Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 172: Beside the ancient spring (top)

"Let's listen to these words. Crawlers crushed the desert thorns, tanks roared and fast forward, nothing can stop this force, we are the glorious African army." Loader Hoffman took In his little notebook, reading the lyrics he had just thought of to Sergeant Rem.

"Sounds good, I need to compose a good piece for this." Rem encouraged the young loader.

"After the war is over, you should go to college, Hoffman." Lieutenant Spalu said in the intercom.

"It is true, sir, this kid is a genius." Sergeant Rem nodded in agreement.

"He might be a writer or something." The driver, who has always been taciturn, also joined the teasing of his comrades.

At this moment, the indicator light on the car radio began to beat rhythmically, and Rem covered the headset and recognized the received signal.

"It's the battalion headquarters." Rem reported to the commander, and then took a pencil to record on the codebook.

"It's a new situation report. The second battalion has captured Owiley, and the 77th Regiment of the Cologne Division is advancing towards Lafha." Rem translated the received message.

"The battalion ordered us to continue the mission of the Corps Command. The Air Force will drop us supplies at the scheduled time. They asked us what special requirements we have. I want a cold beer, sir." Rem passed the message to Commander.

"Replied to the camp, I said thank you to the superior for your concern. There is no need for it for the time being." Sparrow folded the telegram and stuffed it into the map bag around his waist.

"Don't slow down, we are only the last two kilometers away from the destination." The captain glanced at the driver and then stood back in the command tower.

"2010, this is February 13, we found smoke rising from the direction of one o'clock, about two kilometers away from us." The voice of the leader of the platoon came from the headset.

The No. 213 tank is the same as the one used by Spalu, it is also a 38T command type, equipped with a two-way voice talker made in the Czech Republic and a remote radio station made in Germany.

"I saw it too!" Spalu raised his binoculars and looked towards the direction of the convoy at one o'clock. Through the dust raised by the car in front, behind the sand dunes close to the horizon, several black plumes of smoke suddenly rose.

"Is that our destination? I think we should send a motorcycle scout team to investigate." The deputy company commander said over the radio.

"Well, that's it." Spalu immediately agreed to Lien Vice's suggestion.

A four-wheeled armored vehicle drove out of the column of the motorized infantry company, overtook the lead tank, and galloped toward the position where the smoke column was raised.

The terrain in this area is not like the Sahara or the Yemeni border. There are endless sand dunes everywhere. It looks closer to some parts of North Africa. The ground is solid sand and stone, and some places show black or white. Rock foundation. The maneuverability of German wheeled armored vehicles in this type of terrain is no less than that of tracked vehicles, and even because of the lighter body weight, they are more mobile than tanks.

"Perhaps some nomadic tribe." Rem leaned out from the front entrance.

"That color will not be smoke. The troops continue to advance, and the platoons are ready for battle." Spalu wiped the sweat from his chin and issued a preparation order.

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"I hit him, did you see it? I hit that bastard!" Randolph exclaimed in excitement and replaced the MP40 with a new magazine.

"Pay attention to the left! Don't let them come close." Captain Horn took up his Mauser rifle and shot a fierce warrior with a white cloth head to the ground.

"These people are crazy." Krieger pressed a bridge bullet into the Mauser pistol, and threw the bridge board on the edge of the trench.

"Three....Four...Five..." Sergeant Merkel quickly pulled the trigger of the Mauser sniper rifle. Every time the excellent shooter pulled the trigger, There must be a Bedouin warrior killed.

"Where did these **** guys come from?" Lieutenant Wenzel emptied a magazine. He dropped the MP40, pulled a Browning out of his waist holster, and directed him to The black samurai, howling and throwing his sword, shot continuously.

The ancient silver-plated helmet couldn't stop the attack of modern weapons. The bullet easily penetrated the thin iron plate, and then penetrated into the skull protected by the iron helmet.

"These people are not desert robbers, but the royal guards." Jurgen pulled the MP40 trigger and withdrew the blind bullet in the barrel. The former Gestapo did some research on Arabs before coming, and coupled with the detailed information obtained from the British, he has recognized the identity of the enemy who attacked him.

"Really? Major, are you sure?" Horn asked loudly.

"There are a lot of blacks in this, and only Ibn Saudi guards can have so many blacks." Juergen replied loudly, and then emptied the submachine gun magazine.

As mentioned in the previous article, the Saudi army still belongs to the tribes at this time, and there is no formal organization at all. Each tribe prepares its own armed ammunition and supplies during the war. The Saudi royal family is only the role of the leader and commander-in-chief.

Since Ibn Saud suppressed religious militias that opposed him, he no longer believed in any warriors who were not his tribe. In order to protect himself and the royal family members, he deliberately set up a personal guard.

Different from the Saudi tribal guards mentioned in the previous book, these people are only ordered by the Saudi king alone, because these people are not Arabs, but black slaves purchased by Ibn Saudi Arabia from Africa.

You are not mistaken. At this time, the Arab tribe still retains the custom of slavery. Some wealthy chiefs will buy themselves several strong black slaves, usually used as guards and servants. Because of the need to buy people’s hearts, these slaves will not be abused. The only thing they have to do is to unconditionally obey all orders issued by the master. Slaves who offend or try to escape will be flogged. Any slave who resists or betrays the master will be beaten. Sentenced to death.

Ibn Saud’s personal guards are all black slaves. He built a new era of Mamluks and spent a lot of effort and money on these people. These black slave soldiers took over from the Arabs. Come to the most rigorous combat training, in addition to modern firearm training, they must also learn to skillfully use ancient Arabic swords and shields. They usually wear ancient locks and scaly armors, armed with Arab machetes and spears, and patrol and guard the king's tents and palaces day and night, just like their predecessors in the Arab Empire.

Although the chiefs of some large tribes also have slave black warriors, only the Saudi royal family, oil trade and pilgrim business have formed the scale of establishment, which gave the royal family enough financial resources to build such a slave army.

"Kill these barbarians! Pay attention to both sides of the defense!" Randolph shot a three-shot burst, knocking a Bedouin fighter to the ground.

"They have too many people!" Sergeant Grahamrock threw the last grenade off him. The M24 grenade with a prefabricated fragment sheath on the outside blew up a circle of Bedouin tribal warriors. These poor guys were riddled with holes and screamed and rolled in the sand.

"They are circling our flank, sir, we must give up the line of defense." Wenzel ran down the trench to Randolph and suggested loudly to the commander.

"Leave two people for cover~IndoMTL.com~The others withdrew to the yard." Randolph also noticed this. The difference between the numbers of the two sides is too great, and now the only solution is to give up the first line of defense.

"I will stay." Captain Horn volunteered to take on the cover task.

"And me! Sir." Merkel pulled the bolt and quickly installed a new bridge clamp.

"After everyone enters the yard, they will cover your evacuation." Wenzel said.

"Hurry up, the next wave of offensive will begin again." Horn pulled the bolt and swept out a burst.

PS: In a blink of an eye, June is about to end, and a new month is coming. There have been too many things in this month, and the current results are not surprising,

I will pay back the chapters that I owe you one after another. The author will continue to work hard next month, and the following plots will be more exciting.

In addition, the author has some major changes in the past two days, and the update may fluctuate. I will notify you in advance if there is a problem. I hope everyone can understand.