"We need to get weapons, and we need to get at least three donkeys."

Ruslan lowered his voice, "We don't even need to kill them. As long as we have weapons and donkeys, and put on their clothes, we will be sure to leave here."

"Are you trying to say, let's do it while we're changing their dressings?" Kirill changed the communication method to text written on the sand.

"We need to gain their trust first," Ruslan also wrote. "This will take some time. When they relax their vigilance and let those children take care of us, maybe..."

Before Ruslan finished speaking, the roar of fighter jets was faintly heard outside the cave.

Just as the three of them looked towards the entrance of the cave, Habibullah reacted very quickly and lifted up a blanket, covering it with sand and soil that had been piled on the blanket in advance to put out the bonfire.

Immediately afterwards, he handed the weapon to Mahbub who woke up, and he quickly ran to the three guards and extinguished the bonfire by covering it with another bag of damp sand wrapped in a blanket.

"Don't move!"

Habibullah reminded, "If you move, I will have no choice but to shoot!"

While speaking, he had already distanced himself from Wei Ran and the other three, and took the Bobosha submachine gun handed over by Qiao Ya.

For a moment, there was only the faint light provided by an oil lamp lit in the deepest part of the cave. However, the light of this weak oil lamp just enveloped the three Wei Ran people lying on the ground, forcing them to

raised his hand.

Also taking advantage of the gesture of raising his hand, Ruslan scratched out the few remaining Russian words on the sand without leaving a trace.

After a while, the roar of the helicopter completely disappeared, but no one relaxed their vigilance.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the roar of a helicopter was heard outside the cave, which undoubtedly made everyone in the cave even more nervous.

Fortunately, neither the fighter jet flying over the suspected bait nor the group of helicopters behind seemed to have discovered the cave, which was at least good news for Mahbub and others.

But the explosion that followed faintly from a distance made everyone, including the three Weiran people, tense up.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the night sky finally became completely quiet. Mahbub immediately directed Habibullah and the children to start building a barrier to cover the entrance of the cave with felts, stones, wooden sticks and other objects.

In order to prevent the fire from being exposed, Habibullah even climbed above the entrance of the cave and covered the naturally formed skylight with thick felt.

At the same time, the two little girls finally rekindled the fire and brought charcoal to Wei Ran and the other three.

When the cave was illuminated by the bonfire again, Mahbub also put down the submachine gun in his hand, and the two sides, at least on the surface, returned to a peaceful state.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Because they are far away, Wei Ran cannot hear the conversation between Mahbub and Habibullah next to the felt curtain, but it is interesting to see their body movements when they look outside the cave from time to time.

You know, they are worried about Hakim who is out looking for the guerrillas.

"Go on to sleep"

Kirill whispered meaningfully, "The most important thing now is to heal the wound."

"How long will it take?" Ruslan asked in a low voice.

"Two weeks, your wound will need at least two weeks."

Kirill said, "If there is no infection, the wound on Habibullah's head will only take about a week to heal. That woman's recovery time should be about the same as yours, but the wound on Mahbub's foot may take

It will take a month or two.”

"So we..."

"We should rest more"

Wei Ran took over the words, "Only by taking more rest can the wound be healed as soon as possible."

"Then just keep sleeping"

Ruslan understood Wei Ran's hint, covered himself with a dirty blanket and closed his eyes.

Subconsciously glancing at Mahbubu and others in the distance, Wei Ran also wrapped himself tightly in the blanket and closed his eyes, even though he was not sleepy at all.

When he was awakened by the cold wind blowing behind him, the curtain blocking the entrance of the cave had been removed, and it was already bright outside the cave. Even Hakim and Multaza had returned.

"The Soviets sent out planes for bombing last night"

Hakim, who was hiding by the campfire, was holding a bowl of broth and said, "When Multaza and I rushed over, there was nothing there except corpses. I guess they were retaliating for yesterday's attack on them."

Taking a sip of the broth, Hakim continued, "In addition, there is even worse news."

"What's the bad news?" Mahbubu frowned and asked, leaning on the wave of bosha.

"A lot of butterfly mines were dropped along the way."

Hakim said, "It was dropped by those helicopters last night. We watched them drop it with our own eyes."

"If it weren't for those plastic pieces, we would have come back a long time ago," Multaza said angrily.

"We were worried that something was wrong here, so we came back quickly." Hakim said happily, "Fortunately, you are all fine."

"You should have a good rest."

Habibullah said, "It's my turn to find it this evening..."

"Let's get out of here immediately"

Mahbub suddenly said, "It's no longer safe here. Hakim, you and Multaza have a rest. We will leave in the afternoon."

"Afternoon? Where are we going?" Hakim asked subconsciously.

Mahbub glanced in the direction of Wei Ran and the other three, then lowered his voice slightly and said a place name that Wei Ran and the other three could not hear.

"This is too far" Habibullah couldn't help but exclaimed.

"It's better than being trapped and dying here."

Mahbubu said worriedly, "The situation has exceeded our expectations. I suspect that all the guerrillas around here will be wiped out. We may all die if we stay."

"But Ayana..."

"Let those Soviets carry her" Hakim came up with a "good idea".

“This is indeed a solution”

Mahbub nodded, "Habibullah, take Soraya to make a stretcher and make some more food."

"I'll start preparing now"

Habibullah said, having already stood up and walked towards the big iron bucket where they stored supplies.

"What seems to be happening?"

Kirill, who couldn't understand Pashto at all, and even if he could understand it, couldn't hear it clearly, whispered warily, "Did they find the guerrillas?"

"I wish we were worthy enough to be prisoners."

Ruslan said vaguely, this is definitely not a good thing for the three of them. In this small guerrilla group with half wounded and half children, they can still be regarded as "friends" in a sense with the medical resources.

"treat.

But once they are delivered into the hands of "official" guerrillas, what awaits them may be a long and not very friendly torture.

Whether they wanted to or not, Hakim and Murtaza ate a hasty meal and lay down by the campfire to catch up on their sleep. Habibullah and Soraya were busy making stretchers, and then used them not too much.

The flour was baked in the hot sand one after another, which can be taken out at any time to satisfy hunger on the road.

During this intense preparation, around two o'clock in the afternoon, Habibullah, with the help of Soraya and Joya, had baked all the flour into naan bread and put it into a canvas bag.

"We're leaving here now"

Mahbubu walked up to the three guards and said, "Victor, Comrade Kirill, I hope you two can help carry my daughter. In exchange, your companion Comrade Ruslan can ride on the donkey."

.”

"Where are we going?" Kirill asked.

"I can't answer your question"

Mahbub shook his head, "But as long as you cooperate well, I guarantee that you can survive.

Accordingly, if you let my daughter have an accident, I will have no choice but to kill your companion first, and then you two."

After saying that, Mahbubu threw three tattered robes to them, "Put these clothes on you."

"Before departure, can I take a group photo of you?" Weiran asked abruptly, "I mean everyone, you and us."

"Why do you still have such thoughts now?" Ruslan asked in astonishment.

"Maybe one of us will die on the way."

Wei Ran said seriously, "It's just a group photo, don't you dare?"

"We don't bother to take photos with you." Hakim, who had also gotten up, snorted coldly.

"That's why I don't dare," Wei Ran deliberately mocked.

"alright"

Mahbubu waved his hand, "We have plenty of time, so let's take a photo. You take a photo for our family, and in exchange, I will take a photo for the three of you."

"Then it's settled"

Wei Ran spoke quickly before Kirill, Ruslan and even Hakim.

After a short preparation, the small amount of luggage and supplies were either tied to the goat or hung on the back of the donkey.

Under the vigilant gaze of Habibullah and Hakim, the three of Wei Ran walked out of the cave. Wei Ran also raised the miniature camera and surrounded the Afhan guerrillas who were standing loosely together in the viewfinder.
To be continued...