Chapter 51

The Caucasian military dog is an excellent breed of military dog produced in the Siberian region of the Soviet Union. It is cold-resistant and can endure hunger. It looks like an ordinary stray dog, with no distinctive features, but when it gets fierce, no other dog can compare. It is even larger than a Tibetan Mastiff, and if put together, it can bite an adult Tibetan Mastiff to death in just a few seconds.

The history of Soviet military dogs is long-standing. During World War II, the Soviet Union relied on military dogs to destroy a large number of German tanks.

Now, these two military dogs, having come from Siberia to Afghanistan, are still very fierce. Their limbs are thicker than a human's thighs, and their short fur on their heads reveals fierce eyes. Their noses sniff the air constantly. At this moment, they are in the first stage of hunting, searching for the same scent they initially caught.

Finally, they stopped in front of a well at a street corner, and the Caucasian military dogs began to bark fiercely.

The Soviet soldiers jumped out of the vehicle and surrounded the well. They shone the light of their military flashlights down into the well and saw the blood and a floating Soviet military cap inside.

The body had already sunk to the bottom of the well. After several days, the body would swell and float up again. Now, only the cap had floated to the surface, and they knew that this guy was in grave danger.

"Chase!" Kurnayeva's face was serious. When the Soviet squad leader crawled in, she had a premonition. That cunning Muhammad was too treacherous. The squad leader was slightly careless and was killed.

The two Caucasian military dogs chased forward into a small alley. Everyone abandoned their vehicles and followed the dogs on foot.

Jalalabad is an important city in Afghanistan. There are almost no high-rise buildings here, and most of the structures are very old. The alleys are unplanned, and in some places, only two people can pass side by side.

Although such a blind pursuit could easily lead to traps set by the fugitive, causing losses, Kurnayeva could no longer afford to be cautious. Even if all the pursuers died, once the firefight began, reinforcements would arrive and capture Muhammad again.

He can't escape, absolutely not!

In front of a large tree, the two Caucasian military dogs stopped and barked fiercely.

Looking at the dogs, Kurnayeva knew they had found something. She looked up at the lush tree. Muhammad might be hiding in the tree, which could help him evade the search, but he couldn't escape the dogs' noses.

"Surround this area," Kurnayeva shouted. All the soldiers surrounded the area, each one aiming their guns at the treetops.

"Muhammad, I know you're up there," Kurnayeva shouted. "If you come down now, I can guarantee your safety. If you stay up there, you will be shot."

There was no movement from the tree, only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves.

"Now, I will count to three," Kurnayeva shouted. "One, two, three!"

She counted slowly, but even after reaching three, there was still no movement from the tree.

Kurnayeva grabbed an AK-74 from a nearby Soviet soldier and fired at the tree.

"Rat-tat-tat..." With the sound of gunfire, leaves kept falling.

"Meow, meow." At that moment, a large cat suddenly jumped out of the tree. Surrounded by so many people, it was very scared. It had planned to hide in the tree, but the sound of gunfire frightened it, and it leaped down from the tree.

A piece of bloody cloth was tied to one of the cat's front legs.

Seeing the cat jump down and try to escape, the two Caucasian military dogs immediately pounced, their sharp jaws open. In mid-air, one of the dogs bit the cat's neck, and the cat let out a惨叫，鲜血四溅。

一口咬死了这只猫，高加索军犬重新落回到地面上，将咬死的猫吐出来扔在地上，摇着尾巴看着训犬员。

这条军犬以为它已经完成了任务，找到了目标，而且，还没有让目标逃脱，气味如此明显，绝对错不了。

看着花猫的尸体，看着前腿上的那带血的破布，库尔尼爱娃脸上满是愤怒。

被骗了！那个姆哈马德，将受伤的胳膊上的布条解开，绑到了这只花猫的前腿上，结果，所有的人，都被这只花猫骗得团团转，白忙活了半夜。

有这段时间，姆哈马德早就跑得无影无踪了，这里到处都是民房，当地的居民，本来对苏联占领者的印象就不好，现在，这姆哈马德只要藏起来，就很难搜出来了。

“封锁所有路口，挨家挨户地搜！”库尔尼爱娃说道：“监控所有医院！”

姆哈马德受伤了，子弹留在了他的胳膊里，一直还没有取出来，很快，伤口就会发炎，他要是不想死的话，那就必须得把子弹取出来，同时使用消炎药。

库尔尼爱娃望着漆黑的天空，脸上因为愤怒而变得扭曲，自从库尔尼爱娃进行情报工作以来，第一次被自己的目标耍得团团转，她已经彻底地恼火了。

黑暗笼罩着大地，在贾拉拉巴德的小巷子里，姆哈马德和奥萨玛两人快速地走着。

将胳膊上的伤口重新包扎，姆哈马德本来打算把那沾满血的破布扔掉，后来看到了一只大花猫，正在慵懒地睡觉，于是，姆哈马德迅雷不及掩耳地抓住了这只花猫，跟着把那破布绑在花猫的前腿上。

靠着这个小伎俩，姆哈马德暂时甩开了后面的追兵，但是，四周搜索的人越来越多，苏联士兵，阿富汗政府军，贾拉拉巴德的警察，都出动了。

当跑到这条巷子里的时候，所有的路都被堵死了，只要出去，随时会被发现。

大城市，始终都在苏联人的牢牢控制之下，姆哈马德知道，这次自己跑到贾拉拉巴德内部来行动，有些草率。

不过，要是再给自己一次选择，自己依旧会这么做！以血还血，以牙还牙！

现在怎么办？

奥萨玛向姆哈马德做了个手势，示意姆哈马德先藏到旁边的一个院子里。

姆哈马德摇了摇头，这种情况下，己方两人随时都会被搜出来，如果藏进院子里，会连累这家人。

“嘎吱。”就在这时，旁边的一个小院子的门，突然打开了，一名蒙着脸的女人，向着两人说道：“快进来！”

声音如此熟悉，顿时，姆哈马德就是一楞。

达娜？

当开门之前，达娜并不知道是姆哈马德，只是听到了外面苏联人在搜捕，又发现了两个黑影在靠近，说的是熟悉的普什图语，她咬了咬牙，决定救这两个人。

而当打开门之后，她才发现居然是姆哈马德，顿时心中一喜。

外面已经传来了巡逻的士兵的脚步声，姆哈马德只能走了进去。

这是一个普通的小院，围墙，房屋，全部都是用土坯做成的，斑驳不堪，年代久远。

姆哈马德只是把达娜派到了萨哈身边，跟着萨哈，以便得到一些情报，而在上次处决了叛徒萨哈之后，姆哈马德并没有给达娜下达更多的任务，也没有来得及照顾达娜，就去了白沙瓦。

因此，姆哈马德也是现在，才知道达娜是住在这里的，在这关键的时候，达娜救了自己。

外面的脚步声远去了，现在，苏联人才是搜街道，还没有挨家挨户地搜。

进入了房间，姆哈马德向达娜说道：“达娜，点灯。”

说完，姆哈马德又向奥萨玛做了个手势，奥萨玛熟练地拿起土炕上的被褥，将仅有的小窗户堵得死死的。

现在，外面正在搜查，这个时候被发现了房子里亮着灯，那是非常危险的。

但是，姆哈马德已经没有的选择，那枚子弹，在胳膊里呆得越久，自己就越危险，说不定，这条胳膊就废掉了。

必须立刻手术！

姆哈马德抽出了那把刺刀，放在了灯上，小心地用外焰烧烤着。刺刀外面有一层油，是为了防止刺刀生锈的，而用这种刺刀捅了敌人，又会造成敌人的伤口久久难愈。现在，姆哈马德只能用这种最原始的方式，给刺刀消毒，同时把外面的油烧掉。

此时的达娜，才发现姆哈马德受了伤，鲜血已经渗出了胳膊上绑着的布条。

不用姆哈马德说，达娜已经从桌子下面，拿出了一瓶酒，这是土法酿造的，酒很浓。

姆哈马德一只手将胳膊上的布条解开，嘴里含了口酒，猛地喷了上去。

顿时，一阵剧烈的刺激的疼痛，传入了他的脑子，他眉头都没有眨一下，望着伤口处已经开始化脓，他只有先用刺刀，将伤口附近化脓的部位剔除出来。

额头上，渗出了大滴大滴的汗珠，姆哈马德在专心致志地将那些已经化脓的烂肉，一块块地割掉。他的胳膊紧紧地绷着，青筋暴起。

达娜呆住了，奥萨玛也呆住了，此时的姆哈马德，完全就是一个真正的钢铁男人！没有麻药，没有医生，姆哈马德居然自己在给自己动手术！

此时，姆哈马德也是别无他法，让奥萨玛，这孩子此时还没这么坚强的意志，让达娜，达娜恐怕会晕血，只能是自己了。

“咣咣，咣咣。”就在这时，外面突然传来了敲门声。

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The cat let out a loud cry, and blood splattered.

The Caucasian military dog bit the cat to death and then landed on the ground, spitting out the dead cat and wagging its tail at the handler.

The dog thought it had completed its task, found the target, and prevented the target from escaping. The scent was so obvious, it couldn't be wrong.

Looking at the cat's body and the bloody cloth on its front leg, Kurnayeva's face was full of anger.

Tricked! That Muhammad had taken the cloth from his injured arm and tied it to the cat's front leg. As a result, everyone was deceived, and they had wasted half the night.

By now, Muhammad had long disappeared. The area was full of civilian houses, and the local residents already had a poor impression of the Soviet occupiers. Now, if Muhammad hid, it would be very difficult to find him.

"Block all the roads and search house by house!" Kurnayeva said. "Monitor all hospitals!"

Muhammad was injured, with a bullet still in his arm that hadn't been removed. Soon, the wound would become infected, and if he didn't want to die, he would have to remove the bullet and use antibiotics.

Kurnayeva looked at the dark sky, her face twisted with anger. Since she started her intelligence work, this was the first time she had been completely outmaneuvered by her target. She was thoroughly enraged.

The darkness enveloped the land, and in the alleys of Jalalabad, Muhammad and Osama were walking quickly.

Muhammad had re-bandaged his arm and originally planned to throw away the bloody cloth. However, he saw a large cat sleeping lazily and quickly grabbed it, tying the cloth to the cat's front leg.

With this trick, Muhammad temporarily shook off the pursuers, but the searchers were increasing, including Soviet soldiers, Afghan government troops, and Jalalabad police.

When they reached this alley, all the exits were blocked. If they went out, they would be discovered at any moment.

The city was always under the firm control of the Soviets. Muhammad knew that his decision to come to the heart of Jalalabad was hasty.

However, if given another choice, he would still do it! Eye for eye, tooth for tooth!

What to do now?

Osama made a gesture to Muhammad, indicating that he should hide in a nearby yard.

Muhammad shook his head. In this situation, they could be found at any moment, and hiding in a yard would endanger the family.

"Creak." At that moment, the door of a nearby small yard suddenly opened, and a woman with a covered face said to them, "Come in quickly!"

Her voice was so familiar that Muhammad was stunned.

Dana?

Before opening the door, Dana didn't know it was Muhammad. She only heard the Soviets searching and saw two dark figures approaching, speaking familiar Pashto. She bit her lip and decided to save these two people.

When she opened the door, she realized it was Muhammad and was overjoyed.

The sound of patrolling soldiers' footsteps was already coming from outside, so Muhammad had no choice but to go in.

This was an ordinary small yard, with walls and a house made of mud bricks, old and worn.

Muhammad had only sent Dana to be with Saha to gather intelligence. After executing the traitor Saha, Muhammad hadn't given Dana more tasks or taken care of her, and he had gone to Peshawar.

Therefore, Muhammad only now learned that Dana lived here and had saved him at this critical moment.

The footsteps outside faded away. The Soviets were still searching the streets but hadn't started house-to-house searches yet.

Inside the room, Muhammad said to Dana, "Dana, light the lamp."

After speaking, Muhammad gestured to Osama, who skillfully took the bedding from the earthen bed and blocked the small window tightly.

Now, with the search ongoing, if the light in the room was discovered, it would be very dangerous.

However, Muhammad had no choice. The longer the bullet stayed in his arm, the more dangerous it became, and he might lose the use of his arm.

He had to operate immediately!

Muhammad drew the bayonet and placed it on the lamp, carefully heating it with the outer flame. The bayonet had a layer of oil to prevent rust, and using it to stab enemies would cause their wounds to heal slowly. Now, Muhammad could only use this primitive method to sterilize the bayonet and burn off the oil.

At this moment, Dana noticed that Muhammad was injured, and blood had seeped through the cloth on his arm.

Without waiting for Muhammad to ask, Dana took a bottle of homemade, strong alcohol from under the table.

Muhammad used one hand to untie the cloth on his arm, took a mouthful of alcohol, and sprayed it on the wound.

Instantly, a sharp, intense pain shot through his brain, but he didn't flinch. Seeing the wound was already infected, he had to use the bayonet to cut out the infected flesh.

Sweat dripped from his forehead as Muhammad concentrated on cutting away the infected, rotten flesh, his arm tensed, and his veins bulged.

Dana and Osama were both stunned. At this moment, Muhammad was a true steel man! Without anesthesia or a doctor, he was performing surgery on himself!

Muhammad had no other choice. Osama, the young man, didn't have the willpower, and Dana might faint at the sight of blood. He had to do it himself.

"Knock, knock, knock." At that moment, there was a sudden knocking at the door.