Muletail and the hidden secret 2nd part
Muletail and his warriors arrive at the hills just in time as Kismet was already marching with his warriors towards the tower and engaged a firefight with Tajiks.
The volley of 13 Tajiks from behind the sargars did not surprise the Afridis advancing cautiously but tolled 2 hits.
The Afridis took cover behind a brick mud house and replied to the well protected Tajiks hitting one.
The second volley by Tajiks found the Afridis well protected by the walls but got anyway one hit but the Afridis Jezails were devastating and other 2 Tajiks were killed.
At this point arrived Muletail and his Tajiks and killed 2 Afridis while another was hit by Turik Khan’s warriors.
To avoid to be encircled, Kismet ordered a retreat but before reaching the village was attacked by the Tajiks regrouped and commanded by Muletail and Turik Khan.
All the warriors fought with wild and ruthless energy, but the number started to call its power and 9 Afridis fall down with 7 Tajiks.
Kismet and the last three warriors tried to disengage according following matrix:
Kismet was hit by a tulwar but could escape into the village before the fight was completed, one Afridis succeded in escaping back to Gardez, one was wounded by a jezail shot when was already breathing the safe run out of the village followed by all the warriors and soon taken prisoner and given to the village women, luckier the 4th warrior was immediately killed by a sharp tulwar.
Muletail entered into the village and run to Rashid’s house followed by Turik, and when they entered he was shocked by what was in front of him
He found the old father wounded by the two young wifes, agonizing under the table. The youngest wife gave him a last hit with a long tulwar which tried to hide under his foot
The old man died with a long last yell, but no trace of Kismet, the Tajik looked everywhere but he seemed vaporized.
“He has left the village with one horse which is missing, nobody could see his desperate run, all were too concentrated on torturing the prisoner.” Turik said
“now you have to rest and wait for Mustafa recovering, he has not recovered yet and must toss his die to be sure to heal. When he will roll a good die I will give you some warriors and good horse to reach Aryob Zazi, there we cannot help you anymore. Turik split on side speaking about them
“Those lands are controlled by Zazi Pashtuns, a Karlani tribe, Zazai is a sub-tribe of Khogyani which falls under the Karlan tribe of the Pashtuns.”
“I remember a lot of them in Kabul” Muletail said
“Yes they do not like us, we are too friends of Persians for them and I do not forget they did not make anything to help us against Afridis”
“Are they friend?”
“It all depends by the politic the Amir wants to prosecute. I heard they are in touch with Russians too, many games are in place simultaneously and the best politic is: think to your safe only”
“mmmh we’ll discover it when we’ arrive there” answered Muletail”We must be quick to avoid Kismeti preparing new traps”
The following day Muletail wake up early to assist his friend
“Mustafa how are u today, it seems u are recovering quickly”
“Yes it was only a scratch. I’m terribly sorry that Yamad did not recover from his wound”
Turik arrived with some tamarind pies
“Eat these and you will feel better, take all with you for the long journey. “ horses are ready for you and my warriors will escort you. I have also a special gift to thank you for helping us to free the village. In the north east hills we have hidden the treasure fruit of the caravan trades and hidden from nosy eyes. Take this bag of gold coins as a little award with my people gratitude. We all will pray for you to have a safe journey back to Waziristan, also if now you must walk in the opposite direction. We Tajiks say that a man without a fatherland is like a nightingale without a garden.
“Yes” said Mustafa “but you also say that the rich eat kebab, the poor inhale smoke, so let us do not waste this tasty breakfast”
Turik said “Yestrday messengers arrived with the news of a big fight close Mir Ali Mirali and the old Taras Khan has been Killed”
Muletail replied “Oh I’m sorry, I remember him, a good friend of my father, when I was young we played with his sons stealing goats each other until the fathers stopped it and teached us how stealing them to Afridis only”
Mustafà interrupted him “yes I remember with all his 4 sons in the evening around a warm fire, when old tribesmen told us story and Pashtunwali... those time are lost nowadays, days where men were men and mules much better”
All laughed and Muletail asked to Turik“What about his sons? Did they survive?”
“Yes they are alive, now this could be a good moment to return and take command of their dispersed forces and the tribesmen from South Waziristan, still without a leader after Zarin was captured. But it can be even more dangerous than before. Powanda spies detected new ferenghees reinforcement and Anglez will be soon ready to take the initiative and pursue Afridis up to Spinwam and then back again to Thal, stopping your roads to return to Wana from that side. Powanda kostwals will be not happy to see a strong south waziris power in their border area. Afridis are still very power and your head should be a nice gift for Umra khan, mmmh prophecy says you will be the new amir but I’d not change my humble village with your destiny even for one ton of dates and tamarind pies”
“Stop it”Mustafà said “For those tamarinds I’d change my place with the blasphemy throne of Umra himself!”
“Oh my friend” Muletail said “I bet u’d accept even for a dozen slices…”
“I do not sell my faith for twelve fried slices” Mustafa replied offended
“Three dozen? And perhaps with peaches and tarragon too” Turik insinuated
Mustafa dreamt the pie with open eyes…
“Well, now things are serious, let’s discuss about it…”
Muletail and Turik stare each other, they know it was probably the last time they meet and the future has new terrible tests to face before Muletail and Mustafa returning home
Muletail jumped on his horse and cried “To Aryob Zazi!”
And with him also Mustafa, Turik and 10 warriors cried after him
And after hours of riding they arrived into Zazi territory. “Here we must separate” the warriors Malik said dismounting “we cannot go on, these lands are controlled by Zazi warriors and we are not welcome. Thanks again Muletail Khan and may your Ruler provide you all blessing, but not before you accept a sign of our gratitude” Turik put a little bag on Muletail’horse saddle.
And together the 10 Tajiks started singing their anthem;
“Thou art our tribal symbol,
Thou showest us our departed hope,
Thou art for thy sons an eternal world,
Thy spring shall ne’er fade away,
We shall continue to remain loyal to thee – loyal to thee.
Long live my homeland,
My free Tajikistan village!
And death to all Afridis
And to evil Umra their khan” 
“Blast it all, amen. On the double, man” Mulehead said to his friend and they trotted quickly entering in the Zazi land with a strange weird feeling bursting in their breasts.
Which new enemies will be met by Muletail and Mustafà in their adventurous journey returning home? And what is there in the bag given by Turik?
And what is that little dust cloud on the horizon? Not so little really…
In the very same moment, many many miles from there, the destiny of Shakot pass was going to be decided in Mesa, Arizona…
To be continued
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