Outside a cave in the Pugman Mountains, Hafizola Casim Vardak is leisurely drinking tea with his American guest, Grover Cleveland.
Grover Cleveland is now the liaison with Hafizzola's forces.
Weapons and intelligence services for Hafizo Rakassim Vardak.
Grover knows how to be a guest, and every time he comes, he never comes empty-handed, bringing either weapons or money, and of course, volunteers who have come from all over the world to fight.
Hafizzola felt that the volunteers were the most precious gifts Grover had ever received.
Grover and Hafizzola exchanged a few words and got to business.
I saw Grover take out a thick stack of materials from his briefcase, put it on the table, and slowly pushed it in front of Hafizzola's eyes, and then said: "General, this is the latest movement of the Soviet troops around us that we have, the deployment of troops, and some other things, I hope it will help you." ” "Thank you, your information is so detailed," Hafizzola said as she put the information aside, not in a hurry to check it.
Grover noticed Hafizzola's action, he smiled at Hafizzola, took out a brown paper bag from his bag and put it on the table, slowly pushed it towards Hafizzola, and continued: "This is the information of several people on the photo you commissioned us to investigate" Hafizzola didn't push the information aside this time, he opened the brown paper bag directly.
There were only a few thin sheets of paper inside.
It didn't take long for Hafizzola to finish it all.
It contains some basic information such as the number, name, age, and time of enlistment of their unit, which is simple, but it is enough for Hafizzola.
According to the information he had, although Hafizzola graduated from the Kabul Military Academy, he had no experience of studying abroad, so in some respects he was even inferior to some graduates of European and American military academies.
It is said that Hafizzolla himself could not understand the information given to Hafizzolla, and that someone with a military education had to translate and explain it to him, and Grover has now begun to believe that the rumor is true.
"Do you want to visit the current situation of those volunteers before leaving" Just as Ferguson was assessing Hafizzola's ability in his heart, Hafizzola suddenly made an invitation.
"Of course, I would also like to see them living and training with you, there are many people all over the world who support you, and more and more volunteers will join your team in the future," Ferguson did not dare to show although he felt that Hafizzola's level was average.
He didn't dare to offend Hafizzola easily, because there were too many places that needed Hafizzola's help.
Afghanistan has been a pro-Soviet government for a long time in the past, and it has not been able to set foot in the country at all.
Later, the Soviets themselves screwed up and turned an armed intervention into a full-scale aggression. of the forces are just beginning to enter the country.
Many of the so-called volunteers from all over the world are just that.
It is hoped that some pro-American forces can be fostered in this war-torn country, as US partners in this country, and as defenders of US interests.
At the moment, it seems that among these SN fighters, Hafizola is a good choice.
Hafizollah is an enlightened secular sn with a higher education, although higher education in Afghanistan is really average.
But such a person is obviously the first choice in the minds of the top management.
Soon Grover, accompanied by Hafizzola, arrived at the camp of the foreign volunteers, and the car they were in had just stopped when a young man greeted him.
Hafizzola enthusiastically pulled the young man to his side and introduced him to Grover: "Look at this young man, he is my good helper now, he is an American like you, and he went to your military school."
"Hello, my name is Gamal Abdul Jalal, Arab-American."
The young man, Jalal, reached out enthusiastically and shook Grover's hand.
"Which military school is it?"
asked Grover casually.
"It's just a military high school, it's not worth mentioning," Jalal said modestly.
Grover looked at this young man's sunny smile and felt very sorry, is it really good for such a good young man to come to Afghanistan to work hard, like a young American at his age, it is in love at home, when he travels around.
But he abandoned the peaceful life in the country and came to this war-torn country, where he slept in caves and tents, and ate the poor food of the locals After Jarral greeted Grover, he consciously stood behind Hafizzola, who handed him what he was holding.
Grover could tell that Hafizzola trusted this Jalal.
"What are you training for today?"
asked Hafizzola, who had just stepped into the camp, to Jalal behind him.
Jalal replied, "Bomb throwing training."
A few days ago, I had been throwing training bombs, but today I conducted an actual combat drill for the first time. ” "Well, then, we're going to have a look," said Hafizzola with interest.
After speaking, everyone walked forward together, and the training ground was not far away.
They hadn't walked a few steps to get there, and Grover saw a lot of young people in camouflage uniforms.
As soon as Hafizzola appeared, there was a row of welcoming voices from the scene.
Grover deliberately trailed Hafizzola a few steps, he was a guest after all, so he wouldn't steal the limelight from Hafizzola.
Jalal gave the order to the volunteer recruits, who immediately formed a neat lineup.
Jalal turned to Hafizzolla and gave a military salute, Hafizolla nodded slightly, and Jalal immediately gave the order to start.
The recruits, who were standing in the first row, stepped forward, and each of them took out a grenade from the ammunition box.
Grover could tell that the men were nervous.
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Jalal once again explained the essentials of the movement in front of him, and also demonstrated it by himself.
Grover is not a layman, and it can be seen that Jalal's movements are standard.
"Ready" Start Grover gave the order to drop the bomb, and the recruits nervously pulled open their safety rings and strode forward to throw the grenade forward.
With a "poof", one of the students closest to Hafizzola and Grover suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground, and the grenade also fell to the ground, slowly rolling towards Hafizzola and Grover.
Hafizzola and Grover were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, Hafizzola fell to the ground in panic, and Grover was also dragged to the ground, and the two were about to be killed on the spot, just then Jalal rushed over, rolled on the ground, and the grenade was in his hands.
As soon as he got up, Jalal was already half-kneeling on the ground, and he used the strength of his waist to throw the grenade out fiercely.
With a "boom", the grenade exploded in the air.
Jalal pounced on Hafizzola and blocked him with his body.
The people around him were shocked, Grover quickly regained his senses, he remembered the thrilling scene just now, and couldn't help but glance at Jalal again, is the young man in the United States so powerful, isn't it just two times that only the people of the Navy SEALs have this level, it's really not easy t1706231537: