Fall in love with you reading the book network 630book, the fastest update of the godfather of the Soviet Union The speed of the Toyota pickup truck, which carried Seryosha and their escape, began to slow down until it came to a complete stop.
Yakov tried to get the car back on the ground, but it was all in vain.
The fuel gauge light had been on for a long time, and since then the car could break down at any time, and everyone has been prepared for it in their hearts.
There was no spare fuel on board, just weapons, food and water.
Camp Vasily lay peacefully in the car, his hands folded in front of him alternately.
He died trying to protect Seryosha and was shot three times.
By the time Seryosha found out, it was already too late.
Yakov made three successive attempts to start the car, all of which ended in failure.
Everyone was completely dead and left the car one after another.
Seryosha carried the body of the battalion commander Vasily on his back, and the rest of the men took the remaining food and water, carried AK47 and enough ammunition and continued to the south.
According to the guidance on the map, the city of Kabul is directly south of Seryosha, and from the analysis of the map, if the Sheng fighters who pursued them wanted to catch up with them, they would have to bypass the entire canyon, and it would take at least half a day.
In front of Seryosha and them were rugged mountainous terrain, there were no villages, only some herdsmen and guerrillas of Sheng fighters, and Seryosha should always be vigilant when encountering them.
Their boots were hard, but they were still slumpy on the gravel road, and as the sun gradually set, the surroundings began to become cold, and although they had been walking for a long time, the road ahead was still long, and the five men were rushing like robots. 。。。
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak had driven everyone out, and he was left alone in the cave where the guerrillas were hiding.
In the middle of the cave lay a long table, on which lay his brother Abdul.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak removed his brother's clothes one by one, his movements were very gentle, and the clothes he took off were carefully folded together by Hafizollah Kassim Vardak.
Twenty minutes passed, Abdul's body was no longer restrained, Hafizollah Kassim Vardak picked up the white cotton cloth placed on the side, dipped it in water to do the final cleaning for Abdul, he wiped the blood on Abdul's face, the bullet holes in his temples looked so hideous.
By the time Hafizollah Kassim Wardak had cleaned Abdul's head, the basin had turned completely blood-red.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak commanded, and his men, who had been waiting outside, walked in tremblingly, and soon prepared another basin of water for Hafizollah Kassim Vardak.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak drove his men out again, and continued to wash his brother's body alone.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak did it carefully and gently, and it wasn't until two hours later that he finished the work.
The rest of the matter was no longer something that Hafizollah Kassim Vardak could do alone, and he called in his most trusted deputy, and the two worked together to wrap Abdul's body in pure white cotton cloth, which was called Kefan.
Abdul, wrapped in cotton cloth, was carried outside the cave, and it was already night, a bright moon hung in the sky, and the cries of wild beasts were heard from time to time in the empty and silent wilderness.
Outside the cave, the guerrillas held torches in their hands, and a white curtain was placed in the open space not far away.
Hafizollah Kassim Wardak alone carried Abdul's body into the curtain, and the rest of the people stayed outside, in addition to Hafizollah Kassim Vardak, there was also a respected imam who had come to officiate for Abdul's funeral.
At the sound of the imam's holy prayer, Abdul's body was slowly placed in the tomb, resting on the right side with his face facing west, all in the tradition of Usrin.
The dust slowly covered Abdul's body, and the dust returned to dust, and the guerrillas outside invariably pointed the muzzle of the AK47 gun in their hands to the sky, and then pressed the trigger to see off their warriors with the sound of gunfire.
Hafizollah Casim Vardak left the curtain at the sound of the gunfire and strode towards the cave, his face blank and no longer paying attention to anyone, not looking back, he only wanted to be alone for the night.
Back in the cave, Hafizollah Kassim Vardak poured himself a cup of tea, then closed his eyes and collapsed into his chair.
His mind couldn't stop flooding with images of Abdul when he was alive, from Abdul's childhood to Abdul fighting the Soviets with him, all the images were so clear, as if he was playing a movie.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak was immersed in his own memories, but was suddenly interrupted.
A guerrilla broke into the cave of Hafizollah Kassim Vardak, and Hafizo Rakassim Vardak almost drew his gun.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak stared at the guy coldly, and said in an even colder voice: "What's the matter?"
"Chief, I found something while sorting through Abdul's relics, and I think I should show it to you."
After speaking, the partisan respectfully placed what was in his hand on the table beside Hafizollah Kasim Vardak with both hands, and then turned to leave.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak stared viciously at the guerrilla until he walked out of here.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak glanced at the things on the table, which were several photographs, and the top one happened to be Abdul.
In the photo, Abdul happily leans against a stone and smokes a cigarette, carrying an RG7 behind his back, and a wrecked Soviet armored vehicle parked next to him.
In this photo, Hafizo Rakassim Vardak has the impression that they went together to attack the armored transport convoy of the Soviets, and the battle went very well, and they captured a lot of supplies.
At that time, they were very happy, and Abdul took this picture specifically.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak then looked at the following photos, almost every Hafizollah Kassim Vardak had an impression, these photos were arranged in chronological order, and each photo brought Hafizollah Kassim Vardak great comfort until he turned to the last one.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak is not at all impressed by the photo, which shows five Soviets being knocked to the ground, looking at the camera with fear on their faces, while Abdul steps on one of them laughing happily.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardakmon got up from his chair and all the pictures fell to the ground, except for the last one he was holding.
Hafizollah Kassim Vardak clenched his back molars and said viciously: "Abdul, you have a spirit in the sky, and the eldest brother will definitely catch these people to avenge you."
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