Battle of the Third Reich

After the sun came out, the temperature on the Gobi began to climb rapidly, the blue sky was cloudless, and the hot sun mercilessly steamed this barren land.

Abdul and Bassem began to pick up the camping items, as he told Julian, they have a lot of ways to go today, so time seems extremely precious.

They can only use this time in the morning to move forward. After noon, this land is no longer suitable for biological activities. Unless the last resort or preparation is enough, even smugglers will not choose to hurry in the afternoon. God will punish those A foolish man who ignores the Gobi law.

They must rush to the scheduled resting place before noon, and then rest and camp there, and then set off when the sun is about to set in the evening. If the night is bright, they can continue until midnight, and finally arrive at the scheduled desert oasis rest camp.

Abdul is an experienced guide. He knows all the water sources and suitable camping sites on this route, and how to allocate the time for the rush.

North Africa is not like the imaginary place where all the sand is covered with yellow sand and dry bones. In fact, there is a large area suitable for human habitation. Not only do many tropical vegetation grow, but also many wild animals breed here.

The soil and climate here are very suitable for the cultivation of olives and grapes, so it once became the most important overseas territory of the Roman Empire and the tourist destination of the rich. The Romans have ruled this land for 600 years, and you can find it everywhere Magnificent remains of the great empire.

But all this has now become a thing of the past. The once gorgeous and elegant temple complex has now become a haven for the Papar nomads.

The Gobi looks as if it is lifeless. In fact, the world’s richest toxic creature population is preserved here. Ignorant travellers will be attacked by various snake and poisonous ants if they are not careful. A small bite may be in It killed people within a few hours.

Julian followed Abdullah's warning and struck the surface with a wooden stick a few times before picking up the horse blanket to avoid hiding anything unfriendly in it. It wasn't until he found that there was nothing abnormal, he picked up this wool blanket and covered it on the back of the beautiful Arabian horse.

This is a four-year-old mare with a beautiful chestnut fur, a carefully constructed horse mane scattered on the elegant neck, and a pair of bright and clear brown eyes flashing a spiritual light. Julian bought her from a Tunisian horse dealer for only fifty pounds and thought she was taking advantage of it. In fact, this year-old Ma has changed several owners, it is difficult to sell a good price in the market.

Julian likes his new mount very much, but he also understands that once he leaves North Africa, he simply has no energy and conditions to raise such a good horse, so he has made an appointment with Abdul and waits for his destination , He will give "Rita" this is the horse to each other. Julian said that if Abdul could not raise his own, he also asked him to find a good house for this beautiful animal.

When camping at night, you must remove the camel racks and saddles from all the animals, so that the horses and camels can get a better rest. Although it seems that the whole process is a bit trivial and troublesome, these details often affect the whole thing. success failure.

Julian picked up the beautifully decorated Arabian saddle, placed it firmly on the horse blanket, and then bent down to fix the cowhide girth of the horse's belly with the help of Bassaimu. Tightening the belt of the chest strap and fastening the brass lock, Julian gently patted Rita's shoulder muscles, and he was very satisfied with his craft.

"Are you all ready, Mr. Julian." Abdullah rode on his horse, holding a camel's reins.

Julian stepped on the stirrup and sat on his horseback. He raised his hands and sorted the headscarf on his head. Then he nodded to his guide.

"Glurry" Baseimu held the other camel, and a cry for driving was heard in his mouth. The Moroccan child ran ahead, the tall dromedary carrying a camel rack full of supplies, humming and taking a big step to follow closely. This little camel team left the campsite, under the scorching sun, embarked on a new journey.

But what Julian and his team did not know was that just about half an hour after they left, a group of unexpected guests stepped into their campsite last night.

"Yes they are right." A German sergeant wearing a sand-yellow tropical uniform picked up a hand-rolled cigarette **** from the extinguished fire.

"Search around, don't miss every inch of land." The spokesman was an army officer, also wearing a sand-yellow army tropical uniform, with sleeves curled up to his elbows.

"Observe the order, Lieutenant." The non-commissioned officer made a salute, and then began to arrange the division of labor.

"Lieutenant Hanster, they haven't been walking long. If we speed up the march, we can catch up with them before noon." French Army Lieutenant Loire squatted by the fire and reached out to carefully test the temperature of the ashes.

"You should be glad that they used tea instead of a fire to extinguish the fire, Ensign," Hanster laughed.

"The order I got was surveillance to confirm that the target entered Libya safely. Before getting further orders from our superiors, we must keep a distance from the target to prevent it from being discovered by this cunning mouse." The German lieutenant took off his sand The helmet of the hood shoved the brown hair in the forehead.

"What is the identity of this person, is it necessary to send so many of us to track?" The French lieutenant stood up and asked with a depressed look.

"When it comes to state secrets, we at this level only obediently obey orders." Lieutenant Hanster buckled up the helmet and took out the cigarette case from his pocket.

"Thank you for your cooperation this time, Lieutenant Loire. After this operation, can I invite you to drink a few drinks in the city?" Hanster opened the cigarette case and raised his hand to the French lieutenant.

"Thank you, that's great, I know a restaurant where the owner's own brandy is made, and the taste of the dishes is also very good." Loire drew a cigarette from the cigarette case in his mouth, and then took it out of his pocket lighter.

"There are still three or four days to go from here to the border. At the current speed of the target, it will not exceed five days at the most, and our task will be completed by then." Cigarettes were lit.

"Report lieutenant, all searched, no abnormalities, the target only left some food residue and wrapping paper." The sergeant ran over and reported.

"From here, the next possible place to rest is" Hanster pulled out his notebook from his chest pocket.

"The Miskoketri well, also called Loire Springs" Hanster turned to look at the French captain.

"You look at what I do, this is not my name." The French lieutenant said it had nothing to do with himself.

"They should be there until noon, we can't wait silly here, maybe" Hanster opened the map bag around his waist and pulled a map out of it.

"We can go around in front of them from the west and rest in the Sharik Oasis. If nothing goes wrong, they will follow this road to Matatlan, which is the safest place to stay around."

Lieutenant Loire is very familiar with the surrounding terrain. As a grass-roots officer of the foreign legion, he has served here for five years and knows every secret smuggling channel here. France is not unaware that these Arabs are smuggling indiscriminately. In fact, it involves a lot of entanglements of interests. In order to maintain stability within the colony, many times they can only choose to ignore these issues.

"Very well, just follow what you said, sergeant, order all the troops to gather, and we immediately set off for Sharik." Hanster gave the order loudly.

The platoon troops are all composed of cavalry, more than 60% are Germans, and the rest are all local soldiers of the French foreign corps.

In addition to understanding the surrounding terrain, the French people can avoid a lot of trouble during the mission because they are familiar with local customs and language.

Although Hanster was only a second lieutenant, he had rich combat experience. He once fought on the French front as an assault squad leader of the Waffen SS. When the SS's first armored division was dismantled, he was selected by the Army for outstanding performance on the battlefield. After passing examinations and reviews, he became a member of the German Wehrmacht.

"I don't know what the superior's plan is, but I believe the task in front of me is very important for the empire." Hanster rode his horse and led the rein to Loire.

"I don't know where you came from. Although I hope so, Lieutenant, but I don't think the target looks like an important person." Loire put down the strap of his white cap and sorted the cloth behind the cap curtain.

"Trust me, it's not wrong, this mouse must be more important than we thought, otherwise they won't send me to take care of this work." Hanster took the whip handed by the sergeant and gently snorted the brim , And then urged the mount to move forward.

"All keep up!" Loire drank to the cavalry of the foreign regiment behind him.

Under the leadership of the sergeant sergeant, the foreign legionary cavalry in khaki uniforms began to fly forward on the flat Gobi wasteland.

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