Chapter 47 Difficult Decision

The armored forces of the Soviet Red Army and the Afghan government army were caught in a melee in the ancient city of Pagman. More and more tanks were destroyed. Soon they discovered that these jihadists not only had RPGs, but also advanced anti-tank missiles. The tanks were trapped in the narrow streets and could not advance or retreat, and they had to bear the endless attacks of the enemy.

The predicament encountered in the front soon spread to the Kabul Theater Command, and the helpless commander-in-chief had to let the heavily-lost armored troops retreat first. A roomful of senior staff officers were at a loss for what to do with the sand table and the map. If it was in the past, the Warriors could not defend Pagman with only AK-47 and RPG, but now it is different, the Warriors do not know where they got such high-end products as heat-seeking missiles and anti-tank missiles , and relying on Paghman's terrain, it has become an unsolvable problem. Neither ground nor air forces are now able to assist the besieged Soviet soldiers. The only thing gunships can do is to watch their comrades besieged by more and more fighters from high altitude.

In the hospital of the 103rd Airborne Division, many wounded from the armored units withdrawn from the front line were sent here. The sudden situation made the hospital somewhat unprepared. There was not enough plasma, not enough doctors, and even not enough nurses. The corridors were full of wounded soldiers crying from their pain. Seeing the tragic situation here, Karim couldn't help feeling more and more worried. Eva, who had been busy all the time, soon became exhausted. Although there was a shortage of manpower, Eva, who was already exhausted, was sent home by Karim. Karim turned on the hot water, trying to get Eva to take a bath and relax, her clothes now stained with the blood of the wounded. Eva walked into the bathroom dully, while Karim prepared food for Eva outside. After a while, the sound of crying came from the bathroom.

Karim pushed through the bathroom and walked in. Eva sat naked on the floor, her face buried in her knees, her body shaking uncontrollably. Seeing this, Karim hurried forward to comfort him, and just when her hand was about to touch Eva's hair, Eva suddenly grabbed him. Weeping, she said to Karim: "It's all my fault! Seryozha is dead! It's all my fault!"

Kalim turned pale in shock, and quickly asked, "How could that be! What's going on, Eva!"

"Seryozha was trapped in the valley by the guerrillas, and they can't come back! It's all my fault!" Eva said with a guilty face.

"Eva, what's going on here, we have to find a way, you like Seryozha so much, quickly think of a way!" Karim said in panic.

"There is no way, Karim! There is no way! The only thing I can do now is to take you out of this country full of guilt, yes, we are leaving now!" Eva immediately walked out of the bathroom to pack her luggage, and after a while, He took the struggling Karim downstairs and got into the car that had been prepared in advance.

"Let go of me, where are you taking me? Who are you? Let me go!" Ignoring Karim's resistance, Eva started the car and left the hospital. It's a pity that today's Kabul city is messy and disorderly everywhere, and Eva's car was quickly blocked on the road.

"Where is Seryozha now?" Karim kept asking.

"I don't know, maybe he died in Pagman's mountain, this fool, I once hinted that he should not participate in this operation, this fool! He doesn't think about it, will I quarrel with him for no reason?" When Eva kept blaming herself, Karim opened the car door and jumped out while she was inadvertent, and quickly disappeared on the street.

Eva quickly got out of the car and looked around, shouting loudly: "Karim, come back quickly! There is no hope for this country..."

. . .

When the sun rose again on the horizon the next day, Seryozha, who had resisted for a day and a night, felt hopeless.

From time to time, Soviet helicopters in the sky shouted to Sergey and the others at high altitude.

"Heroic paratroopers! Hold on! Rescue teams will be here soon! The Fatherland and the Red Army will not abandon you..." Sergey believed these words a day ago, but now he heard them Just feel upset. After a simple inspection, Lebed found that only his leg was broken, and the rest was fine. Now Serezha handed over the command to Lebed again. It's a pity that a clever woman can't cook without rice. Facing more and more wounded and less and less ammunition, Lebed has nothing to do.

This army has no way out, even the fighters can see it, Hafizola has shouted to them more than once, asking them to surrender their weapons and surrender, and he promised to abide by the Geneva Convention. The people who shouted at the beginning were greeted by everyone with bullets, but now the ammunition in their hands does not allow them to continue to be extravagant.

Lebed was sitting aside holding his injured leg. He was no longer willing to think about military matters. The helicopter in the sky was still hovering above their heads, even though it was very close, unfortunately as soon as it lowered its altitude, the missiles in the hands of the fighters would shoot it down mercilessly. Most of the soldiers have persisted for a day and night in isolation and helplessness. They are already brave enough to be worthy of the Soviet, but what can the Soviet do for them, just send a plane over and tell them to continue to persevere? A battle that should have ended in three hours has been fought all day and night. When the soldiers left, they did not bring enough food and water. Everything was prepared according to the three-hour battle. Why didn't they know in advance that the fighters had anti-aircraft missiles in their hands, and why there was no information showing that Hafizola already had so many soldiers.

Lebed, who was constantly thinking about why in his mind, was quickly interrupted by Sergesha. Lebed insisted on standing up despite his own pain. He wanted to take a look at the comrades who followed him through life and death. Lebed could end his own life with his own hands, but he couldn't ask his comrades to do so.

"Lebed, you have to make a decision." Seryozha said to Lebed in a hoarse voice. He knew that Seryozha had given him the right to decide his own life and death. He was very moved and blamed himself. He dragged his injured leg out of the room, and everyone was looking at him.

Lebed said with tears: "Comrades, thank you for your efforts, but we have run out of ammunition and food. I am responsible for the failure of this operation and have nothing to do with you. You are brave enough. No matter what happens in the future, I will bear it all!"

At noon, a white flag was slowly hoisted on the roof of a building occupied by Soviet soldiers.