Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 177: Beside the ancient spring (below)

The pilots are not as good as Randolphs and their defensive terrain. They can only rely on the dead camel corpse to fight back against the enemy with difficulty. Lieutenant Lehard carried a 7.9mm civilian shotgun, which was obviously not a standard equipment of the Luftwaffe, but a self-defense weapon purchased by the pilot at his own expense.

Because the plane may make an emergency landing in a wild area, the pilots have to face the threat of beasts in addition to the enemy. The Luftwaffe allows light aircraft pilots to carry an additional hunting gun for hunting and self-defense in the wilds .

In history, the German Air Force stationed in North Africa once issued a special life-saving rifle to pilots, equipped with two upper and lower barrels, which can fire rifle bullets and shotgun shots at the same time. However, at this time the African Army had just been established, and of course there was no way to talk about special equipment.

The German pilots were under heavy siege. The lives of the German soldiers were at stake, but the two still resisted stubbornly. After discussing the local stakes, they vowed that they would never let themselves fall into the hands of the other side alive. . Just when Lehad thought that his life might end here, suddenly he heard a familiar voice.

"Did you hear? Coryson." Leaning on the overturned hump, Lehard turned his face and shouted to his companion.

"What are you talking about?" Corrison raised his hand and fired two shots, knocking over a black slave forbidden army who intended to approach.

"Listen carefully..." Lehad exclaimed excitedly: "That's the sound of the engine." The pilot pulled the bolt open and filled the chamber with bullets.

"It's an airplane? No, no, no...it seems to be... a car!" Corrison was also excited. No matter what is driving here, it must be his own.

Saudi Arabia did not have many cars in the country this year. Regardless of their local production of oil, they did not build oil refineries. All refined fuel oil needs to be imported from abroad. Moreover, Saudi Arabia's modern industry was almost zero at this time. Even if it had worked so hard to get a car, it lacked the manpower for daily repairs and maintenance.

Only the units directly under the Saudi royal family are equipped with a very small mechanized unit, equipped with eight British Vickers ultralight tanks and eight Bren machine gun vehicles, and there are more than ten Luo A wheeled armored vehicle produced by Ls-Royce.

The Arab guards also heard the roar in the distance. They immediately stopped attacking the pilots and began to regroup on the sand dunes not far away.

The nobleman subconsciously felt that this battle may not be able to go on. This action must have been cursed by something, and unexpectedly encountered a series of accidents and obstructions along the way.

And the slave guards were also horrified to find that now they can't even do a normal retreat. This small unit is now like a lion trapped in a quicksand, with fangs and teeth, but it cannot be changed. Own situation.

The mounts of the guard cavalry and the logistics camel team were all dispersed. Although the Bedouin knights recovered a few Arabian war horses, they were obviously not enough to take everyone away. Moreover, they lost the supplies and fresh water on the camels. Even if they retreat smoothly from here, they would not be able to go far. This desert is simply a demon, and I don't know how many travelers have swallowed it.

"Master, the sentry saw a lot of smoke and dust, it should be German reinforcements." Abdul respectfully reported to the nobleman. The guards suffered a lot of losses in the previous battles, and they lost most of their supplies. If they were attacked by enemy reinforcements at this time, their situation would become very dangerous.

"Retreat, retreat into the desert, they dare not catch up." The nobleman once again lost his original calmness, he shouted.

He knew very well that he had completely messed up this time, and even if he could escape back to the capital, he would be severely punished.

Fasr is just an ordinary member of the royal family, Ibn Saud is his uncle, and there are almost 60 princes like him in the tribe.

Although Fashir bin Abdul bin Mohammed has the title of prince and possesses a noble lineage and identity, it is nothing more. Ibn Saud gave birth to a lot of sons, and Saudi Arabia's throne is not in the turn of Fasher to inherit.

However, Fasher is a motivated member of the royal family. At the same time, he has a strong desire for power. This time he took the initiative to invite the king to come to this barren land from Riyadh for thousands of miles. His uncle proved his ability.

But now it seems that everything has gone to nothing. Not only did he fail to complete the task assigned by the king, but in the task, he would lose his troops. The royal family was originally a land of intrigue, and now I don’t know how many people are waiting. He fell into the well.

"Honorable master, we must leave some people behind." Abdul reminded Fasher.

Fashir didn’t answer right away. He turned around and looked at the soldiers lined up silently. Suddenly a small whirlwind blew on the sand. The guards quickly pulled up the turbans hanging on the sides of their faces to block the choking people. In the dust, Fasher realized that the army's spirit had been dispersed at this time, and he had to act decisively.

"Leave twenty queens." Fasher glanced at Abdul and ordered in a deep voice.

A guard took the prince’s mount. Fasher grabbed the saddle and turned over. After sitting down on the horse’s back, the prince took out a handful of gold coins from the saddlebag and sprinkled it beside the horse. On the sand.

"This is a reward for these warriors, at least to keep a cup of hot tea time." The prince grabbed the reins, and the beautiful Arabian war horse stopped its restlessness. This sensitive animal may have sniffed the danger. advent.

The Arabs withdrew from the encirclement net, and the pilots took the opportunity to flee in the direction of the reinforcements. The two men rolled all the way down the sand dunes, and met the wheeled reconnaissance vehicle coming to investigate.

"Hi! It's his own!" Lehard raised his hands and danced vigorously.

"It's great to see you......it's...it's great." Coryson sat down on the sand, panting.

"Which unit are you?" the reconnaissance captain asked while standing in the machine gun tower of the 222 armored vehicle.

"African Legion is directly under the air force, I am Second Lieutenant Lehad, this is Sergeant Major Corrison." Lehad ran to the armored vehicle and replied loudly, raising his head.

"Second Lieutenant Lehad, Sergeant Major Coryson?! It is really nice to see you all safe and sound. I am Sergeant Schneider, from the 21st Armored Regiment of the African Legion. I came to look for you." The commander looked really happy, his molars almost burst out with a smile.

"Thank God, what you came is really instant." Corrison finally got his breath, he stood up and walked to Lehard's side.

"We happened to see the smoke you made, Master Sergeant." The reconnaissance captain said with a smile.

"Smoke? Damn, I almost forgot, you immediately contacted the large troops behind, we must go to Hamir ancient spring to support, a group of Arabs are besieging a German army there." Lehard said loudly.

"Are you sure?"

"The Sergeant Major and I had a battle with the Arabs just now. Didn't you hear the gunshot?" The pilot was exasperated by the suspicion in his voice.

"Sorry, second lieutenant, I will contact the superior immediately." The captain chose to give in immediately, and that was a second lieutenant officer.

"It may be too late when the follow-up troops arrive. We should go to rescue now." Lehard suggested.

"But we only have this armored car." The commander hesitated.

"Enough, don't you still have two machine guns on it?" Corrison grabbed the mudguard and climbed onto the body.

"This is a 20mm cannon."

"Isn't the machine gun more powerful?" The sergeant chief sat on the platform at the back of the turret.

"Well, I want to report to my superiors first." The captain picked up the microphone connected to the headset.

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"What tricks are those Arabs doing?" Randolph crouched at the window, watching the enemy with his binoculars.

There seemed to be a battle just behind the sand dunes in the distance, and dense gunfire could be heard clearly here. From then on, the Arabs stopped their continuous offensive.

"Maybe they had internal strife. In this country, this kind of thing often happens." Jurgen began to call himself an expert on Arab issues, but compared to other members, the former Gestapo did have more confidence .

"What do you hear that sound?" Captain Horne's shout rang from the top of the building.

Everyone hurriedly listened with bated breath, and as expected, a series of dull bangs sounded in the distance.

"It's a cannon!" Krieger is most sensitive to this sound.

"Gentlemen, that is the reinforcement sent by the Führer!" Randolph stood up and announced to his men excitedly.

"These guys finally found us."

"Long live Germany!"

"Hi! Heinhardt!" There was a burst of enthusiastic cheers up and down the station.

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"Master, it's an armored car! A German armored car!" Abdul rode on a captured dromedary ~IndoMTL.com~ reported to Fasher loudly.

"Retreat immediately. Everyone only carries weapons, food and fresh water, and throws away everything else on the spot." The prince ordered.

"Master, I must remind you that our fresh water is limited." Abdul said.

"But the Germans don't know, they won't risk getting lost and chase us down into the desert." Fasher inserted the Arab machete at his waist into the knife case near the saddle.

"As long as we hide in the desert for one day, they won't stay here for too long. After they leave, we will turn to the south. I am going to Akufaha." Fasher took the sheepskin handed by the guard The water bag shook and stuffed it into the saddle bag.

Each guard soldier carried a water bag with him. Although some were consumed on the way here, most of these water bags were still half full. In the previous battle, many soldiers were killed. After gathering the water bags of the dead, if they were used sparingly, it should be enough to support the remaining soldiers for a day or two.

"The warrior behind the palace has already engaged the enemy." Abdul said.

Actually, without this confidant's report, Fasher could hear the gunshots coming from behind him.

"We should go." Fasher pulled the reins and turned the horse's head. He immediately stood on the sand dune, looking at the ancient post below again.

"Hateful German, I, Fasher, will definitely be back!" The Arabian prince coldly issued a declaration.

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