Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 175: Beside the ancient spring (medium 2)

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Top Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! The Arab people in the early twentieth century are no longer the fierce and brave, nomadic customs and harshness of the Abbasid dynasty. The living environment makes their ideas realistic and realistic, and they have become accustomed to living in the shadow of the strong.

This is a group of greedy and treacherous desert bandits. This is the impression that British lawmakers had of Arabs during World War I. Some even claimed that the only value of these barbaric pagans in the world was behind the Ottomans. Add some burden.

At this time, the Ikhwan movement in Saudi Arabia has been suppressed by force. Except for the core tribes in Saudi Arabia, the religious atmosphere on the Arabian Peninsula in general is not as fanatical as it was more than a decade later.

The Bedouin tribe does not lack brave and tenacious fighters. The premise is that they can obtain loot enough to offset the loss. Once the loss exceeds the psychological expectations of the tribal elders, the morale of these nomads maintained by blood and clan is easy. Will fall into a crash.

The victory of the Germans in Yanbu Port is an excellent proof. The armed groups formed by tribal warriors and urban residents were crushed by modern armored cavalry.

Arabs have been conquered and ruled by foreign races several times in history. When they find that they have no hope of winning, they usually surrender to powerful opponents that cannot be confronted, just like most nations in the world.

However, what Randolph and the others encountered this time is completely a special case. The lives of these warriors do not belong to them. They will do whatever they can to complete the master’s order, because the punishment for violating the master’s will is better than Death is even more frightening.

After launching several reckless group assaults, the Saudi guard has suffered more than 40 casualties, which is equivalent to one-fifth of the strength of this small force. The Saudi commander displayed a rare iron-blooded style at this time. He decisively executed a samurai leader who led the retreat without authorization, and then ordered the remaining troops to immediately launch a new round of offensive.

The commander keenly discovered that the mysterious enemy army on the opposite side has fierce firepower, but the total number is not large. As the war continues, the balance of victory will definitely shift to the one that has an absolute advantage. .

The judgement and decision of this highness had to say that it just hit the Germans' weakness, so when the enemy found that the enemy began to round the side of the position, the Germans had to retreat to the second line of defense.

Up to this moment, there hasn't been any casualties on the German side. This is a miracle. All Germans have maintained a strong morale. Relying on eight people is not able to defend the wall, the German officers alternately covered, and finally successfully withdrew into the post in the center of the yard. This sturdy structure was built with the attributes of a military fortress. After a hundred years, this fortress against sand bandits has once again become the last line of defense for a group of strangers.

"Pay attention to saving ammunition!" Randolph reminded his comrades with his back against the stone wall next to the window.

"The last magazine!" Captain Horn pressed the last few bulk pistol bullets into the submachine gun magazine, and then neatly pulled down the mp38 bolt.

"There are still quite a few of them. Take care to aim before shooting." Major Jurgen pressed the hang-up button of the empty warehouse, and the Luger pistol was reloaded.

Although the officers used single shots and short bursts as much as possible in previous battles, the ammunition left in their hands is not much. Juergen knew very well that if it were not for the soldiers on the opposite side, they were not good at shooting. , The Germans simply can't hold on for that long.

Although Ibn Saud attaches great importance to his personal guards, he does not unconditionally repay his trust in these slave warriors. Desert slave owners are very clear that these black slaves are not as honest and submissive as they can be seen from the outside. , They must be guarded against.

These soldiers have all learned how to use and maintain rifles, but they rarely have the opportunity to shoot live ammunition. The British-made rifles in their hands are more often just ceremonial props. Interestingly, the slave warriors themselves don't like hot weapons, because in their hometown, they are better at fighting with cold weapons.

Compared with the Bedouin warriors, the black slave guards only learned simple shooting techniques. Accurate aiming is a magical skill in the eyes of these people, and the ghosts know how many bullets they fired. Where did it go? Anyway, the corpses were everywhere on the Imperial Guard, but no German was killed.

But the Germans are obviously at the end of the battle. Both physical strength and ammunition are exhausted. The Saudi nobles are sure that the enemy will not persist for too long, and his troops will be the final victor in this battle.

"An attack again, and then send an envoy to persuade you to surrender." The Saudi nobleman restored the original calm and graceful atmosphere. He sat on a luxurious Persian carpet, smoking a Turkish hookah comfortably, and a strong black man. The slave stood behind the master, propped up a huge parasol for him.

This highness is very curious about the group of enemies who are almost killing him. He has vaguely guessed the identity of these people, they should be the regular army of Germany or Britain. If possible, he wants to capture these invaders from the West alive, because whether it is as a bargaining chip or a hostage in the armistice negotiations, a living person is more useful than a dead person.

The guards regrouped under the cover of the wall and launched a new round of offensive again. The Germans' defensive firepower was extremely precise and fierce, so after dropping five corpses, the guards once again withdrew to the starting point in embarrassment.

As the nobleman just said, he immediately sent envoys to the Germans, in the name of the Saudi royal family, to order these foreign invaders to surrender. At the same time, as a member of the royal family, he assured the other party that there is no need to worry about their personal safety, because they will be sent to Riyadh as royal guests rather than prisoners, where they will be well treated and taken care of.

The Germans obviously don’t believe these nonsense. Out of respect for the rules of war, they kindly left the life of the arrogant messenger~ IndoMTL.com~ and shaved off the guy’s beard as a gift to the other party. Response.

"No wonder it's so tough, it turns out to be a German." The nobleman put down the hookah rod in an elegant manner, with a calm expression on his face.

This highness didn't care about the humiliation of the messenger at all, because this was the power that the strong had inherently possessed, and it might be even more excessive if he did it instead.

"Master, I am worried whether they know something." The samurai leader glanced at the messenger who was crying like a child, and whispered in his master's ear.

"Don't worry, they can't know the secret, Abdul." The other party waved his hands and dismissed the idea: "Since these people want to fight to the end, then give them a glorious ending, Abdul Le, you personally lead the team to take that inn for me."

"Yes, honorable master." Abdul stroked his chest and took his orders. At this time, there were more than 120 people left in the guards, and the troops assembled again, ready to launch a general attack on the target.

"The true **** is great!" Abdul held an Arab machete in one hand and a pistol in the other. He stood in front of the team, praising his faith loudly.

"The gods are great!" The morale of the soldiers was boosted again. They waved their weapons and responded with loud cheers.

"For the king, kill all the robbers!" Abdul swung his machete forward, and the slave soldier yelled over his side and started to make a final charge towards the station.

Just as the head of the guard thought that this time he would have a chance to win, suddenly on the other side of the station, under a huge yellow sandstone, there was a crisp shot sounded like fried beans.

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