Chapter 58: A Spark Spreads Like a Prairie (Part 1)

His children, the dozen or so Afghan guerrillas he led, except for two senior fighters who had planned to save fresh water when it was most needed and squeezed all the freshwater they had just collected into their own kettles, all the other guerrillas collapsed in the desert where they collected fresh water, struggling and groaning in pain. At this moment, those who had followed the Afghan guerrilla captain for at least four or five years looked at their captain with desperate eyes. They pointed to their throats, desperately opening their mouths to say something, but at this moment, all they could do was let out some inhuman-like howls—they could no longer utter a single word!
They were poisoned, they were all poisoned!
Among them was the "Holy War No. 1" agent that everyone in the pursuit unit was all too familiar with!
Watching these Afghan guerrillas struggling and groaning in pain on the ground, everyone was stunned, dumbfounded. How they got poisoned! But one thing everyone is very clear about: these dozen or so Afghan guerrillas, who possess extensive desert survival knowledge and extensive combat experience, are doomed!
"Pfft......!"
"Pfft......!"
Two veterans of the Afghan guerrilla forces drew their daggers together. Warriors of Allah, believers of Allah, do not commit suicide. They simultaneously stabbed the daggers into the chests of brothers who once fought side by side on the battlefield, once faced Soviet air bombing, laughed loudly under the carpet-like heavy artillery barrage, and sang their unregretful battle songs in their hearts!
Blood suddenly burst from their chests. These two comrades and brothers who had shared life and death reached out to hold each other tightly. In the final seconds of their lives, they suddenly exhaled a long breath, and what they exhaled was their final words left in this world: "Good brother!" In our next life, let's be brothers again! ”
These two Afghan guerrillas embraced tightly, and at that moment, a trace of unwavering smiles appeared on their faces—they were finally free! At this moment, they could still draw their own daggers and stab their brothers in the chest—what a precious friendship this is!
The Afghan guerrilla leader gently wiped away tears from his eyes, stunnedly walking step by step toward the group of brothers. Behind him, only a Russian military water bottle still flowing fresh water was left behind.
The Afghan guerrilla leader took a heavy machine gun from a Chechen rebel soldier. He took a gentle breath, tears the size of beans rolling down from the corners of his eyes, sliding down his withered face before falling heavily into the barren desert beneath their feet, leaving only a small mark.
"Splash......"
The Afghan guerrilla leader pulled up the bolt of his heavy machine gun, tears blurring his eyes as he looked at the group before him—who had survived countless bloody battles with him, but ultimately died in a pursuit that seemed to hold an absolute advantage.
"Our hero Ahmed in Afghanistan fighting against Soviet thugs. Shah. Masood stands in the Kingdom of Heaven, right beside Allah, watching us. He is opening His mighty arms and hands, waiting for us who come after! ”
The Afghan guerrilla captain raised his head high, crying out hoarsely: "Compared to those who sacrificed for faith, for dignity and honor, how pitiful we are to survive." I wish you well, I envy you! Children, comrades...... Goodbye! ”
"Rat-tat-tat......"
The dull roar of the machine gun echoed in this so-called lifeless desert. The gun's bolt bounced off and fell again and again, yellow bullet casings rolling and bouncing in the air, tracing beautiful arcs. Finally, they sighed as they fell into the lifeless desert, accompanied by the large, cloudy tears of the Afghan guerrilla leader!
Brilliant blood sprays erupted from the Afghan guerrilla leaders. When the roar of the machine guns finally ceased, leaving only the echoes still echoing between heaven and earth, leaving only the thick smoke of gunfire in the air, the Afghan guerrilla leader dropped his machine gun, pointed at the spot where the guerrillas collected fresh water, and shouted hoarsely, "Dig for me!" I want to see how those two devils poison them, and see how they killed Allah's children and warriors! ”
The two remaining Afghan guerrillas responded in unison. Before they could start working with their shovels, the guerrilla leader suddenly heard groans behind him again.
It's those patients resting under sheepskin covers!