Four Kamaz trucks appeared from the fork in the road on the right. A heavy machine gun was mounted on the roof and a Soviet flag was flying on the engine cover.
These are the garrison troops in the nearby outpost. They have no tanks or infantry fighting vehicles, so they drove these trucks to encircle and suppress them.
They are the advance troops, and their main task is to tie up their own side and buy time for the rear troops to be dispatched. When the rear troops, or even the helicopter troops, are dispatched, they can easily crush this small guerrilla force.
At the same time Hamdi discovered the Soviets, the Soviets also discovered them, and immediately a volley of bullets from the machine gun swept over.
"Boom, boom, boom." Muhammad stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel to the left. The Kamaz truck, which was about to run out of fuel, fled.
The four Soviet trucks behind quickly caught up.
This road was even more difficult to travel. Originally, it was only accessible to the local donkey carts of Afghanistan. Now, if Muhammad drove the truck, it would fall off the cliff at any time. Muhammad kept stepping on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel back and forth with both hands. The truck kept shuttling back and forth, which frightened Durrani and Khadim so much that they opened their eyes wide and held the handrails tightly, fearing that they would fall off.
"Squeak." At a corner, Muhammad stopped the car suddenly and said to the two people behind him: "Durani, Hamdi, get out of the car immediately and return to the base from the mountain!"
"No, instructor, I want to fight alongside you!" Durani said immediately.
"Get out of here now, this is a military order!" Muhammad said coldly.
The two men jumped out of the car, and Muhammad continued to drive the vehicle and sped forward.
Muhammad had attracted the attention of the Soviets. The Soviet trucks were chasing Muhammad. This truck ran out of gas and would soon be caught by the Soviets. At this time, there was a high possibility that he would become a martyr. Muhammad did not want Durrani and Hamdi to become martyrs as well.
If there is danger, keep it to yourself first!
As for Dana in the back seat, Muhammad did not forget her, but deliberately kept her. Muhammad was not a real gentleman. On the battlefield, no matter whether there was conspiracy or open conspiracy, the one who could win the battle was a hero. He kept Dana now because he wanted her to come in handy at the critical moment.
While driving the truck quickly, Muhammad glanced at the rearview mirror inside the car. Dana, who was sitting in the back seat, was holding the armrests of the seat tightly with her tied hands. Her face was a little pale, but she showed no sign of escaping.
That's good. Muhammad continued to drive the car, driving quickly on this narrow road.
"Da da, da da da..." The machine gun on the car behind swept over. A volley of bullets pierced the steel plate of the cab, and the hot air flow brushed past Muhammad's cheek.
His face was burning, he must have been injured. Muhammad didn't bother to touch his face, he said to Dana behind him: "How are you? Are you hurt?"
"I didn't," Dana said quietly.
"Lie down." Muhammad said, "Get under the seat. The engine is there to protect you, so you won't be hit easily."
Dana lay down obediently, and at this moment, the banging sound from behind became louder.
Even Muhammad could not sit in the driver's seat, as the bullets from behind would also hit him. These were large-caliber 12.7mm machine gun bullets that could penetrate even armored vehicles.
He also lowered his head to avoid the bullets behind him.
At this moment, the right wheel of the heavy truck suddenly lifted up high and then fell down. Muhammad steered the truck hard but still couldn't control it. The whole truck fell off the cliff.
There are high mountains on the left and cliffs on the right. This is a scary mountain road.
The heavy truck collided with the mountain from time to time, rolled over and fell down.
Several pursuing trucks behind stopped, and the Soviet soldiers on the trucks jumped out, crouched down, and looked at the truck that fell into the ravine.
The guerrillas were all in that car. If the car fell off, Afghanistan's resistance force would be reduced by one point. The platoon leader who came to carry out the mission this time nodded happily. After returning, it would be another victory.
"Instructor!" Watching the Soviet trucks drive away, Durani and Khadim ran down the hillside where they were hiding, shouting as they ran towards the direction where the trucks fell off the cliff.
The two knew that Muhammad had taken the initiative to lead the Soviets away in order to protect the villagers and the guerrillas' retreat. Now that the Soviets had left, Muhammad had fallen off the cliff.
Durani lay down in front of the cliff, looking at the surging river water below, and wanted to jump down, but Hadim, who was standing beside him, held him tightly.
"Durani, you will definitely die if you jump down! Almighty Allah, the instructor is dead, we must continue to fight, beat the Soviets, and avenge the instructor!" said Khadim.
Durani looked down, tears falling from his eyes. The cool mountain breeze ruffled his hair. He squatted on the edge of the cliff, refusing to leave for a long time.
Although the water flow in the mountains is not large, it flows very fast.
When the truck rolled down, Muhammad knew something was wrong. He held the steering wheel tightly with his hands. The good habit of fastening his seat belt when getting in the car saved his life. His body was tied to the seat and was shaking along with the ride.
"Ah." A scream came from behind. Dana's body was shaking in the cab. The Soviet truck was completely rough in style, and it was full of cold steel. No matter where Dana's body hit, it would immediately cause her pain. Her hands were tied tightly, which further intensified her fear.
Suddenly, her body slipped from the middle of the front seat to the front seat.
"Hold me tight!" Muhammad shouted, and at the same time he stretched out his hands and hugged Dana's body tightly.
There was no other way. If Muhammad did not help Dana to stabilize her body as the truck continued to roll, she would be thrown all over the place in the collision with the truck, and would suffer a fatal blow when the truck finally fell into the water.
Dana was hugged by Muhammad while she was still in shock. She stretched out her hands and hooked them around Muhammad's neck. Before she could blush, there was a loud splash in front of her and the truck had already fallen into the water.
"Danger!" Muhammad shouted and pressed Dana's body down with all his might. The truck poked down vertically and hit a hard rock.
"Boom!" The front of the truck hit the rock and rolled over. Muhammad's head fell down and hit the top of the cab, which had collapsed.
Blood oozed drop by drop from Muhammad's head. The cold river water poured into the cab. Along with the torrent, the truck flowed downstream.
Muhammad used all his strength to unbuckle his seat belt, took out a dagger and cut Dana's bound hands.
"Hurry, swim to the shore." Muhammad said to Dana.
Throughout this series of actions, Muhammad had been protecting and helping Dana. He did not treat Dana as the wife of a traitor. This was completely his instinct.
The truck was still upside down. Muhammad pushed Dana out of the cab with force. When he wanted to follow out, he saw a huge wave sweeping towards the truck.
The cold river water hit his head, and the pain from the wound continued to come out. His consciousness gradually became blurred. His hands were still mechanically paddling, but his body gradually became stiff...
The mountains in Afghanistan are very cold. When Muhammad opened his eyes again, he saw bare stone walls all around him with a human figure reflected on them.
This was a cave, and the figure was roasting his clothes. Muhammad slowly supported his body. He still felt pain in his head. He touched it with his hand and found that it had been bandaged.
There was a fire burning in the cave. In front of the flame, Dana was carefully roasting Muhammad's clothes. When she felt movement behind her, she turned around suddenly and saw Muhammad standing up.
Suddenly, the clothes in her hands fell to the ground, and she said in a trembling voice: "Are you awake?"
"Why?" Muhammad asked, "Why didn't you run away? After I was unconscious, you had many opportunities to escape."
"You are a hero of our Afghan people." Dana said, "I am Saha's woman, but I am more of an Afghan woman. Saha actually defected to the Soviets. I, Dana, am no longer Saha's wife!"
Dana suddenly knelt down and said, "Instructor Muhammad, I want to join the guerrillas. I also want to fight the Soviets! I want to kill Saha with my own hands!"
There was calmness and madness in Dana's eyes. When she was chased by the Soviets and bullets flew, her heart finally became firm.
If I had died at that time, I would have died. As long as I didn't die, I would have left my original state and become a different person! I also want to kill the Soviets like these brave guerrillas!
"No," Muhammad replied simply.
"Sir Muhammad, please believe in my loyalty." Dana said. She knew that she was the wife of a traitor and it was not easy to be trusted, but she had made up her mind!
"No, I don't doubt your loyalty." Muhammad said, "Every Afghan with a conscience will not work for the Soviets. I believe you support our guerrillas, but I don't want you to join our guerrillas. I hope you return to Saha."
Return to Saha? Dana no longer had any feelings for this traitor who betrayed his people, and even wanted to kill Saha. How could she return to Saha?
"Saha can no longer stay in the village. He is likely to join the government army." Muhammad said, "We need an informant who can find out the movements of the Soviets."