Chapter 25 Visit

Outside a cave in the Paghman Mountains, Hafizollah Qasim Wardak is sipping tea with his American guest, Grover Cleveland. Grover Cleveland is now the CIA's liaison with Hafizollah's forces. Arms and intelligence services to Hafizola Qassem Wardak.

Grover knew how to be a guest, and he never came empty-handed. He brought either weapons or money, and of course volunteers who came from all over the world to fight. Hafizollah felt that the volunteers were the most valuable of Grover's gifts.

Grover and Hafizollah exchanged a few words and started to get down to business. I saw Grover took out a thick stack of documents from his briefcase, put them on the table, slowly pushed them to Hafizollah's eyes, and said: "General, this is what we know about the surrounding Soviet Union. The latest movement of the army, the deployment of troops, and some other things, I hope it will be helpful to you."

"Thank you, your information is so detailed!" Hafizola put the information aside as he spoke, and was not in a hurry to check it. Grover noticed Hafizola's action, he smiled at Hafizola, took out a kraft paper bag from his document bag and put it on the table, slowly pushed it towards Hafizola, and continued: : "This is the information of several people in the photo you commissioned us to investigate!"

Hafizollah didn't push the information aside this time, he opened the kraft paper bag directly. There were only a few thin sheets of paper inside. It didn't take Hafizollah long to read them all. It stated some basic information such as the number, name, age, and enlistment time of the troops they were in. Although simple, it was enough for Hafizola.

Grover has always been concerned about the action of Hafizola just now. According to the information obtained by the CIA, although Hafizola graduated from the Kabul Military Academy, he has no experience of studying abroad, so in some respects he is not even as good as some European and American students. Graduate of the Military Academy. It is said that the intelligence that the CIA handed over to Hafizola was not very understandable to Hafizola himself, and he needed someone with a military education background to translate and explain it for him. 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 evaluating Hafizola's ability in his heart, Hafizola suddenly proposed an invitation.

"Of course, I also want to see them living and training here. There are many people all over the world supporting you, and more and more volunteers will join your team in the future!" Ferguson felt that Hafizola The level is average, but he absolutely dare not show it. He didn't dare to offend Hafizola easily, because there are too many places in the CIA that need Hafizola's help.

Afghanistan has been in power for a long time with a pro-Soviet government in the past, and the CIA simply cannot set foot in this country. Later, the Soviets themselves screwed up and turned an armed intervention into a full-scale aggression. The power of the CIA has only just begun to enter the country. Many of the so-called volunteers from all over the world are members of the CIA. The CIA hopes to support some pro-American forces in this war-torn country, as a partner of the United States in this country and a defender of American interests. At present, among these fighters, Hafizola is a good choice. Hafizollah is an enlightened secular musilin who has received higher education, although the higher education in Afghanistan is really average. But such a person is obviously the first choice in the minds of the CIA executives.

Soon Grover arrived at the camp of the foreign volunteers accompanied by Hafizollah. The car they were riding in had just stopped when a young man greeted him immediately. Hafizollah enthusiastically pulled the young man to his side, and introduced 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 academy! "

"Hi, my name is Gamal Abdul Jalal, an Arab-American." The young man named Jalal warmly extended his hand and shook Grover.

"Which military academy is it?" Grover asked casually.

"It's just a military high school, not worth mentioning!" Jalal said modestly.

Grover looked at the 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? Young Americans of his age are in love, studying, and traveling in China. But he abandoned the peaceful life in the country and came to this war-torn country. He slept in caves and tents and ate poor food from the locals. Why bother?

After Jallal greeted Grover, he consciously stood behind Hafizollah, and Hafizollah handed him the things in his hand. Grover could see that Hafizollah trusted this Jalal.

"What are you training for today?" Hafizollah, who had just stepped into the camp, asked Jalal behind him.

Jalal replied: "Bomb training. I have been throwing training bombs for the past few days. Today is the first actual combat exercise."

"Not bad! Then we have to go and have a look!" Hafizola said with great interest. After speaking, everyone walked forward together, not far from the training ground. Everyone arrived within a few steps, and Grover saw many young people in camouflage uniforms there.

As soon as Hafizollah appeared, a row of welcome voices sounded at the scene. Grover deliberately lagged behind Hafizola by a few steps. After all, he was a guest so as not to steal Hafizola's limelight.

Jalal gave orders to these volunteer recruits, and these recruits immediately formed a neat line. Jalal turned to Hafizola to salute, Hafizola nodded slightly, and Jalal immediately gave the order to start.

The recruits standing in the first row stepped forward, and each took out a grenade from the ammunition box. Grover could see that these people were very nervous. Jalal once again explained the essentials of the movement in front of him, and also gave a demonstration by himself. Grover is no layman, and it can be seen that Jalal's actions are standard.

"Prepare!"

"start!"

Grover gave the order to drop the bomb, and the recruits nervously opened the safety ring, strode forward and threw the grenade forward.

"Plop!" With a sound, a student closest to Hafizuola and Grover suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, the grenade also fell on the ground, and slowly rolled towards Hafizuola and Grover. side.

Hafizola and Grover backed away in fright. Hafizola fell to the ground in panic, and Grover was also dragged. Seeing that the two were about to be killed on the spot, Jarra Er rushed over, rolled on the ground, and the grenade was in his hands. As soon as he stood up, Jalal was already half-kneeling on the ground, and he used the strength of his waist to slam the grenade out.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded in the air. Jalal threw himself on Hafizollah and blocked him with his body.

The people around were still in shock, and Grover quickly recovered his sanity. He remembered the thrilling scene just now, and couldn't help but glance at Jalal again. Are American youths so powerful? No! I am afraid that only the SEALs have such a level in the two strikes just now, it is really not easy!