At the mouth of the valley, the sound of AK74 assault rifles firing into the air was easily covered up by the roar of the Su-25. However, the Su-25 roared past as if on purpose and did not fire at Hakim at all!
"Get out of the way!"
Wei Ran only had time to shout, then he hugged the baby and Soraya, rolled and hid in the gap under the rock wall on the side of the valley.
In a hurry, he only saw Ayana, who was riding on the donkey, looking back and trying her best to throw something out. Then she actually lit up a flashlight and pointed the dim beam at the fighter jets roaring behind her.
!
"Tu tu tu tu——!"
Amidst the intensive cannon fire, the newly lit flashlight was instantly extinguished, and the donkey and the young mother riding on the donkey turned into broken flesh and bones in the valley.
But at this time, Wei Ran didn't even bother to take another look. The only thing he could do was to hold Soraya tightly, hold the baby in his arms, and cuddle along the gap under the stone on the edge of the valley.
He ran desperately towards the outside of the valley, towards the direction where Mahbubu disappeared.
In just the blink of an eye, the Su-25 with its machine gun started plowing along the valley, pulling up, and finally disappeared into the night.
But the roar of the plane did not leave, and the bonfire around Hakim not far away did not go out. He also started a new round of futile shooting.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
Amidst the roar of the plane, the Su-25 circled again and fired rockets generously towards the valley, but once again deliberately let go of Hakim, who was on the verge of collapse.
In the explosion of those rockets, the rocks on both sides of the narrow valley began to collapse. A series of shock waves rushed along the narrow valley towards both ends, carrying huge energy and loosening the gravel, floating soil and
Wild grass.
Amid Hakim's collapsed yells and curses, the valley was being buried bit by bit under his helpless eyes, and the Su-25 flew further and further away.
But soon, he flew back again, and with only a short burst of fire, he easily and accurately tore apart Hakim, who was kneeling on the ground and crying bitterly.
Finally, the roar of the fighter jets completely disappeared into the night sky. In the remaining half of the valley, only the cries of babies and girls came from the cracks on both sides.
"Kiril...Kiril? Are you still alive?" Wei Ran asked, holding back the pain and yelling.
The rock that had just been knocked down by the rocket trapped one of his legs, but fortunately, neither the child nor Soraya who was protected in his arms suffered much damage.
"Live...live..."
From the other side of the valley, Kirill's painful voice came out, "Are the children alive?"
"alive"
Wei Ran gritted his teeth and responded, then asked in Persian, "Soraya, can you understand Persian?"
"able"
Soraya replied choked with sobs while trying to wipe away her uncontrollable tears.
"Go, check out the situation on the other side, run over quickly and see if they are alive."
As Wei Ran spoke, he put the little baby in his arms beside him. The little guy who cried very loudly was not injured, but it was inevitably covered in dust.
Hearing this, Soraya, who had long since lost her backbone, stumbled up and saw Qiao Ya, who had also climbed out from the opposite side, and the child in her arms.
"Are you hurt?"
The two little girls asked in unison.
"No" they replied in unison.
"Hide back quickly, don't stay in the open space!" Wei Ran and Kirill shouted in unison to remind.
In panic, the two little girls almost subconsciously ran back to their original hiding spot.
"Help...help me"
Wei Ran said, "There are a lot of rocks on my legs, help me see if I can move them away."
Hearing this, Soraya hurriedly crawled to Wei Ran's leg, removed the large and small rocks that were pressing on the innermost leg one by one, and threw them outside.
In the end, the only thing left pressing on Wei Ran's leg was a heavily weathered stone about the size of a gas tank. At this time, one of Wei Ran's feet was stuck between the stone and the rock wall.
In the gap.
He was even sure that he was not injured, but that he was extremely lucky but unfortunately got his foot stuck by a collapsed rock.
"Wait a minute!"
Soraya said and ran along the rock crevice to the tent they had set up before. With difficulty, she pulled out a wooden stick with a thick wrist and ran back.
With the help of this wooden stick, she struggled to move the rock. Wei Ran also gritted his teeth and endured the excruciating pain caused by the squeezing of the rock.
"Joya! Come here and help me!" Soraya shouted loudly.
Not long after, Qiao Ya ran over quickly.
"How is Kirill's situation?" Wei Ran asked.
"He also had one leg pinned down."
Qiao Ya said, and she and Soraya hugged the wooden stick together. The two little girls tried their best to pull the heavily weathered gravel to the side amidst Wei Ran's screams.
I tried moving the foot, and found that except for the scratch on the ankle, there was no fracture or even dislocation. This is undoubtedly the best news.
"Go get the medical kit."
Wei Ran said, already holding on to the wooden stick that was used as a crowbar, he limped and followed Qiao Ya to the opposite side and got into the rock crevice that was only a little higher than his knees.
"How is your situation?" Wei Ran asked.
"My foot is pressed," Kirill replied, holding back the pain.
At this time, Soraya also sent a medical kit, and she even brought a flashlight.
After observing through the beam of the flashlight, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief. Kirill's condition was much more serious than his own. His leg was almost actually suppressed by a stone.
But under this stone, there is soft sand and gravel. In other words, at least he will survive, and at most he may only suffer a fracture.
Before he could speak, Joya and Soraya had already started digging into the sand and gravel under Kirill's leg with their hands, trying to free him.
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He inserted it into the gap between the stone and the rock wall and pried it hard. Finally, Kirill screamed and pulled his leg out.
"My leg is broken"
Kirill forced himself to calm down and said.
"At least he survived."
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already opened the medical kit and took out a few wooden boards and ropes that he had prepared in advance but had not used.
"Be patient"
Wei Ran said, already hugging Kirill's broken leg and helping him complete the reset amidst the other's screams.
"You...who did you learn this from..." Kirill asked feebly, "This is simply torture."
"Now is not the time to talk about this, don't move." Wei Ran said, helping the other party to splint it.
"I'll take care of these kids"
Kirill said, "You...you go and see if there is anyone alive."
"I'll go with you"
Gioia, who still had tears on her face, couldn't refuse and said, "Soraya, you stay and take care of Ayana's child."
"Okay" Soraya replied while wiping her tears. The little girl was already frightened.
"Then come with me"
Wei Ran randomly bandaged the wound on his ankle and limped with Qiao Ya towards the scorched earth that was still burning not far away.
Hakim died without leaving a complete body, and the AK74 assault rifle in his hand had been turned into fragments all over the ground.
Holding Qiao Ya's wrist, Wei Ran didn't give the other party a chance to stop, and continued to limp forward. At the same time, he said to himself, "Remember him, he is a qualified guerrilla.
He is a warrior."
"I will never forget him"
Qiao Ya gritted her teeth and said firmly, then broke away from Wei Ran's hand, ran forward a few steps, and picked up a small bag made of canvas.
"This is Uncle Hakeem's bag"
Qiao Ya picked up the small bag, opened the top button tremblingly, and checked the contents of the bag as she walked.
This canvas bag, which was only about the size of a later-generation bag of instant noodles, contained a not-so-large bone blue whale.
Inside the bone blue whale, there was also a bulging envelope and a photo. In addition, there were several films in this bag.
"This is Aunt Vida"
Qiao Ya wiped her tears, put the bone blue whale and other items back into her bag and said, "He has always wanted to go to France to find her. He has always said that when Afhan stops fighting, he must go to France."
"Put those things away"
Wei Ran sighed and continued to limp up the collapsed rocks with her, walking forward along the valley that was almost filled with gravel.
But along the way, neither he nor Qiao Ya could find any trace of Ayana. There was no trace of her body, and that was probably all.
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.
In this slow but never-stop movement, they finally returned to the entrance of the valley shortly after dawn and close to noon.
Taking advantage of the short rest, Wei Ran finally had time to carefully treat the wound on his ankle, and also changed the dressing on Kirill and Multaza's wounds.
Also taking advantage of this little time, the two babies finally drank goat's milk again - in the way of lambs.
Each of them simply ate two bites of dry and hard naan bread. The exhausted people did not dare to delay and continued on the road towards the cave.
"Let me go by myself"
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"I'll carry you on my back"
Panting, Wei Ran said in a hoarse voice, "It's... almost there."
Multaza fell silent, but Wei Ran could faintly hear him crying suppressedly.
When it was getting dark that evening, the two adults, five children and the goats finally returned to the cave.
After putting down Multaza and letting Kirill check his wounds, Wei Ran didn't dare to rest at all. He dragged his tired body, lit the fireplace with Soraya and Qiaoya who were also tired and looked away, and then covered it with felts.
Lived at the entrance of the cave.
Almost as soon as Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, a strong white light swept over him, and he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
When the white light faded, he found that he had once again returned to the farm in Edelweiss Clara's dream, sat at the table again, and once again saw Clara riding a horse in the distance.
After coming back to his senses, he looked down at the metal book on the table. At this time, the quill pen had already written new words:
act three
Role identity: Deserter Victor
Return mission: Assist Kirill to leave Afhan and take at least one group photo.
Leaving Afhan? Kirill survived?
Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and then was once again enveloped in intense white light.
In this white light, the only prop he can use this time is the British army kettle.
Before he could react, the white light faded, and he found that he was back in the cave again.
Compared with before Bai Guang, there haven't been many changes in this cave, but the relationship between the people in the cave has become much more harmonious.
At this time, Joya and Soraya were each holding a much stronger, but inevitably dirty baby by the fireplace.
Not far from them, Multaza was squatting on the ground, looking intently at Kirill who was working.
Looking at Kirill again, he was using a stone the size of a tire as a table, playing with various small parts that seemed to have been removed from the radio.
Subconsciously, Wei Ran came closer and immediately saw that the other party was making a mineral radio.
"Can it really hear the radio?" Murtaza asked in Farsi, and the word "broadcast" was even in Russian.
"Of course I can"
Kirill replied in Russian, "But although the sound may not be very loud, the broadcast can definitely be received."
"You spoke too fast, I couldn't understand you." Multaza said in Farsi confusedly.
"It doesn't matter, let's practice word by word."
As Kirill spoke, he broke down the sentence he just said and taught it word by word. Multaza also studied it word by word with great care, even the one by the fireplace.
Both Qiaoya and Soraya are learning from it.
"How can I help you?" Wei Ran asked.
Before Kirill and the others could answer, the ore radio he was playing with suddenly came out with a Persian broadcast after a burst of noise.
"Quiet!"
Kirill warned loudly, and then carefully adjusted the wire in his hand, and the signal received by the mineral radio gradually became clearer.
"On April 14, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics accepted the Geneva Agreement and committed to withdraw all its troops in two stages from May 15 this year to February 15 next year, which marked..."
"The Afhan war is over..."
Multaza and Kirill murmured in their native languages almost at the same time, and they looked at each other subconsciously.