Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 171: On the way

Genius remembers this site address in one second: (Top Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The temperature in the Arabian Peninsula in winter stays between 15 and 27 degrees, the temperature difference between morning and evening is relatively large, noon is a day The time of highest temperature. For desert travelers, this is a lucky season. They don't have to worry about the danger of heatstroke. They save a lot of drinking water so that they can stay in this desert for a lot of time.

"Our position should be in this area, hell, these **** sand dunes all look exactly the same." Lieutenant Krieger knelt down on the sand, holding a compass to find the right direction.

"Pay attention to saving fresh water." Horn handed the water bottle to the Gray Sword player beside him.

"Understood, sir." Sergeant Grahamrock took the kettle and unscrewed the bakelite lid. In this air crash, the Grey Sword team sacrificed two members, Corporal Scott and Weir. For this special operations team with only 20 members, one-tenth of the personnel loss cannot be considered serious.

"There is not even a landmark here. The sandstorm must have blown us off the scheduled route. Lieutenant Colonel Randolph's judgment is correct. The search will be carried out along the original route, otherwise they will never be possible. Find us." Lieutenant Krieger stuffed the compass into the holster around his waist.

Major Jurgen stood in a naturally formed sandpit and rolled the cuffs of his white shirt to his elbows. Then the SS major squatted down, dug a few times on the wall, and then grabbed a handful of sand and wiped it. Wipe your hands.

"It's all dry." Holding a handful of dry sand, Jurgen raised his head and said to Horn.

"This pit is not deep enough, Major, at least four or five meters down." Captain Horn reached out and helped Jurgen climb out of the sand pit.

"Hey!" On the top of a sand dune not far away, a SS soldier waved his hands vigorously.

"Sir! There are mountains in that direction!" The soldier shouted, pointing behind him.

"There are mountains? Are you sure?" Randolph asked loudly.

"You can see clearly above, that is a mountain range." The soldier replied loudly.

"Just stand there and don't move!" Krieger grabbed the map on the ground and ran towards the dunes.

"Does the map show that there are mountains nearby?" Jurgen reached out and brushed the sand on his knees.

"There are some very old rocky mountains, and it is said that there are treasures of desert bandits buried in the mountains." Horn replied solemnly.

"Aladdin's magic lamp? Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves?" Juergen couldn't help laughing.

"It's a rocky mountain that'extrudes' out of the ground, not a continuous mountain range. The Hanzhi Mountains should be in that direction." Krieger pointed to the west and said to Randolph.

"But we can finally figure out where we are. It should be Mount Omusniman, and visually we are at least 20 kilometers away from it." Krieger took out a pencil from the map bag and said A cross is drawn on the map.

"We were lucky and didn't go in the wrong direction. If I'm right, if I'm correct, if we go five or six kilometers northeast, it will be the oasis we are looking for." Krieger said with joy.

"What are you waiting for, everyone, the oasis is right in front of us. Everyone immediately cleaned up. We immediately became happy after listening. He turned around and shouted to everyone who was resting by the sand dune.

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"Lehad, what do the Arabs call this?" Coryson dug out the last scoop of ground beef'meat' from the can of corned beef'meat'.

"Well, it's called corned beef'meat' can." Lehad lifted up the backpack **** his shoulder, turned his head and said to his partner: "Who do you think I am? An Arabic expert? "

"I'm just asking casually, don't you know the Arabs very well." Coryson swallowed the beef'meat' in his mouth, and threw the empty can to the side of the road. The sergeant wiped the cuffs of his uniform. Wiping the spoon, then stuffed the baby spoon back into the sundries bag behind the waist.

The two pilots had good luck. They found an ancient commercial road in the desert. This is not a man-made engineering creation, but a natural road that has been trampled by humans and animals for many years.

You can see traces of desert caravans on and around the road, human and animal footprints and animal dung, and some man-made products abandoned on the roadside, such as broken clay pots and damaged camel gear. From time to time, severely weathered pale bones can be seen in the sand on the side of the road. There are camels and others who don't know what animals. Lehard can guarantee that there must be ‘mixed’ with human remains.

This trade road seems to have not been used for some days, the footprints on the road have been blurred, and the animal feces have also dried into lumps. Lehard judged that no one had left here for at least a few months.

"This road is not marked on the map, it should be the kind of secret ‘smuggling’ passage they said." Lehard moved his holster to his front and released the leather buckle on the cover. The abandonment of a road is not accidental. There must be reasons behind it. Whether it is man-made or natural, it may threaten two outsiders.

"If you go in this direction, this road should pass through the well on the map." Coryson didn't notice anything unusual at all, he said with a map.

"How far do you estimate the distance?" Lehard asked his navigator.

"Five or six kilometers, maybe farther." Coryson folded the map and put it back in the map bag.

"We are in the right direction." Captain Fokker put down his binoculars and jumped off the standing rock.

"Henry, give me the map." Fokker stretched out his hand, and the adjutant unfolded the map quickly.

"There is a rocky hill ahead, and the direction'matches' with the map. Our position is here." Fokker pointed to the map and said: "We are still an hour away from Hamill Springs, everyone Take a break and set off in twenty minutes."

After confirming the exact location of the troops, Fokker finally put down half of his thoughts. As long as the troops' drinking water is guaranteed, he will have the courage to face all challenges.

The paratroopers take a final rest. The marching in the desert consumes a lot of physical strength. The soldiers need to replenish the lost water in time, and at the same time add some heat and salt. As paratroopers who need to be active in the rear of the enemy, they all know how to take care of themselves. Once they jump out of the cabin, they can only trust their comrades and weapons in their hands.

The equipment of this paratrooper is quite ‘excellent’. In addition to the regular Lee Enfield short rifles, both non-commissioned officers and officers have issued Thomson submachine guns. These civilian version submachine guns purchased from the United States are actually more fierce than the military version. Because of the use of real materials, the price is much more expensive than the latter.

During the Battle of England, the German Army fully demonstrated the role of submachine guns in combat, and the British Army also began to prepare to increase the number of submachine guns in the army to catch up with the trend of the world's military equipment and technical and tactical development~IndoMTL. com~ Although the submachine guns produced in the United States have excellent performance, they are too expensive and have special calibers, so the required ammunition can only be imported from abroad.

The British Army is currently considering purchasing a batch of German Army’s mp38/40 submachine guns, and at the same time introducing production lines for processing and production in the UK. Maybe in a few months, British paratroopers will be able to carry the mp40 produced by Enfield. Submachine gun.

"Let's'sm' a cigarette, sir." The second lieutenant of the paratrooper passed the'pretty' cigarette pack.

"Thank you, Lieutenant Hull." Fokker took a cigarette out of the cigarette case and checked that the trademark was American.

"Good luck? We need this right now." Fokker took out a lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette. The captain of the paratrooper raised his head and took a puff, then comfortably exhaled a ball of smoke.

"This was brought by a friend from London." Lieutenant Hull lit the cigarette and put the cigarette case in the pocket on his chest.

"How is it in London now?" Falk asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

"The market has resumed its pre-war prosperity, at least on the surface. The goods in the shops have become more abundant, and the food is no longer in short supply. However, life is still not easy, but it is better than three months ago Many. The Army is still conscripting troops. The Labour Party says this is a means of reducing the unemployment rate. In my opinion, it is completely nonsense. Now all of Europe is stepping up preparations for war, and we are likely to have a battle with the Russians." Lieutenant Hull is a well-informed person, he can always get a lot of gossip.

"If the war really breaks out, the British Empire will definitely join the war. It's really interesting. If someone said to me six months ago, Fokker, one day you will fight with the Germans and I will beat that guy with one punch. Face." Fokker shook his head and laughed.

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