Battle of the Third Reich

The Gobi wasteland could hardly see the end. There was a humid tide in the morning air, and the faint morning mist touched the ground, moving slowly on the dry gravel ground with the breeze.

The delicate saddle decorated with tortoiseshell and mother-of-pearl is now covered with a layer of crystal dewdrops, and Julian reaches out and wipes the clear water drops with his fingers, then puts it in his mouth to suck. The smell of "啐啐" was obviously different from what he had imagined. The French turned and spit in the sand.

Julian settled down, wiped his face with both hands, and then lifted the wool felt cloth that covered him and climbed up.

He twisted his sore, stiff waist, waved his arms a few times to move his muscles, and then turned to look east, and the Frenchman was fascinated by the magnificent scene before him.

He had never seen a sunrise on the desert Gobi before. Every experience always shocked him. At this time, the whole east was burning in a fiery red light, and the bright red sun slowly rose from the horizon, golden light Piercing the Xiawu, illuminating the entire desert Gobi.

At a glance, the vast gray-yellow wilderness began to become bright and clear. Under the setting sun, Julian could vaguely distinguish a series of low hills on the horizon.

Looking up, the hillside not far away is dotted with shrubs and dots, which are mostly drought-tolerant plants such as sand thorns and camel thorns. This area was once full of olive trees planted by the Romans, but for millennia After that, the prosperity and glory of that year were reduced to dust with that empire. There is no permanent empire in the world, and the ancient ruins that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland are always celebrating this fact to the world.

The guide Abdullah had already awakened long ago, and was now kneeling on the exquisite worship blanket with his apprentice Basaimu and praying in the direction of the Holy Land Mecca.

"Really devout believers." Julian shook his head disapprovingly. He turned and stooped down to pick up his saddle bag, and pulled out his tobacco bag from the inside.

The French stepped to the bonfire that was boiling water, tore a piece of paper from his notebook, and began to roll his first cigarette today.

"Good morning, Mr. Julian, May God bless you." Abdul finished his morning class and returned to the campfire to ask his gold master respectfully with respect.

"Good morning, and may God bless you, Abdul." Julian had finished smoking his cigarette and was using an aluminum lunch box to warm up the coffee left over from last night.

"Today we have to go a long way. If the road goes well, we can spend the night in Mataland Oasis." Abdullah made tea with boiling water, and then put the pottery pot containing cereal chowder on the fire On the heap, this strange-tasting multigrain porridge is the staple food of these two Arab wizards and apprentices. They seem to eat almost no other food except this one.

"We still have to walk a few days to pass through this wasteland." Julian wrapped the hot grip of the lunch box with a handkerchief and carefully poured the coffee into the cup.

"It will take another five days. There are Italian patrols on the border road. We can only sneak through the path." Abdul stirred the cereal porridge in the jar with a long-handled wooden spoon.

"How about going south?"

"Then you are committing suicide, but there is the Sahara desert. Without sufficient preparation and the best guide, no one dares to rush through the dead ground."

"Aren't you an excellent guide? Abdul." Julian opened the folding knife and began to cut the hard dry bread.

"I am indeed a good guide, but if I am facing Sahara, I am obviously not good enough." Abdul stirred the porridge, took out a wooden bowl, sprinkled a little salt in it, and then used The wooden spoon scooped up a bowl of chowder porridge and handed it to the boy who had been waiting a long time.

"Be careful, it's a little hot." Abdul said on the boy's back in the local dialect.

"No sausages? I remember I still have some in my backpack." Julian put the bread on the lid of the lunch box and stood up to walk towards the luggage piled up next to the sleeping blanket.

"This man is a little strange." Baseimu held his wooden bowl, looked at Julian's back, and whispered to his master.

"What did you find?" Abdul stroked the boy's head lovingly.

"It's unclear, I always feel he's weird. I don't like this person at all." Bassai Mu finished picking up a small wooden spoon, scooped up a mouthful of warm cereal porridge and put it in his mouth.

"God will give you peace, Bassem. I can feel the fear in this man's heart, I don't know what he is afraid of, maybe it's the same as those of his likes to provoke trouble to other people. Where is the trouble. No Too much care about these, Basamu, we just need to send him to Alam, everything in the future has nothing to do with us." Abdul finished picking up his wooden bowl, filled himself with a bowl of rice porridge, a bite Take a bite seriously.

The pair of mentors and disciples met Julian in the northern town of Hamai, the capital of ******. At that time, they just finished their rest, the money they earned in the last work, except for the part left for the family, and the purchase of the necessary There are very few supplies left at this time, and the mentor and apprentice can only return to the trading market outside the city to start soliciting business.

The mentors and apprentices are Moroccans, who are proficient in using all dialects of North Africa and familiar with the customs of various ethnic groups in this land. Even more valuable is that Abdullah also learned literacy and writing skills, and in addition to leading the way, he also developed a field survival skills, which is considered to be a rare comprehensive talent in this industry.

He used to serve some European travel explorers, so he can speak some simple French and Italian, so he has always been well received and respected by those foreign travelers.

However, there was a war in Europe some time ago, and it is said that France was defeated, and the situation during that period has also become somewhat unstable. There are rumors that the Italians are preparing to attack the French colony. * A series of towns on the border with Libya was rumored to be frightened overnight.

In that situation, the source of tourists from Europe was of course accidentally cut off. Abdul could only start leading the way for some business groups and rely on helping others smuggle to maintain their daily livelihoods.

This Julian appeared in front of Abdul at this time. He claimed to be a traveler from France. This time he wanted to enjoy the wonderful scenery of the North African continent. After a few casual conversations with Abdul, He immediately decided to hire this reliable Moroccan guide.

Julian declared that he was going to the city of Zwala in Libya, but at this time France and Italy were still in a state of war. He was worried that he could not cross the border, so he asked Abdul if there was any way. Abdul immediately stated that he knew some trails that crossed the border, but that he had to cross some wilderness Gobi along the way, which might take a little time.

As a result, the French agreed to Abdul’s plan without saying a word, and at the same time generously prepaid a deposit to allow Abdul to purchase all the items needed on the road. Abdul's experience is very rich, and he soon prepared everything. Two days ago, with three camels and five Arabian horses, carrying the supplies they needed, they left the city of Hamai and proceeded along the road opened by the smugglers towards the Libyan border.

Abdul only promised to send Julian across the border to the small village of Alam in Libya, the rest of the journey is much simpler, where Julian can spend a little money to take an Italian long-distance bus to Zu Vala.

Speaking of that, Abdul had doubts about Julian’s identity from the beginning. The Frenchman claimed to be a professional traveler, but he didn’t understand the common sense of wild travel. He should have read some travel brochures, but That's all.

The man was obviously carrying too little luggage, except for a backpack, there was no other adventure equipment. Even the present lunch box for boiling water was brought to him by Abdul in the market.

At the same time, this man carries a lot of cash with him, and he is generous and generous. Fortunately, Abdul is a devout believer. He has no evil intentions. If he is replaced by those locals who are ******, he does not care. It is possible that Mr. Julian would not survive the first night after departure, just like the rash travellers in the past, and became a miserable corpse that could be eaten by wild animals.

ps: There is no complete chapter on anti-theft in this chapter today. The author wants to see if the subscription will not fall if it is not anti-theft.

If the subscription is still stable, I will consider starting anti-theft measures next month. What will happen in the end, all depends on the data.

Book review areas have always had book friends who are not satisfied with anti-theft measures, so let me see how much support you have for genuine subscriptions.

In the end, I still asked for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket. The book ranked a hundredth, and the author needs your support and encouragement.

By the end of the month, let's vote the reserved monthly tickets for this book. If the results of this month are good, the author will have more incentive to code. (To be continued.)