Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 178: Meeting

The exchange of fire near the sandstone ended very quickly. The twenty slave bans failed to complete the prince's entrustment. In front of the heavy firepower of the vehicle, these people only persisted for less than two minutes.

The 20mm shell easily penetrated the bunker where they were hiding. Whether it was a sandbag or a camel corpse, or a slave soldier hiding behind, it was torn into pieces under the violent machine gun fire.

The German reconnaissance vehicles did not expend much effort at all. They simply turned the turret, then aimed and fired, and then repeated the above procedure again. The battle process was extremely boring. The cruelty of modern warfare is undoubtedly revealed at this moment. In the face of overwhelming firepower, individual bravery has no room for expression.

The reconnaissance vehicle determined that the enemy army in front of it had been defeated, and most of the rest were fleeing into the depths of the desert, and immediately reported victory by radio to Lieutenant Spalu. The armored company was advancing at full speed and failed to catch up with the battle, which made the armored company commander feel a little depressed. He had known that he should have rushed directly with the company.

However, Lieutenant Spalu also got two good news, enough to make up for all his regrets. They not only found the missing reconnaissance crew, but also found another German army, which is probably the command of the command. Those who survived the crash.

"Understood, Sergeant Schneider, you can first clean up the outer area and make sure that there are no hidden enemies nearby... Tell the two pilots that we are coming over, it's over." Spalu released the headset microphone , Then turned to Sergeant Rem, who was looking at him, and made a gesture to switch the frequency.

"William, you immediately turn your platoon to the southwest. The reconnaissance squad reports that an Arab unit is retreating into the desert to see if it can stop them. Most of the opponents are infantry, and they will not move too fast. "Sparu ordered.

"The second platoon received it, which direction are you sure?" the second platoon leader asked over the radio.

"The information currently obtained is like this. Whether you can catch them depends on your luck, William. If you don't find the enemy, you will return with the second row. Remember to keep in touch with the company at any time. "Sparu replied.

"Yes, sir." The second platoon leader answered very simply.

As the order was issued, five 38T tanks left the marching queue and turned their heads to the southwest. This kind of light tank produced in the Czech Republic is quite adapted to the terrain of the Arabian Peninsula. It can continue to run at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour, provided that the heat dissipation of the engine will not cause problems.

"Company commander, are those people the important people that the headquarters asked us to look for?" Rem still couldn't help asking questions.

"I don't know, I hope it's them, Rem." Spalu finished speaking and stood on the captain's seat, leaning out of the command tower.

"I saw a Type 222 wheeled armored vehicle. It must be a search force sent by the African Legion." Horn carried the Lee Enfield rifle and ran off the roof, and he reported to Randolph excitedly My own discovery.

"Hear the fire just now, it must have beaten the **** badly." Lieutenant Krieger's face was full of joy at this time.

"Lieutenant Colonel, we should fire a flare immediately to show our identity." Jurgen suggested.

"Gentlemen, now the enemy is defeated, and this oasis is now under the control of the German Empire." Randolph said with a sullen face, looking at the surrounding companions.

"Lieutenant Krieger, immediately fired two green flare flares, indicating that we are friendly forces."

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Lieutenant Wenzel."

"In, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Go to the top of the building and hoist our flag."

"Observe...wait, you said the flag?!"

"We have occupied this place, of course we have to hang up the flag."

"Understood, I'll go right away, Woodman, you come with me."

"Don't let your guard down. The enemy hasn't gone far yet. We still have to stay here until we rendezvous with the large forces." Randolph stood with one hand on his hips, posing the standard of an ancient hero in an oil painting posture.

"Conqueror of the Oasis, it doesn't sound majestic enough...or is it the lord of the spring...it doesn't sound good...what title should I add? It's really difficult to name it." Looking at the middle of the courtyard Randolph began to think about it.

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"Sir, the headquarters is calling, the troops in front have found Lieutenant Colonel Randolph." The radio operator reported loudly.

"What? Give me the headset." Daogen strode to the radio console and took the spare headset from the Air Force sergeant. At this time, the radio technology is still unable to carry out long-distance voice communication, so the Morse code of "Didi Da Da" is heard in the headset.

"Ask them and find out the specific location of the lieutenant colonel." Colonel Dogen ordered with a straight face.

"Yes, sir." The radio operator hurriedly pressed the transmitter key.

"The headquarters called back, at Hamill Old Spring." The sergeant reported to Daogen.

"Hamill ancient spring?! Isn't that at the B drop location?" An air force major said in surprise from the side.

"Well, God has always favored Randolph." Dogen took off the headphones and let out a long sigh of relief.

The colonel walked back to his seat and looked out through the window of the plane. A large fleet of transport aircraft was flying in formation with the head of state plane.

Half of the military transport aircraft currently deployed by the Luftwaffe in Africa is here. There are two squadrons of forty-eight Junkers JU52s, and the cabins are full of supplies. Participating in this air replenishment operation is the British Air Force’s 20 Bristol “Mumbai” transport aircraft. This is a mediocre transport aircraft, but like the “Aunt Junker”, it can be modified after a little modification. Used as a bomber.

Such a huge airdrop formation is not just for Spalu’s company to transport supplies. It is just one of the goals of the airdrop operation. This is an air-ground joint operation. The goal is to replenish materials for all combat units that are off the supply line. .

The nomadic tribes in Saudi Arabia are not very dependent on roads. They often camp in small oasis far away from the roads. This leads to the fact that German forces attacking such targets often stay away from logistics transportation lines.

Col. Dougan decided to participate in this operation temporarily, because two of the airdrop locations were closer to Randolph's missing area, and he wanted to search for Randolph's traces from the air himself.

What he didn't expect was that the search team found Randolph so quickly. Hearing that this worrying subordinate was unscathed, Colonel Dougen finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Order the pilot to turn immediately and fly to point B." Dougan turned his face and ordered the air force major.

"But Colonel, the formation must go to location A first." The major replied.

"Then leave the formation, we have autonomy." Daogen raised his face.

"Yes, Colonel." The Air Force major did not dare to argue any more. The SS colonel held the Führer's warrant and had amazing privileges here.

The huge "Empire One" fuselage tilted slightly, and under the control of the captain, it began to turn smoothly.

"Sir, we will be over the target in ten minutes." The Air Force Major reported.

"Can we land in the target area?" Dougen asked.

"I'm afraid not, sir, we don't know the situation on the ground," the major replied.

"I see, thanks." Daogen nodded, then turned his gaze out of the window again.

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"Sir, the headquarters has ordered us to defend ourselves in place and prepare to receive airdrop supplies." Rem ran into the post from outside the house with a telegram.

"Is the identification board laid?" Spalu turned his face and asked the deputy commander.

"It's all laid out." The deputy company commander replied.

At that time, the means of identifying open spaces were the same across Europe, using conspicuous identification signs during the day and lighting a few bonfires at night. The German Army has allotted foldable ground identification plates and identification cloths. The front and back sides are in different colors and can be replaced as required to prevent them from being grasped and used by the enemy.

In history, the German army also liked to use the national flag as a ground identification mark, but to do so requires a prerequisite, that is, the Luftwaffe holds the local air superiority, otherwise it will become a means of suicide.

"What supplies will be airdropped this time?" Randolph was holding a cup of coffee with a smile on his face. Unexpectedly, these armored soldiers were carrying coffee pots with their vehicles. For the survivors who had just experienced a fierce battle, it was a complete enjoyment to taste a cup of fragrant coffee at this time.

"It's mainly fuel and fresh water that are easy to consume. We carried plenty of food this time. The cooking class is already preparing lunch. Today's recipe is beef stew with potatoes, and we also brought Sicilian wine." Lu's tone was somewhat flattering. Although he did not know the true identity of this SS lieutenant colonel, from the attitude of the headquarters, he was definitely not a big figure to offend.

"Sicilian wine makes me look forward to lunch now." Randolph said with a smile.

"Airplane! It is approaching at nine o'clock." The lookout on the roof shouted loudly, and there was a faint buzzing sound in the sky.

"It came earlier than I expected." Spalu said to Randolph.

"Interesting, this is the first time I have encountered an airdrop. I must take a closer look." Randolph strode out of the station, holding the coffee cup.

"Why is there only one plane?" Captain Horn was already standing in the yard, with his hands on the pergola and looking towards the sky.

"Perhaps as a pilot." Lieutenant Krieger replied hesitantly.

"Can the model be recognized?" Jurgen asked from the side.

"It should be FW200." Krieger is still very confident in this regard.

"Isn't that a reconnaissance plane?" Although Jurgen is not an expert, he has read many air force pictorials.

"There are also transport aircraft models. You must know that it was designed as a passenger aircraft~IndoMTL.com~ When it comes to airplanes, Krieger becomes excited.

"This airplane looks familiar." Randolph held a coffee cup and looked up at the four-engine transport plane that was slowly circling overhead.

"Something fell." Major Jurgen was sharp-eyed, and he found a black spot on the plane.

"The parachute is opened. Is the airdrop bucket hanging below?"

"No, that seems to be a person." "Is it a paratrooper?" "Look! Jump down one more." The German officers and soldiers present were talking about it.

"In the telegram of the Legion Command, did you mention sending someone over?" Jurgen asked Spalu.

"No, that was not mentioned in the telegram at all." Lieutenant Spalu was also confused at the moment.

"This is really...somewhat strange." Looking at the parachute getting closer and closer to the ground, Randolph suddenly felt a chill in his back.

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