Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 187: Early morning

The morning sun jumped out of the horizon, and the sun shining on the outer wall of the desert station, dyed the clay-coated masonry wall into a strange orange red, and the shadow of the building moved quickly with the sun’s rise, just before Still creeping at the sentry's feet, he ran behind the tent in a blink of an eye.

The German army did not leave this post. In fact, there were still many personnel and equipment at this time, and they were coming here day and night.

Every few hours, several transport planes flew in from Yanbu Port, and after dropping materials and personnel over the post, they flew southeastward. The destination of these planes was the forward base of the German army, which was a temporary airfield built with prefabricated steel plates, and the radio call sign was "gravel".

At this time, the African army had occupied the ancient Saudi city of Haier and controlled dozens of surrounding villages. The tribal armed forces guarding the city were defeated in the desert. The remaining residents did not resist, and the German troops moved in easily. town.

Everything is done in accordance with the ancient rules that have been passed down for thousands of years in the desert. The Germans are not the first conquerors of these desert towns, nor will they be the last.

The local people all follow the Saudi teachings, but at this moment, no one stands up and fights the invaders. As mentioned in the previous article, these ordinary urban residents are mainly engaged in planting, handicrafts and commerce. Because their living conditions are relatively comfortable, they were purged and looted by the Ihwan militia during the Ihwan movement. Carried out in the name of religion, the supreme patriarch behind the scenes is Ibn Saudi, now the monarch of Saudi Arabia.

In the war-torn Middle Eastern world in later generations, urban residents have always been targets of mermaid. No matter which faction takes over the town, the local residents will honestly obey the other's rule.

In the eyes of these Arab residents, Germans and tribal armed forces are not much different. As long as they do not interfere with their beliefs and lives, these people are happy to keep peace with the invaders.

In the beginning, the religious leaders and resident elders in the city began to negotiate with the German commander with anxiety, and soon these people got the answers they wanted from the Germans.

The German side stated that the Wehrmacht did not intend to occupy this land. The imperial army came to punish the Saudi royal family and would leave after the war ended. Therefore, the local residents can live and work as before, and the German Wehrmacht will not interfere with this.

What makes the elders happy is that the Germans are not prepared to plunder the wealth of the city, nor do they intend to collect taxes from the residents. Instead of restricting the operation of the Presbyterian Church, they have gained more autonomy.

The German army is also preparing to purchase local specialties and grain at market prices. As for the payment, the Arabs can choose Turkish gold coins or German-made light weapons.

The elders unanimously chose German weapons, which is a good thing that you can't buy with money. The Saudi royal family strictly controls the domestic arms trade. Some powerful tribes have their own weapons import channels, and the residents of these towns and villages can only daydream.

All these preferential treatment policies have an important prerequisite, that is, no one can attack German soldiers. Once anyone is found to have harmed German soldiers, the Germans will retaliate back ten times a hundred times. The elders also agreed with this point. They said that there will always be some hot-headed young people who will do some embarrassing stupid deeds, but the elders will ensure that the residents under them will be strictly controlled to prevent conflicts between the two sides as much as possible.

Now let's turn our eyes back to the station, the loud wake-up horn sounded, and the camping German troops began a new day of activities. Although this ancient post is not small in size, it obviously cannot accommodate all the German units. The infantry alone is almost half a battalion here, not to mention the armored units of Lieutenant Spalu.

The 38T tanks face the ancient commercial road in the desert, forming two arc-shaped defensive lines. The infantry camp was close to the wall of the post, and the small triangular tents in sandy yellow almost surrounded the post. There is ample water supply here. The engineers installed a gasoline motor-driven pump on the side of the ancient well. The clear spring water filled the water tanks of every water truck.

The sand on the ground floor of the post station has been cleared by the Germans. The communications team has erected a row of radio antennas on the roof, and a huge 4d flag hung against the wall. This historic building has turned into a building. German fortress.

Lieutenant Colonel Randolph changed into a black SS uniform, stood in front of the post with his hands on his hips, looked up at a team of engineers, and installed window sashes on the original window openings.

"Lieutenant Colonel, let's go in quickly, Colonel Dougen may have been waiting anxiously." Juergen reminded him, standing behind Randolph.

"Ah, yes, you can't keep the officer waiting." Randolph nodded and replied, and then pressed down the brim of the military hat.

"It's unstoppable, Lieutenant Colonel." Juergen reminded him in a low voice.

"Can't stop it?" Randolph turned his face, with a noticeable dark circle on his right eye.

Jurgen had an expression that couldn't bear to witness, and regretfully shook his head at Randolph.

"Why are you looking at me like this? It's just an accident. I accidentally hit the door frame last night." Randolph explained to the Gestapo.

"Everyone was living in a tent last night. Where did the door frame let you hit." Jurgen slandered, of course he wouldn't be so stupid to expose Randolph's botched lies.

"As expected to be the black knight next to the Führer, Colonel Daogen made such a fierce move. This must be a rumored blow to seal the eye." Looking at Colonel Daogen's record, the former Gestapo couldn't help but admire secretly.

Dougan still gave Randolph a bit of a thin face in front of outsiders. After landing, he has been holding back no seizures. However, when he rested at night, the colonel asked to live in the same tent with Randolph and get up the next day. There was a conspicuous mark on Randolph's face.

"It was a collision. You have been a secret police officer. You should be able to recognize this kind of scar." Randolph had a threat in his eyes.

"Of course, absolutely right. With my experience in handling cases for so many years, I knew it was hit on the door frame." Juergen nodded vigorously. At this time, if he dared to say nothing, , The end is definitely predictable.

"But other people may not understand this..." Randolph looked at Jurgen fiercely.

"I can testify for you... ah no, I will be responsible for explaining clearly to them." Jurgen’s cold sweat broke out. At this moment, he would rather go to torture a hundred suspects, and didn’t want to face this. A SS chief who may be ashamed at any time.

"Very well, Major Jurgen, I always think you are a very capable officer. When I see the Führer, I will mention this to him." Randolph patted hard. Ergen's arms.

"Thank you very much, Lieutenant Colonel Randolph." Jurgen was overjoyed and said ~IndoMTL.com~ If the head of state can remember his name, career prospects will no longer be a problem.

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"No thanks, shouldn't friends help each other?" Randolph said proudly: "Do you know? Major Jurgen, the Führer trusts me very much, remember that it was still in France. ..."

"Lieutenant Colonel..."

"Don't interrupt, listen to me, you must know at that time the head of state or the deputy..."

"Lieutenant Colonel..." Jurgen winked.

"Hey? Did your eyes get into the sand?" Randolph looked curiously at the SS major who was winking.

"Hi! Reinhardt!" Jurgen couldn't hold on any longer, he straightened his chest and raised his arms in salute.

"Huh?!" Randolph turned his head suspiciously, and Colonel Dougan's poker face immediately filled his vision.

"Early, early and good morning, sir!" Randolph stammered to his superior.

"You are late, come in immediately, and you, Major Jurgen." Daogen replied coldly with a raised arm, and then turned neatly and walked towards the station.

"When did the colonel come." Randolph asked quietly.

"Just when you said the Führer trusts you very much..." Jurgen replied, holding his forehead with his hand.

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