Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 174: Beside the ancient spring (middle)

The Arabian horse leaped up to the rising sand dunes, and an ancient desert post stood in front of the knight. The Ottoman-style domed small building is half buried in the yellow sand, but the exquisite castellated stone walls around the courtyard and only half of the brick and wood observation decks still show the world the prosperity of the empire.

The Arab nobleman stood on the sand dunes, surveying the destination of the trip, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual, he shook his horse's rein and ran to the main gate of the station.

His group of loyal guards dare not let their master take risks. Even if this highness hurts a single hair, everyone here may lose their heads. So several loyal Bedouin guards lashed their horses hard and quickly rushed to the front of the nobleman. Even if they might be scolded for this, they had to protect the safety of this highness.

This act of loyalty really saved the nobles they protected. No one knew at the time that they had entered the German firepower circle.

Facts have proved that the camouflage effect of the new German desert uniforms is very good. Until the moment before the Germans opened fire, the Arab cavalry did not find the ambushers in the trench tens of meters away.

The first shot was shot by Randolph, and he pulled the trigger of the submachine gun with excitement and fired a beautiful burst. The bullet swept across the cavalry queue, and three horses fell to the ground on the spot. The knight on the horse was caught off guard and was severely thrown on the sand. Two of them were silent immediately. The Bedouin warrior who survived really didn't know if he should be lucky. He covered his crotch and rolled and wailed on the sand, apparently hurting a vital part.

However, this poor fellow soon stopped worrying about the rest of his life, because when he turned over and screamed, a panicked Arabian horse struck him in the face.

Under the leadership of Randolph, the German army entered the crazy shooting time. All the excellent shooters were present. Even the pilot Lieutenant Krieger had won the shooting trophy in the squadron.

The German folks have always retained the martial arts spirit of their ancestors, especially in families that have been soldiers for generations. Boys in the family often began to receive military education at a very young age, hoping that they can continue the honor of their parents. Krieger's family is like this. Although their name does not include the Junker noble Feng, and they have not had a few high-ranking officers, they cannot extinguish the family's desire for military exploits and honor.

The Krieger family originally planned to let him apply for the Army Officer School, but he didn't expect that he would secretly report to the Air Force Flight School without telling his family. There was a big disturbance at the time. The second lieutenant of the Air Force has liked to listen to the stories of those air knights in World War I since he was a child. He has long aspired to become an ace pilot. Now that his biggest life goal has been achieved, he is waiting to return to his hometown to get married.

The German ambush was very successful. The Arab cavalry suffered heavy losses in an instant. Seven of the twenty-one cavalry were killed immediately, and one third of the cavalry was wiped out. The remaining people hurriedly drove their mounts to flee in panic, and several of them were still wounded. The nobleman lost his usual grace. He whipped his beloved horse madly and ran in the direction of the path.

The German army’s temporary position was in a mess, with the corpses of horses and horses standing fifty meters away from the trenches, and the painful neighs of injured horses echoed in the air. The two Grey Sword officers jumped out of the trench with their rifles. They shot and killed the seriously injured horses, ending the pain of these elegant animals, and then chose a relatively well-dressed Bedouin warrior body. Individuals worked together to drag it back into the trench.

"He seems to be an officer. Look at this dagger. If you get it in Berlin, you can sell for at least one hundred marks." Sergeant Grimlock drew the Arab dagger from the corpse's belt and pointed to the beautifully carved Speaking of the ivory handle.

"I don’t have any documents or a map. Let me see what’s in my bag." Jurgen searched the body expertly. The former Gestapo, out of professional habit, also found the corpse. All kinds of gadgets are placed neatly on the sand.

"It's shredded tobacco. It smells good. This guy is an expert." Horn opened a small leather pocket and grabbed a handful of shredded tobacco from it and sniffed it.

"There is not much money in the wallet. They are all nickel coins from Egypt and Turkey." Jurgen loosened the leather **** the purse and poured the coins into his palm.

Saudi Arabia has not issued a national currency at this time, and the coins issued by the Ottoman Empire and Egypt in the old days are still circulating in the Arabian Peninsula, and of course the banknotes of European countries. The pound was the most popular in the past, because it can be used to buy food and weapons from the British. Some time ago, because Germany defeated the United Kingdom, the German mark is now becoming popular in the Gulf countries.

"This is not an officer, but a relatively high-ranking soldier." After checking the deceased's bag, Jurgen came to this disappointing conclusion.

"I don't know the identity of these guys yet, but I can be sure that they have become our enemies now." Captain Horn said. He found a large number of soldiers on foot, climbing over the huge sand dune in the distance.

"They weren't our friends." Major Jurgen said to Horn.

"You're right, Major, these people are not our friends." Sergeant Merkel picked up his sniper rifle and placed it on the breast wall raised by the ditch.

"One hundred and fifty to two hundred people, there is no uniform uniform, it should be a private army of a certain tribe, but I don’t know which tribe is near here. What a hell... It seems we just missed a big Fish." Merkel suddenly exclaimed with excitement: "The cavalry in the white robe should be the commander of this unit. If we killed this guy just now, they should be in chaos by now."

"It's more likely that everyone rushed over to find you for revenge. You don't understand the customs of these Arabs at all." Jurgen said calmly, twisting the back cover of the grenade slowly.

"Attention, gentlemen, the enemy is now preparing for the attack." Randolph was holding a telescope in his hand with a rare serious expression on his face.

"We don't have much ammunition. We must use it sparingly. Try to eliminate an enemy with one bullet." Randolph handed the binoculars to Jurgen beside him.

"They are equipped with cavalry, and I don’t know if there will be follow-up reinforcements behind these people. We have no way out, gentlemen." Horn pointed out the serious facts. Although everyone understands it, there is always someone Speak out publicly.

Arabs equipped with cavalry ~IndoMTL.com~ means that the Germans have lost the opportunity to escape, in the desert with two legs can not escape the pursuit of cavalry. The only thing the Germans can do now is to defend their positions, kill the enemy as much as possible, and delay the battle.

This is a decision to survive from the dead. Everyone is pinning their hopes on the search forces sent by Germany to be able to find them before the station falls. Although this hope now seems very slim, none of the people present are honest and willing to give up. Don't want to shake their confidence in survival until the last moment.

Randolph is the largest optimist among them. He is known for his strong nerves when he is around the Führer. He has always thought about the possibility that he will die here. He is covered by the boss. That is an apostle sent by God, a **** who walks on earth.

The German troops rearranged their positions, and the infantry on the opposite side launched a tide-like offensive as scheduled. Once again, the clear and dense shots of MP submachine guns sounded over the ancient springs.

PS: Jet lag is really painful, the author is still working hard.

In addition, the author will be out for work tomorrow, and the update has to be suspended for another day. I hope everyone can understand.