After Muhammad said this, Masood also felt that Saha, who had never been sick before, suddenly fell ill. Maybe it was really an acute illness, so it would be a good idea to go and see him.
"Okay, then it's Brother Raum Hammad." Masood said, and walked towards the village with Raum Hammad.
Behind Muhammad, Durani and Khadim followed. They wanted to follow Muhammad until he hid the truck, and then follow him back to the base.
It was late at night, the stars were still shining brightly, and everything on the earth was hazy.
The houses are all low and dilapidated mud houses, just like what Muhammad saw in remote mountain villages in later generations. The local residents use local materials to make adobe bricks, and then pile them into houses. They cover the outside with a layer of mud and build the roof with wood, which is also covered with mud.
This kind of house can easily collapse if it encounters heavy rain.
In Afghanistan's big cities, such as Jalalabad, it is similar to other foreign cities, but in this mountainous area, the difference is obvious.
As he walked, Muhammad felt a little complicated.
Now that I have traveled here, it is not enough to just drive away the Soviets. The only way to truly help Afghanistan is to allow all Afghans to live a stable and prosperous life!
"We're here," Masood said.
The courtyard wall was low, and Muhammad felt that he could jump over it with just one jump.
But now, with Masood here and Khadim, a native of the village, Muhammad naturally cannot do that.
"Knock, knock." Khadim went up first and knocked on the dilapidated gate. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Brother Saha, brother Saha, open the door!"
There was no response from inside.
"Pah, pah." Khadim knocked again.
"Creaky." There was finally a noise from inside. As the worn door hinge turned, footsteps were heard and someone came out!
"Brother Saha, how is your illness? I know a little about medicine and I can take a look at it for you," said Muhammad.
There was another dull sound of door hinges, and the gate opened a little, revealing a figure inside.
He was not tall, but short and thin. He didn't look like a strong man at all. Upon closer look, I saw that his whole body was covered in a piece of clothing, even his face was wrapped tightly.
Muhammad knew that this kind of clothing was called polka, a traditional dress for Afghan women with a history of hundreds of years. A long robe covered the woman from head to toe, like a person in a cocoon.
Before the Soviet invasion, Afghanistan was not too restricted. Although women were not as open and exposed as daughters-in-law, they were the same as women in Eastern countries. However, this was the case in big cities. In many villages, women were still very traditional and conservative.
Now, the one in front of me is a conservative woman.
"Saha has fallen asleep. Elder, Khadim, please come back tomorrow," said the woman.
"Sorry, since you are asleep, let Brother Saha continue to sleep." Muhammad said, "Elder, Durrani, Khadim, let's go."
Masood looked at Muhammad's back and felt a little strange. This trip tonight was too boring.
After walking a few steps and turning a narrow country dirt road, Muhammad suddenly stopped.
"Elder Masood, I'm very sorry, I need to break into Saha's house to see if Saha is at home." Muhammad said.
After hearing what Muhammad said, the other people looked at him in surprise.
"Instructor, this is not allowed. Brother Saha is the son of the former chief of our Gost village. Especially, his wife is still at home. It is very inappropriate to break in like this in the middle of the night." Before Masood could speak, Khadim on the side had already spoken out to stop him.
Although you are an instructor, you cannot do whatever you want. Since Saha is sick, it is right for you to go in and visit him. But Saha's wife has already said that Saha is asleep, so you should not disturb him. Now, you are not only disturbing him, but you are also breaking in without permission. You are the public enemy of the whole village. Although Khadim is a guerrilla fighter, he still stands on the village's side without hesitation.
Masood did not say anything. He knew that since Muhammad said so, he must have his own purpose.
Sure enough, Muhammad said something that surprised them even more: "I suspect that Saha is not at home at all. He ran out and informed the Soviets."
Although during the entire Afghan war, most Afghans stood on the side of the guerrillas, they opposed the Soviet invasion of them and resisted bravely, plunging the Soviets into the ocean of people's war.
However, no matter where you are, there are always bad people. Some Afghans also stood on the side of the Soviets, acting as spies for the Soviets and leaking intelligence about the Afghan guerrillas. Some even sat directly in the Soviet armed helicopters, indicating targets for the Soviets and bombing the hiding places of the Afghan guerrillas.
Although there are relatively few such people, even if there is one of them around you, it can pose a great threat to you.
Therefore, Muhammad would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go. This Saha was ill for too long. Masoud's casual words just now made him suspicious, and when Saha's wife opened the door after knocking on it, his judgment was further confirmed.
It was already late at night. If Saha had gone to bed long ago, then his wife should have gone to bed as well. Did Afghans sleep with clothes on? That was absolutely impossible!
After Khadim knocked on the door, Muhammad listened carefully and there was no sound of anyone putting on clothes inside. Later, the door opened and the woman came out to open it!
Even if Saha was asleep, he would not let his wife open the door so late at night. Moreover, the woman was so quick, there was only one possibility, she was not asleep at all and had been waiting in the house!
What was she waiting for? Of course, she knew that her husband had run away, so she was waiting for him to come back! Moreover, she was hiding it because she probably knew where her husband had gone!
As the woman was completely covered in polka dot, Muhammad did not see the look in her eyes. However, from her voice, she seemed to be pretending to be calm, but in fact she was panicking!
There are too many suspicious points about this Saha. Now, we just need to go in and take a look, and we can solve the mystery!
If he knew where Saha lived, Muhammad would have sneaked in. But now, with the village elders and Khadim by his side, Muhammad knew that he had to inform them first.
As soon as Muhammad finished speaking, Khadim's face suddenly changed: "Brother Saha, would you be a traitor? Impossible, impossible!"
"Whether it's possible or not, we'll know after we go in and take a look." Muhammad said, and seeing that Masood didn't say anything, he strode back.
"Instructor, no." Hadim followed behind. For the village of Gost, the instructor's behavior was very inappropriate. He wanted to stop the instructor!
Unfortunately, this instructor ran like the wind. Then, under the starlight, he kicked the low courtyard wall with his right leg and jumped into the yard with his hands.
"Bang!" Then, Hadim heard a sound. Oh no, this instructor was really violent. He kicked open the door of Saha's brother's house with just one kick.
At the same time, Khadim was hesitating. If the instructor was so violent, the next moment, Saha's wife would probably scream, and the whole village would hear it. Then, they would come to help Saha's brother and beat up the instructor. If the instructor fought back, it would lead to a bigger conflict.
what to do?
Khadim was outside, not knowing whether to go in, and waited for a while, but did not hear any screams from inside.
What's going on?
Later, Elder Masood and Durrani also followed. Durrani was still a little uneasy. This instructor always did what he wanted and acted arbitrarily. This time, he even broke into someone else's house. If it got out, would people say that the instructor was stealing a woman? Here, this was a very serious crime.
Elder Masood had an indescribable disappointment on his face and said to Khadim, "Let's go in through the door."
"No need." A voice came from inside, and Muhammad had come out.
"Go, explain to the elders." Muhammad could also be heard talking to another person.
This person is undoubtedly Saha's wife. At this time, the three of them already knew that perhaps Saha's brother was really not in there.
Muhammad jumped over the wall into the yard and kicked the door open. In the shabby room, there was no one except Saha's wife shivering on the broken bed.
There is definitely something wrong with brother Saha, who is trusted by all the villagers of Gust Village!
"Dana, what's going on? Didn't you say just now that Brother Saha fell asleep? Isn't he sick?" Seeing Muhammad bringing Saha's wife out, Khadim asked immediately.
Dana didn't say anything. Under the polka dot, Dana lowered her head and said nothing.
"Dana, you know that the village hates traitors very much. If you don't speak, then you will be guilty of the same crime as Saha." Elder Masood finally spoke, and his words were powerful and authoritative.
By now, Masood is convinced that brother Saha must have become a traitor. In fact, when Muhammad just said that Saha was a traitor, he had already remembered that a few months ago, Saha once went out and came back three days later. After that, he became interested in the news of the guerrillas and often went to Aga and Khadim's homes to ask questions.
At that time, Masood did not have too much hesitation, but now, as soon as Muhammad said it, he connected all these things together.
So, although Khadim tried to stop Muhammad from breaking into Saha's house, Masood did not stop him.
Now, he just hopes that Dana can tell him where Saha is, otherwise, Dana will be a traitor just like Saha.