When Harazofi's cronies burst into the room, everything inside had been destroyed, the walls and carpets were charred black, and there were only two humanoid corpses inside, one of which had been completely shattered.
Hafizzola's body was shaken to the wall, and a large hole was broken in his chest, and at a glance it was clear that he was hopeless.
Everyone rushed into the house and solemnly carried out Hafizzola's body, who would have thought that this hero, who had just led the Paghmans to defeat the mighty Soviet army, was killed by two despicable killers just as everyone was waiting for him to lead the Afghan people to continue fighting the Soviets.
Almost every member of the Pughman Armed Forces couldn't believe that this was true, not even Karim, but they couldn't help but believe the facts in front of them.
Angry and sad crowds came from all directions, an Afghan flag covered Hafizzola's body, people poured into the streets, Hafizzola's body was held high above the heads of the people who loved him, everyone passed his body forward, flowers flew from all directions, and landed on Hafizzola's body, and everyone used this way to show respect for Hafizzola.
Suddenly, someone in the crowd took the lead and shouted neat slogans.
"Alahu Akbar" "Alahu Akbar" The slogan is getting more and more neat, even people who don't understand smell a hint of uneasiness, and the neat cry reaches Seryosha's ears, after so many years in Afghanistan, even if he doesn't understand Pashto, Seryosha understands the meaning of this sentence Allah, which is not only a praise, but also a slogan for the S war.
Not only Seryosha, Lebed, and almost all of Anton's people crowded to the window of the plane and watched the situation outside.
The crowd was not marching aimlessly, but purposefully towards the An-22 transport plane where the Soviets were being held, and almost all of the Pugmans believed that the Soviets had killed Hafizzola, and no one cared that the assassins were actually Arabs.
The crowd was getting closer and closer to the plane, and Yusuf did not dare to slack off, this plane and the prisoners of war on it were important bargaining chips for the guerrillas, and they were not used to vent the anger of the common people.
Youssef and his partisans built a human wall outside the plane, blocking the crowd from moving forward.
The masses who did not know the truth soon became dissatisfied with the partisans who protected the Soviets, and several people standing in front of them had tears in their eyes, pointed their fingers at the partisans and cursed, and even picked up stones on the ground and threw them at the plane.
Yusuf couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh, Harazofi, if you have a spirit in the sky, come and stop these deceived guys.
Just when the conflict was inevitable, someone bravely stood on the wing of the plane with a megaphone and braved the flying stones, and his voice was transmitted to the crowd through the loudspeaker.
"We will not spare any enemy, the blood debt must be paid with blood, only the blood of the enemy can appease the anger in our hearts" The one who spoke was none other than Jalal, who raised his fist high as if he had taken an oath.
Cheering slogans immediately rang out from the crowd.
Everyone involuntarily called Jarral's name, as the successor of Harazofi's key training, Jarral, who has become the second person in Pugman's essence, is not unknown in the Pagman countryside, on the contrary, the young and handsome Jalal is more popular with Pugman's young people.
"But are we going to kill them now, no, there is no such cheap thing in the world, I want more Soviets to know our strength, I want more Soviets to feel our anger, I want all Soviets to know how we treat the enemy.
So I'm going to spare them now, I'm going to let them die on a bigger stage, I'm going to try these disgusting heretics in front of the whole world, I'm going to execute these Soviets in my name, I'm going to make Pugman, I'm going to turn Afghanistan into a real place.
Jarral's provocative speeches raised everyone's passion to the extreme, and everyone was convinced of Jaral, and some people in the crowd began to shout Jaral's name, then more people began to respond, and finally almost everyone was excitedly shouting Jaral's name.
"Jalal" "Jalal" Standing on the plane, Jalal felt the cheers of the crowd, his heart was angry with a sense of pride, he felt as if his soul had been blessed by God at this moment, he no longer had to hide behind Hafizzola and silently die for him, and now he finally tasted the pinnacle of power.
Seryosha stood by the window of the plane and watched Jalal's performance the whole time, the emotions of the crowd were completely played with by a young man, although Jalal said Seryosha didn't know, but he knew that this young man was not interceding for them, and he was afraid that there would be a worse situation waiting for him later.
Karim stood beside Yusuf, and his heart couldn't help but sweat deeply for Seryosha, this young man was not speaking as open-minded as Hafizzola, and it was completely in the style of the Inquisition.
Her heart was in turmoil, this feeling was like before her father died, did she have to lose her relatives again, Karim felt that she had to get out of here quickly, to find Seryosha quickly, to get Seryosha out before things got worse.
When relations with the guerrillas began to ease, the masses finally handed over the body of Halazofi, and Yusuf, Jalal, and several other high-ranking guerrillas came to the body, and they carried Hafizola's body wrapped in white cloth on their shoulders, and they wanted to support Hafizola's body.
The partisans in front stood neatly on both sides of the road and saluted Hafizzola's body.
The crowd behind silently followed Hafizzola's body.
Everyone began to march up the mountain.
Yusuf felt the weight of Hafizzola on his shoulders, and his mind gradually calmed down, and his mind finally began to function normally.
Hafizzola's assassination is full of strange places, first of all, the assassin is from the Arab world, which makes Yusuf feel wrong, if the assassin is a Tajik or a Turkmen, then everything makes sense, I heard that it was Jalal who introduced and arranged these two reporters, Yusuf couldn't help but glance at Jalal, although Yusuf was suspicious, but the current Jalal is not something that Yusuf can move.
Yu Sufu couldn't help but feel sorry for his old friend in his heart, who was the murderer The Soviet prisoners of war who were hiding in the plane returned to their original places silently, and the plane was surprisingly quiet, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
Everyone had a look of despair, as if they had already been sentenced to death.
"Maybe we should find a chance to get out of here," Seryosha said suddenly.
All the people on the plane heard it, and their eyes looked at Seryosha, and Seryosha continued: "Don't you want to try, do we have any other choice" Everyone was dumbfounded by Seryosha's question. t1706231537: