Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 173: Encounter with enemies

We turned the time back 30 minutes before Randolph and his party were quite lucky. They barely took many wrong paths and found the ancient spring in the center of the desert quite easily.

The morale of the survivors of these plane crashes has always been very strong. This may have something to do with the proportion of officers in the team. There are a total of eight survivors. Except for three middle and high-ranking non-commissioned officers, the remaining five are all officers. .

In addition to the two Grey Sword members who died on the scene during the emergency landing, the British pilot Lieutenant Winter also stopped breathing because of his injuries. The Germans buried the Royal Air Force lieutenant next to his plane and used the wreckage of the plane. The metal on the top made him a crude cross. They survived all thanks to the superb flying skills of Lieutenant Winter. The Germans decided to wait until they were rescued and they would jointly appeal to their superiors for Lieutenant Winter.

The sacrifice of the British Air Force lieutenant resulted in only the Germans remaining in the surviving squad. They were SS Lieutenant Colonel Randolph, SS Major Jurgen, Army Captain Horn, SS Lieutenant Wenzel, and Air Force Second Lieutenant Krieger, SS Sergeant Merkel, SS Sergeant Gramlock and Sergeant Woodman. It can be seen that apart from the difference in military type, the ranks of these people are arranged in a ladder by coincidence.

Randolph has no talent for identifying roads. Speaking of the confidants around the imperial head, it seems that they all have this problem, and I don't know if they are infected by the head of state.

So the work of the guide in the team was handed over to Krieger and Captain Horn. Especially Captain Horn, he has received professional training in this area. Not long ago, he was in French Indochina. He once led the commandos through the local wild jungle with only a map and a compass. To say that the environment in the rainforest is worse than the desert, at least in the desert you can see the sun when you lift your head, and there are no such annoying jungle mosquitoes.

After finding the right direction, they soon discovered a natural animal trail. This trail, which may have been trampled by wild camels and other desert animals, led them all the way to Hamill Springs, an ancient Arab desert merchant. The most important water supply place in the road.

During the reign of the Ottoman Empire, the Turks built a post next to this ancient spring and stationed tax officials here to collect taxes from the caravans. The empire also stationed fifty cavalry here. Responsible for protecting the tranquility of this section of business.

When the Arab Uprising broke out, this place was still an important resting place. It used to be filled with all kinds of tents. Various businessmen held prostitutes and dancers, singing and dancing here all night.

There is no doubt that everything that happened here in the eyes of the religious militia is corrupt and degenerate, so when the Ihwan Movement began, the religious militias ransacked the post here and killed everything they encountered. The men and women finally burned down the ground buildings and tents around the spring.

As a result, this prosperous business road was gradually abandoned. Since that day, few camel teams dared to set foot here. Legend has it that it was cursed by the innocent victims, and the ghosts of these victims wandered around this spring all night. , They will use witchcraft to kill all Arabs who dare to approach.

Of course Randolph had never heard of this legend at all. He only knew that he had found an important source of water and could drink the sweet spring water.

Time and the desert have erased the traces of the atrocities of that year, and everything is buried under the thick layer of sand. At this time, only half of the Turkish post, which was covered by the spring, was exposed to the ground, and the rammed-earth wall protecting the courtyard was also broken. The main structure of the post has not been damaged. Perhaps the militiamen are also worried that it will pollute the precious water source, because that is an act against teachings.

After arriving at the destination, the first thing to do is of course to find the spring. The Germans did not spend much effort, because the target was in the center of the courtyard. In order to prevent the well from being buried by yellow sand, the Arabs built a flat-topped hut with stones above the spring, and installed a wooden door reinforced with iron bars. .

It seems that no one has visited here for a while, and half of the door is buried in sand, because the stone house has no windows. When the wooden door is opened, there is a black hole inside, and you can vaguely see a well in the middle of the house, and there are still piles in the corners of the house. Some earthen jars and buckets.

Corporal Woodman walked to the side of the well with a flashlight and lifted the wooden planks that were blocking the well head. He took a flashlight and took a photo into the well. He was delighted to see the light and shadow reflected on the water surface. The water here was clear. It's like a whole piece of crystal.

The Germans drank a free meal of cold spring water, and the fatigue accumulated before seemed to be wiped out. With fresh water supply and ready shelter, the survivors decided to stay overnight here and move on the next day.

Second Lieutenant Krieger has determined that this is the ancient spring of Hamill on the map. It is more than fifty kilometers away from the nearest village. It may take a whole day to complete this road in the desert.

Randolph knew that the African Legion was advancing into this area. Originally, he was flying to the front-line base of the African Legion to check the progress of the battle. He wanted to provide the head of state with a first-line report. Randolph is still Very serious.

The plane started very smoothly after taking off from Yanbu Port, but soon the desert showed its terrifying side to these outsiders. Wellington's flying altitude was not high at the time, because the pilot flew this route for the first time. So he needs to lower his height to compare with the landmarks on the ground.

At that time, the altitude of the aircraft was only about 600 meters, and then it ran into a large sandstorm that is rare in this season. Everything happened in a very short period of time. At first there was nothing unusual. A layer of dust was rolled up on the horizon. This is normal in the desert. Looking at Randolph’s location, the sun is still shining and peaceful outside the window. .

But then the wind increased in an instant. Before the people on the plane could react, a khaki wall appeared in front of the plane to obscure the sky. This is a terrible natural disaster composed of fine sand and dust. The advancing speed made it impossible for Wellington to dodge at all. In the blink of an eye, the bomber was caught in a huge sandstorm.

The window was dimly yellow, and the aircraft's engine began to emit disturbing noises. Although an air filter was installed, in this environment, a few layers of filters could not do much. At this time, the engine speed must not be reduced. Lieutenant Winter could only watch the temperature of the two engines rise rapidly. He knew that Wellington would not last long in the sandstorm, so he decided to find a nearby clearing before the engine was completely scrapped. In the face of such natural disasters, the pilot can only have one chance. Lieutenant Winter succeeded in the end, but he gave his life for it.

After eating the emergency food that was carried with them, the air crash survivor team began to divide the work. Some people explored the surroundings, while the other people stayed in the post to clear out the houses that were camped at night.

Sergeant Major Merkel is carrying his Mauser sniper rifle, ready to spray luck around to see if he can meet a desert camel or antelope. The compressed biscuits and cans he carries cannot be filled. To fill the appetite of this group of foodies.

On the way to Guquan, they encountered some desert animals, but they were eager to hurry and didn't even bother to hunt. Merkel is a Hessian, and he followed his father up the mountains to hunt since he was a child. His good marksmanship was developed since then. Although hunting in the desert is completely different from that in the forest, the overall change is inseparable.

Merkel found that she was lucky. She found the animal trail not far away. Seeing the hoof prints, it should be a herbivore like antelope.

Following the footprints, he quickly saw the figure of this animal. It was a lone Arabian antelope. Judging from the length of its horns, it should have just grown up. This is a social animal. I don’t know why. Will leave the antelope herd and come to this place alone.

The Arabian antelope does not have many natural enemies on the peninsula. Their greatest threat comes from humans. Bedouins like to hunt this animal with hunting dogs for the fur and beautiful slender antlers.

At this moment, this beautiful animal knows nothing about the danger it is facing. It is lowering its head and eating a clump of sand willow. This is the most common vegetation around the desert oasis, and the Arabs even plant it specially This plant is used to stop the spread of quicksand.

Merkel took up the rifle, adjusted the sight, and gently pulled the bolt to load the bullet. The German hunter adjusted his breathing, and the cross in the scope was firmly stabilized on the head of the antelope. He didn't know the position of the animal's heart, so hitting the head was the best choice right now.

Merkel let out a sigh of relief slowly, and the fingers on the trigger began to be full of force, but at the moment Merkel was about to pull the trigger~ IndoMTL.com~ suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye. A figure.

The SS sergeant commander quickly released the trigger and quickly turned the gun to the newly emerged target. A Bedouin warrior appeared in the scope. He was wearing a large gray Arabian robe, a white turban on his head, a cowhide belt with a bullet bag around his waist, and a leather belt slung across his chest. The bullet belt was filled with golden rifle bullets. He wore a gorgeously decorated Arab machete around his waist. He also had a curved dagger inserted diagonally on his belt, and he carried a Lie produced in World War I on his shoulders Enfield NO.1 rifle. From the gap in the robe, he can see his bare legs and a pair of leather sandals on his feet.

Then another warrior dressed in similar costumes turned out from behind the sand dunes. Merkel was surprised to find that it was a black man. He had never seen a black man in Arab robes. Then a third soldier appeared. The sand dune was like a magic box. A steady stream of Arab fighters appeared from behind. Merkel realized that the situation was not good, so he quickly put away his rifle and started to approach Hamill Springs. Retreat in the direction.

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