Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 125: Encounter (Part 2)

"It seems to be Lieutenant Henderson, Mr. Ali, your memory is really good. Even if he changes his clothes, you can recognize him." Ahmed exclaimed sincerely.

"If you owe me so much money, I will remember you very well." Mr. Ali replied with his hands on his hips.

"How much does he owe you?"

"Fifteen Egyptian pounds."

"He lied to me a full fifty piasts." The driver was furious when he thought of this.

"This pig has been hiding in the Zibilite military base all day, and there is no way to settle accounts with him. Since we met outside today..." Ali stroked the short beard on his chin.

"Mr. Ali, I will follow your instructions." Ahmed stroked the Arab dagger around his waist.

"Very well, let's go find this guy to recover the old account." Ali made a decision.

The Egyptian pound is a gold standard currency. Egypt belongs to the British pound zone at this time. The Egyptian pound and the British pound are linked together. Until the 1960s, the exchange rate of the two remained at one to one.

Fifteen Egyptian pounds is not a small amount in the local area, almost enough for two months of daily expenses of a civilian family in Cairo.

"Not only the old accounts, but also the interest." Ahmed pulled out the Arab dagger on his waist and brushed a beautiful knife.

The two first parked the truck on an open space on the side of the road, carefully rolled the window and locked the door. Then Ahmed followed Ali, and two Egyptians quietly walked towards the village on the roadside.

The architectural style here is simple and practical. In order to prevent river flooding and thieves, tall walls made of mud mixed with reeds are usually built outside the courtyard. This is a traditional craft handed down from ancient Egypt for thousands of years. There has been no change.

The owner of the courtyard where Hudson is located is obviously a rich man. He painted a layer of chalk paint on the surface of the fence, and the thick gate was covered with iron edging.

At this time, the gate of the yard was not closed tightly, leaving a gap for people to pass sideways. Ahmed carefully looked into the yard from the gap in the gate and confirmed that the family did not raise a watchdog. .

"What do you two want to do sneakily here?" someone suddenly asked behind them.

Ali and Ahmed were taken aback. They turned their heads and looked around. They found that there were four strong men standing in front of them. They were wearing checkered turbans, leather bullet belts on their chests and waists. Wearing a richly decorated Arab machete.

"Let's find Lieutenant Hudson." Ali replied confidently. He knew that he must not be guilty at this time, otherwise he would be suspected of being a thief who slid through the door.

"Who told you that Hudson lived here?" A man in the lead stepped forward and asked, Ali felt a deep chill in his eyes.

"We saw him with our own eyes just now, on the roof of this house." Ahmed said loudly.

"You are wrong, there is nothing Ensign Hudson here." The man said coldly.

"Hudson is clearly here. I can recognize this **** fat man even if it is cut into slices." Mr. Ali retorted.

"I'm very clear. You have admitted the wrong person. There is no Hudson, and no ensign." The man held the hilt of the Arab machete at his waist.

"Okay, okay, don't get excited, I may really have admitted the wrong person." No matter how many people or fighting power, your side is obviously not the opponent of the other side, Mr. Ali decisively admits.

"Since I have admitted the wrong person, don't hesitate to get out. God is here. If I see you two here again, I swear I will cut your throat." The man yelled viciously, and Ali could I felt that this man was serious, not intimidating.

"Well, let's leave now." Ali is just an ordinary businessman, and he doesn't want to provoke these unidentified guys.

Ali left with Ahmed nodding and bowing in a small step. These people looked like Bedouins. The nomads in the desert are world-renowned for their bravery and combativeness.

Just as the two groups passed by, one of the Bedouin men suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Ali was stunned for half a second at the time, then spread his legs and ran towards the road.

"Run! Ahmed! Run!" Mr. Ali finally did not forget to call his driver.

It's a pity that Ahmed's reaction was a little slow, and when he wanted to drive away, there was a clear sound of steel knife scabbing in his ears.

"Mr. Ali!" Ali heard a desperate cry from the driver behind him, followed by a series of miserable wailing.

The hardware merchant did not dare to look back. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward. As long as he rushed to the highway, he would be safe. There are vehicles and farmers working in nearby farmland. These thugs should not Dare to kill in full view.

"So you stopped our car?" Captain Dieteritz asked, frowning.

"Yes, Mr. Captain, I saw the flag on your car." Ali pointed to the black SS flag hanging on both sides of the front of the car.

"You should go to the local police for this kind of thing, Mr. Ali, we can take you to the nearest police station." Captain Dietertz said with a shrug. Although the Egyptian is an employee working for Germany, this is obviously not something the SS should intervene. They are the loyal guards of the head of the Empire, not the thugs and bodyguards of Egyptian businessmen.

"Thank you, Captain, I just want to leave this place safely now." Ali kept thanking him, he was frightened today, he just wanted to get out of this trouble quickly.

"Ali, listen to what you said, you and your driver are going to find a British officer who owes you money? What is his name." Sergeant Merkel opened the cab door and asked curiously By the time, the Egyptian businessman had just used several vicious adjectives to refer to the British officer, but he had never clearly stated his real name.

"Second Lieutenant Hudson, Mr. Sergeant Major." Ali replied respectfully.

"Wait...you mean Hudson?!" Merkel suddenly turned to look at Mr. Ali.

"What's his name? This Lieutenant Hudson." Dietertz's voice changed a little, and he grabbed Ali's shoulder excitedly.

"Let me think about it, Mr. Captain...it seems to be Lafayette...no, no, no...it's Rajit..." The Egyptian's mind was still a little confused.

"Is it Rajet?" Merkel reminded.

"Yes, you are right, Rajet, his name is Rajet Henderson." Ali nodded vigorously.

"Is he a fat man, so tall!" Sergeant Major Merkel gestured out of thin air.

"He is a fat man, I don't know how tall he is. It seems to be that tall." Ali tilted his head and recalled.

"Wait a minute." Captain Dietrets finished speaking and ran to the car, leaned forward and took out his briefcase from the back seat.

"Let's see if this is the person in the picture." The SS captain excitedly pulled out a folder from his briefcase, opened it and placed it on the fender of the car.

"Yes, Captain, it's this **** Henderson. I can recognize this disgusting fat face when it turns to dust." Ali looked more excited than the Captain, and he said loudly, poking his finger at the photo.

"Found it! Captain!" Merkel patted the roof of the Mercedes Benz hard.

"You are right, this cunning **** did not run far!" Captain Dietrets happily threw his fist into the air.

"You are also looking for this... Lieutenant Hudson, does he also owe you money?!" Ali doesn't know what the two Germans are talking about, but obviously they are also looking for this Hudson .

"You have done a good job, Mr. Ali, you have found the enemy you are pursuing for Germany." Merkel pointed at Ali and said.

"Damn it, we can't just expose it to the road and move the car to the side of the road." Captain Dietrets suddenly woke up. According to Ali just now, Hudson had at least four accomplices. Protect him. Once one of them sees their Mercedes-Benz, they will surely startled. Once the prisoners are allowed to escape under their noses, Dietretz believes Major Jurgen will let them go to the headquarters to clean the toilets for a year. .

"You are right, Captain, Ali come and help me." Merkel also reacted immediately. He is as experienced as the Captain. In order to avoid disturbing the village, he did not start the car's engine, but Holding the steering wheel with one hand, he pushed up the car hard.

"Is the backup radio still in the trunk?" Ditrets ran to the back of the car and pushed hard.

"It's still in the same place and the battery is full" Merkel replied.

The three people worked together and quickly pushed the Mercedes-Benz into the reeds on the side of the road.

"We need the support of an armed assault team. How long will it take for them to come from the city?" Merkel applied the handbrake, locked the door, and then turned to the back of the car.

"If it goes well, it will take about half an hour." Dietertz took the shortwave radio from the trunk and erected a simple antenna with Merkel's help.

"Now we have to figure out whether they are still inside. Ali's presence will definitely arouse their vigilance." Merkel turned to look at Ali who was standing aside.

"What can I do to help, please tell me directly, as long as I can make this group of people punished, I can do anything for you, this group of **** killed Ahmed, he is my best He has been working for me for fifteen years. My whole family likes him very much. His son is only three years old this year..." Ali's voice choked up, thinking of the poor driver, he felt a burst Regardless of the result, he has to pay a large amount of compensation to Ali’s family.

"Forget it, if these people find you again, they will definitely chop off your head." Captain Dietretz said to the Egyptian businessman while adjusting the frequency.

"You can do one thing for us, help us watch this car when we leave." Merkel was not going to scare the hardware merchant anymore, he said to Ali seriously.

"No problem~IndoMTL.com~I will see this car firmly. I swear to God that no one will touch it." Ali quickly nodded and agreed.

"They have received the signal." Dietertz covered the receiver with one hand and quickly pressed the key with the other.

"The armed group will leave in five minutes. It will take... about twenty minutes to get here." The captain pressed the power button several times, then put away the headset.

"What we need to do now is to obtain more targets, the terrain in the village, the exact location of the target, the number of people, weapons and equipment, and whether there are secret guards around." Dietertz said to Merkel .

"During this time, we also need to make sure that the other party will not escape early." Merkel rolled up the wire used as an antenna and stuffed it into the trunk of the car.

"Then get started, Ali, I want you to draw a sketch of the location of the target house. Can you do it?"

"I tried my best. In fact, the house is easy to recognize. The exterior wall is painted with chalk, and a long flagpole stands on the roof." Ali picked up a reed pole and drew a map on the mud. .

"Remember to give him a gun later, Merkel." Dietertz crouched beside Ali, raised his head and said to Merkel.

"No problem, Captain." The SS Sergeant took out his Y-shaped harness and an MP40 submachine gun with a tubular silencer from the trunk.

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