stop, let you and I recover from our injuries, and then use the time to recover, we slowly

Slowly discuss where to go.

Before we recover from our injuries, Victor and I hope to become friends with you and let us get through this difficult time together."

After saying this way to put aside the dispute, Multaza suddenly ran out of ideas and subconsciously looked at Qiaoya and Soraya.

"You still have two babies to take care of, and the wounds on your legs also need dressings changed in time. We can help you with these."

Kirill said, "Victor and I don't want to hurt you, otherwise we could leave you now."

"So be it"

Soraya said, "That's the only way it can be, Multaza, do you know of any safe place near here?"

"Know"

Multaza clenched his fists and said, "Go back to the cave where we were last night. That's the only safe place."

"Then let's leave as soon as possible"

Kirill stood up with difficulty with the support of Wei Ran and said, "Maybe some time, our common enemy will come back here."

"Common enemy?"

"We were almost killed by that fighter jet just now," Kirill reminded.

"My grandpa..."

"That direction"

Wei Ran raised his hand and pointed, "Do you want me to take you to see it?"

"Forget it...forget it..."

Multaza shook his head as if escaping, then regretted and said, "I...I want to take a look."

“Then go and have a look”

Wei Ran said, walking to the other party and squatting down, "I'll carry you on my back, we don't have much time."

After hesitating for a moment, Multaza, who felt hesitant and confused, finally lay on Wei Ran's back.

Not long after limping forward with this light young man on his back, Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh. The graves on the hill had also been plowed by aircraft cannons.

After walking around the hill, the two of them also saw Mahbubu's broken body not far away.

"Do you want to collect his body?" Wei Ran asked after a moment of silence.

"No... no need." Multaza wiped the corners of his eyes, "Let's get out of here."

Wei Ran sighed silently, turned around and walked back to the entrance of the valley.

In such a short time, Soraya and Joya had tied everything they could take away to the goat.

This may be considered rare good news. These goats were not harmed because they subconsciously ran away.

"Let's go, go back."

Wei Ran did not put down Multaza, but issued the order on his behalf.

In the silent preparation, Soraya and Qiaoya each carried a tired baby on their backs, and then one led the leader sheep and the other led the milk-producing ewe.

Behind them and the sheep, Kirill was walking hard with a wooden stick, while Wei Ran was limping at the end, carrying Multaza on his back.

"Why don't you run away?"

Multaza asked abruptly, "You can kill us and escape."

"I can't do it"

Kirill endured the pain and hurried on as he replied, "We thought about escaping. That was when Mahbub, Hakim and Ayana were still alive, but now we can't escape. We, at least I don't."

Any reason to convince myself to leave you children and run away."

"Why did the Soviet guy who was flying the plane..."

“People are different”

Wei Ran said, "The people on the plane were far enough away from us, so he thought that we, including me and Kirill, including the two little babies, were guerrillas."

"But we are close enough to you," Kirill followed, "so we can't leave you and run away."

"Is it just because we are all children?" Multaza asked.

"Because of conscience"

"Because of human bottom line"

Kirill and Weiran gave their answers in no particular order.

Multaza, who was lying on Wei Ran's back, fell into silence. The team, which only contained children and prisoners, also walked back bit by bit at a slow speed.

In a sense, this narrow valley is safe. Regardless of any disturbance, they can hide in the concave rock crevices on both sides at any time.

But even so, they didn't dare to turn on the flashlight at all. Even if there was a slight movement in the night sky, everyone hid in the rock crevice with great nervousness.
To be continued...