Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 150: Fighting

Adil is a Sheikh (Arab-speaking tribal leader) and an Emir (Arabic-speaking commander). In addition to the administrative duties granted by the Saudi government, he also holds a tribal armed force.

At that time, the population of permanent residents in Yanbu City was about 20,000. If Adil could come up with enough military expenses and weapons, he could even pull up a civilian arm of more than 5,000 people. The Juhaina people have been active around Mecca and Medina. Among the Bedouin tribes in Saudi Arabia, they belong to a relatively strong tribe, so the Saudi royal family hired a large number of young warriors from the tribe. On the outside, this is the trust of the Saudi family in the Juhaina tribe, but in fact this is weakening the tribal armed forces of the Juhaina in a disguised form.

Adile's tribe is a subordinate branch of Zhuhaina, claiming to have two thousand people, seems to be strong, but 80% of them are old and weak women and children, and there are no more than 400 qualified fighters now.

This is also the reason why administrative officials are eager to make money. In this situation, maintaining a tribe is no longer an easy task. If you want to grow and develop, you need a large amount of wealth to support it.

The so-called change from frugality to luxury is easy, and from luxury to frugality is difficult. If it was Zhu Haina 30 years ago, the people were brave and brave, women and children grazing the herd of camels, men wielding sabers across the desert. Even if they live in a dusty felt tent, everyone gathers together and eats the dates.

But the Zhuhaina tribe nowadays has been exposed to the decadent enjoyment of too many people in the city, and the administrative officer is worried about whether these people can still live like before if they return to the desert.

In order to show his noble status and authority to the smugglers, Adil deliberately wore a brand new white turban, a traditional white Arab robe, and a black one with gold The length of the burqa with a silk embroidered collar extends to the foot of the leather boot. Around his waist was a wide belt with a lot of amber, ruby ​​and coral beads. On the belt was inserted an Arab dagger with an ivory handle and a revolver with a gun body inlaid with gold and silver.

The administrative officer looked like a Pasha of the Ottoman Empire, standing vigorously on the steps of the mansion. In the open space in front of him were neatly lined up with his direct line of troops, and there were a total of two hundred Bedouin cavalry.

"Are you really not going to inform Riyadh?" Hassem asked under the abdomen of the administrative officer.

"I have the right to deal with this kind of trivial matter." Adil missed it personally. He didn't want the royal family to know about it at all, so that he could embezzle all the confiscated materials grandiosely.

"It would be great if they were transporting arms, and it might be more difficult if they were luxury goods." The administrative officer thought to himself.

"Master, your guard is ready to go." A warrior reported loudly from the steps, holding a snow-white Arabian war horse in his hand.

"Very well, Farrug." Adile walked down the steps with an expression. A servant on the side had already knelt on the ground, serving the nobleman and riding on his horse on his back.

"Do you know what we are going to do? Farrugge!" Adil rode on the snow-white Arabian horse and reached out to take the Arabian machete that Hassem handed over.

"Knowing, master, I swear that I will catch these nasty thieves for you." The warrior leader Isam Farruge respectfully greeted his master.

"Catch these smugglers and nail them to the stakes one by one. This is the will of Abdul Aziz (Ibn Saud)." Adil hung the machete by the saddle. On the buckle, took the reins of the warhorse from Farrugg.

"I will be back soon, get ready for the celebration banquet, Hassem, I want to eat roasted whole lamb at noon!" The administrative officer shook the horse's rein lightly, his boots knocked to the belly of the horse, the Arabian The horse snorted and began to jog at small steps.

"Don't forget to prepare iced grape juice!" Adile smiled and waved his whip to his confidant, and then rushed out the door.

The two hundred cavalrymen are all riding precious Arabian horses. This is one of the two most treasured assets of the Bedouin, and the other is the camel they raise.

Actually speaking, Adil is the most corrupt and degenerate person in the tribe. The Bedouins are a nation that strictly follows traditions and advocates unity, selflessness and fairness. These moral principles are that they live in the desert with harsh conditions. The basis for survival here, any Bedouin who violates the ancient rules will lose all honor and be cast aside by everyone.

The chief of the Bedouin tribe is not superior to ordinary people. His tent is not bigger than others. There are as many sheep and camels as everyone. There is nothing special about food and utensils. He is everything. The recognized leader relies on wisdom and experience to lead the tribe. He has no power to dispose of the tribe at will, let alone force the tribe to obey his instructions.

However, these traditions have undergone tremendous changes in the Adil generation. With the rise of the Tsarist royal family, it has brought brand-new lifestyles and political ideas to the Bedouins who have lived in isolation for thousands of years.

The chiefs of the tribe began to seize power like the officials of the Ottoman Empire, and the people began to accumulate private property. They no longer shared the fruits of their labor with all the people as before. The simple desert tribe became selfish and tyrannical. The doctrines of Saudi Arabia gave them a firm belief, and at the same time turned them into sharp swords directed at infidels. The generous rewards obtained from plunder made them become obsessed with this unearned life, the food, wealth and the robbed Woman, let the brave warrior degenerate into a shameless robber.

And everything happened under the acquiescence or even promotion of the chiefs, Adil should take the most responsibility for the status quo of his tribe. While this chief was enjoying the fine clothes and jade food, he expected the people to return to the simple days of the past. No matter how they looked, it was a whimsical thing.

The horse team gallops along the coastal road towards Sotim Beach. Arabian horses are a symbol of speed and endurance on this land. In later generations, some horse dealers would often use the results of the Mongolian grassland endurance race to belittle the strength of Arabian horses. They would not tell you the problem of these sensitive animals adapting to the environment. Instead, they would be praised by those horse dealers as Mongolian horses. In the arid and hot desert of the Arabian Peninsula, it is also impossible to get good domestic results.

The speed of an Arabian horse can reach more than 80 kilometers per hour, but if it is a long-distance raid, experienced riders will strictly control the speed of the horse. But now Adil is worried that he will be late, the smuggler has escaped from his jurisdiction, he has been delayed for an hour, and there are many smugglers in the Hanzhi Mountains.

"Speed ​​up, we are going to catch up with the moths!" Adile shouted to Farrug, who was beside him.

"Got it, Master." Farrugg raised Li Enfield's lance in his hand and signaled to accelerate.

While the Yanbu port administrative officer brought his elite cavalry to the beach with murderous aura, the eight-wheeled armored vehicle of the German armored reconnaissance platoon was also stepping up to Yanbu port to kill. Come.

"There is a situation! Sir!" Hank's superior soldier who was in charge of watching in the loader's hatch yelled. The German army, equipped with advanced observation equipment, spotted the enemy in advance.

"It's cavalry, the number is more than one hundred." Hank yelled into the cabin while holding on to the hatch.

"The platoon leader, an enemy cavalry was found three kilometers away, rushing towards our army along the highway." Sergeant Snar grabbed the commander's command tower and looked up at his glasses, then grabbed the headset cord Mike on the board, alarmed the platoon leader.

"Stop the platoon!" The platoon leader's clear command came from the headset. Snar turned around and made a stop gesture to the Sabre-toothed Tiger No. 324 behind him. Sergeant Klein, the commander of the vehicle, standing on the 324 command tower, raised his hand in response.

Six eight-wheeled armored vehicles began to decelerate rapidly, and then stopped in twos crossing the highway. The SS task force behind the heavy armored vehicle was completely unprepared. If the driver who was driving was not skilled enough to react quickly, it would have almost caused a series of rear-end collisions.

"Damn it, what is the guy in front of!" Fortunately, Randolph, who had not turned out from behind the windshield, questioned loudly, thanks to the car door.

"What happened?" Jurgen got up from the gap between the front seat and the back seat, holding his hand to his forehead.

"The enemy may have been discovered." Captain Horn's combat experience is much richer than the previous two, and he immediately made his own judgment.

"Lieutenant Colonel, you order the troops to be on guard first, I'll go ahead and take a look!" Horn put his MP40 on his back and reached out to open the door.

"Lieutenant, combat alert!" Randolph stood up from his seat and shouted at Lieutenant Wenzel, who was running forward with a Thomson submachine gun.

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel, combat alert!" Wenzel stood up and saluted Randolph, then ran back faster than before.

"Combat alert!" The SS soldiers passed orders to each other. The soldiers pushed barrel carts and motorcycles to the side of the road. They used the vehicles as shelters and set up their weapons to point to the thorn bushes on both sides of the road.

In a short while, Horn ran back in a hurry: "They found a cavalry unit approaching us." The captain ran a little eagerly, he swallowed and continued: "The search team Lieutenant Fettel intends to block the cavalry on the spot, and he asked us if we would join the battle."

Randolph’s task force belongs directly to the headquarters of the head of state, and most of them are members of the German Security Administration. They are not under mutual control with the African Army. Not to mention Lieutenant Fettel, even Major Wycomb has no power. By giving orders to Randolph, the SS task force can move freely on the battlefield. But Randolph did not display his privileges everywhere as the Army officers thought, but said that if necessary, the SS task force would be happy to act side by side with the Army.

"Cavalry? Arabs? Of course we have to join the battle." Randolph became excited immediately after hearing this.

"Head-to-head confrontation? It's exactly what I want. Let's talk about it, what should we do now!" Major Jurgen's mouth cocked and pulled down the MP40 bolt.

"It's too late to formulate a battle plan. We only have to react according to the situation. First, gather the machine guns and see that there is a natural shooting position." Captain Horn said, pointing to a naturally formed ridge on the right side of the road. .

"Car No. 1 and No. 3 go to the left, No. 2 and No. 4 go to the right, Car No. 5 and the car are still in place." Lieutenant Fettel stood in the machine gun tower of the armored communications vehicle, holding The telescope monitors the target's actions.

The distance between the two sides is close to 800 meters. There is a flat wasteland around the road. Except for some low shrubs and desert thorn bushes, there are no other obstructions. Even if the Arab cavalry's eyes are poor at this distance, You should see the Germans.

Actually, Adile had spotted the motorcade on the road just one kilometer away, but because the distance was too far, he could not see the details of the motorcade.

When he approached the distance of five hundred meters, Adil was still in joy. He raised his head and thanked the true God for sending these foreign smugglers before him.

Like the trader, Adile has never seen a German armored car. The peculiar appearance of the 231 series and the desert coating have successfully confused the eyes of administrative officials.

Adile only worried that these trucks didn't look very big, and didn't know how many goods they could carry.

Just before the Germans began to attack, Adile realized that something seemed to be amiss, because he finally saw the machine gun tower on the roof of the armored car, and the muzzle of the two saber-toothed tigers pointing at him.

"It's a tank! This is a trap!" The administrative officer is not a complete dumpling. He saw the Vickers wheeled armored vehicle purchased by the Saudi royal family from the British in Riyadh, and then in the conflict between Saudi Arabia and Iraq. , I was fortunate enough to have seen the Vickers MKII light tank of the British Imperial Army. These weird vehicles in front of me were obviously not trucks that I thought, but real military tanks.

"Are these British or Italians, why are they sending troops to Saudi Arabia." At this moment, the phrase "aggression" flashed in Adil's mind.

"Are the Western heretics finally going to attack the Holy Spirit? Abdul Aziz must be warned!" Thinking of this, the administrative officer reached out and drew his machete from the saddle.

"In the name of the true god!" Adile raised his scimitar and pointed forward.

"The true **** is great!" The cavalry responded with a sudden, and they started shooting with their rifles in their hands. While praising the gods they believed in, they charged at the German armored vehicles.

"Finally figured it out?" Lieutenant Fettel put down his binoculars and picked up the microphone.

"All vehicles are free to shoot. Don't let any cavalry go." The armored second lieutenant ordered.

"Three rows, do you hear it?" Fettel changed the frequency.

"We are in place." The head of the three rows in the headset replied loudly.

"You can start to act."

"Understood." The third platoon leader's answer was concise and clear.

The three platoons are equipped with a total of eight four-wheeled armored vehicles, four are Sd.kz221 armored vehicles equipped with an MG34 machine gun, and the other four are Type 222 equipped with a 20mm cannon. Because of the flat terrain, the Arab cavalry only saw the four armored vehicles in the front, and did not know that there were eight armored vehicles hidden behind them.

The three-row armored vehicles exploded a front and one rear two frontal impact formation on the flat area on the side of the sea, and each arrow consisted of four armored vehicles. These armored vehicles were fully throttled, and then rushed toward the enemy at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour.

"Fire!" The commanders issued the command, and the machine gun and muzzle of the heavy armored vehicle spewed bright orange flames at the same time, spraying rain of bullets on the Arab cavalry.

In just a few seconds of short shots, the German armored vehicles caused Adil's elite cavalry team, causing the heaviest loss since its formation. Thirty Arab fighters and their mounts tipped over on the impact road, and the following cavalry had to evade to both sides of the road in order to avoid obstacles, and the strict assault formation was torn in two.

"What a god!" The cavalry shouted loudly to encourage themselves, and continued to ride forward.

These cavalry have experienced hundreds of fights~IndoMTL.com~The battlefield experience is extremely rich. They have encountered opponents equipped with machine guns. It is clear that if the cavalry turns around in front of the machine gun position, what will happen to the end of the battle? The only way to survive is to continue assaulting forward. If they are lucky enough to penetrate the enemy's defenses, then they have a 50% chance to break through the enemy's rear.

At this time, no one in the team believes that they have the possibility of winning. It is not faith and honor to keep them fighting, but the survival instinct of a Bedouin warrior.

The soldiers don't have time to think about other issues in their minds, otherwise they will surely guess what injustice Lord Adil has done to get into such a powerful enemy.

Until this moment, the Bedouin cavalry, including Adil, have not figured out who they are fighting with.

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