Chapter 110

It turns out that although he has not contacted hafizola for a long time, hafizola still regards Yusuf as a close friend. At the moment, Yusuf looks at hafizola, who has become a hero of the Afghans. He can't help but feel a lot of emotion.

After being threatened by the Soviets that day, Yusuf had to give in. Maybe he would not be so cowardly when he was 20 years old. He was used to the submissive life under the Soviets, and was used to the fetters of his wife and children. His backbone is a luxury for Yusuf now. The Soviets gave him three days to think about it. On the third night, Yusuf agreed to the demands of the Soviets. At that time, he felt that he had sold his soul to the devil.

Yusuf handed over the payment he received from the Russians to his family, and then left Kabul overnight. Yusuf was already in the mountains of pagman in the morning. Soon he was captured by guerrillas. After he revealed his friendship with hafizola, he was detained in a dry cave. The guerrillas in charge of him told him that someone had started to verify his identity and would kill him as soon as he was found to have problems.

Yusuf finished his lunch in a state of uneasiness. In the afternoon, two other guys who didn't show their face came to greet him in a pickup truck. Their attitude was very different from that in the morning. He knew in his heart that the guerrillas had confirmed his identity and that he would soon meet hafizola. Sure enough, after being blindfolded and bumping on the mountain road for more than an hour, he was taken to hafizola's hiding place.

Hafizola, who had not seen him for many years, opened the car door for him and hugged Yusuf tightly, not caring about the huge identity gap between them. Yusuf felt guilty. Hafizola's enthusiasm made him more miserable, but for the sake of his own life and his family's life, he had to continue to pretend.

"I didn't expect that you could come here to join me. We haven't seen each other for a long time, have we?" Hafizola and Yusuf walk side by side to hafizola's house.

"Yes! I really can't live in Kabul, so I came to you. Now you are a hero that everyone knows. " From time to time, Yusuf flattered hafizola in his words.

"We don't talk about this. I'm so happy that you can come here to fight against the Soviets with us." Hafizola did not look down on Yusuf at all. On the contrary, he attached great importance to his friend.

"I'm glad to see you again. I've had enough of those Soviets. If it wasn't for my family, alas..." When it comes to Yusuf's melancholy, he doesn't look into hafizola's eyes.

"What's the matter? Bring your relatives to pagman. I promise they will live a good life here. I have no children. I can treat your children like my own. When they grow up, I will send them to study abroad." Hafizola said excitedly. Yusuf had something to do in his heart, so he could only respond to hafizola.

All afternoon, hafizola showed Yusuf around their camp, and Yusuf saw what he had never dreamed of. Volunteers from all over the world in the camp are receiving this training, and soon they will be on the front line against the Soviets. The warehouse was filled with American aid and seized Soviet supplies. The people here are no longer as numb, lifeless and at the mercy of others as the Afghans in Kabul. On the contrary, Yusuf saw in them the vigor and fighting spirit that he had not seen for a long time.

"Well, Yusuf, I'm not bad here!" At dinner, hafizola drove everyone out, and the two sat together for dinner and tea. Yusuf can't remember the last time he was like this. He feels as if he is much younger. Not far away a full moon hanging in the sky, bright moonlight shining on the mountains in the distance, the valley is very quiet.

At the moment, Yusuf's mind was focused on a ring in his hand, which was given to him by the Soviet Union. It contains venom that can kill hafizola. The venom is colorless and tasteless. As long as Yusuf gently touches the jewel on the ring when pouring tea for hafizola, the venom can fall into the tea unconsciously. He tried it once in the Soviet Union, and it turned out that it was a good thing to kill people in the invisible. Unfortunately, Yusuf just couldn't be cruel at the moment.

Hafizola found that Yusuf suddenly became a little strange and seemed to be distracted, so he asked, "what's the matter! Are you sick, my brother

Yusuf quickly recovered. He still didn't dare to make contact with hafizola's eyes. At the moment, he felt like he was on pins and needles. He seems to have a balance in his heart, one side is the safety of his family, the other side is hafizola's friendship. He grabbed a cup of tea with a trembling hand, poured a cup of tea into it, and finally touched the mechanism on his hand. With a cup in his hand, he pondered the Soviet warning that the poison would not work until 24 hours later, during which time he could escape.

"What? Isn't this cup of tea for me? " Hafizola's hand for the cup waited for a long time, but Yusuf didn't respond, so he asked. His words once again interrupted Yusuf's meditation. Yusuf quickly handed the cup to him. His action was a little big, and he spilled a lot of tea.

"It's strange that you're going to the party tonight! Do you miss your family? " Hafizola, who took the cup, did not drink it, but put it at hand. He sighed, and then continued, "family! Abdel used to eat with me a lot. Since he died, I have to eat alone! "

Hafizola's words surprised Yusuf. He knew Abdel, but he didn't expect that Abdel was dead. He quickly asked, "how did you die?"

"Killed by the Soviets, I buried him there!" Said hafizola, pointing to a flat land in the distance.

Yusuf was shocked at the moment, and his conscience was torturing himself: "when Abdel died, hafizola was the only one left in the waldak family. Is it really so cruel, Yusuf? Kill him, and the Wardak family will have no more heirs, and the pagmans will have no leader in their fight against aggression. Is that what you want, Yusuf? "

Hafizola raised his teacup to salute Yusuf, then slowly moved to his lips and was about to drink. Just then, the quilt in hafizola's hand was beaten to one side by Yusuf.

"I'm sorry, hafizola. I'm an assassin from the Soviet Union!" Yusuf looked into hafizola's eyes and said frankly.

Hafizola patted himself on the chest, put his hand on Yusuf's shoulder and looked at him with a smile. Yusuf knows what this means. They learned this gesture when they were at the military academy in Kabul, which means I believe you.