Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 188: Secret (Part 1)
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A room has been cleared on the second floor of the post station. As a temporary office for the commander, the furnishings in the room are extremely simple. There is a long folding table in the middle of the room, and two German-style metal file cabinets stand in the corner. A small wooden writing desk is placed against the wall with two field phones and leather briefcases on it.
The original carved window pane of the room has been lost. The engineers temporarily nailed two thin curtains to the window frame to shield the blazing sun and the dust flying in the wind.
Doogen walked to the folding table, took off his military cap and placed it on the table.
"Sit down." The SS colonel said, pointing to the two folding chairs placed at the table.
"Thank you sir." Randolph and Jurgen quickly pulled out their chairs and sat down.
"This is a telegram that I just received in the morning." Daogen tapped a telegram on the table with his finger, and then pushed the piece of paper in front of Randolph.
Randolph reached out and picked up the telegram, looked up at the colonel, and then lowered his head to read.
"How is the progress on your side, Major Jurgen." Daogen turned his attention to the former Gestapo.
"Unlike the prince, these two captives are quite stubborn. They are both devout religious believers. I need to spend some time to pry open their mouths." Juergen was very respectful. This SS colonel holds in his hands privileges that ordinary people cannot imagine.
Daugen had shown the warrant of the head of state to Jurgen. As long as Daugen was willing, he could mobilize any German troops deployed in the Middle East. Even General Küchelel could not stop it.
"I can only give you six hours, Major Jurgen." Daogen sat down in a chair.
"Sir, this time is a little tight, I can only do my best." Jurgen frowned.
"It's not an effort, but we must get the information we need, Major." Daogen picked up the military kettle on the table and shook it gently.
"Why are you so anxious, Colonel Dougen, can you tell me the reason?" Juergen asked suspiciously.
"Because the prime minister is here, Jurgen." Randolph replied with a telegram shaking his hand.
"You mean the head of state? The head of the Great German Empire?! He is coming here? This desert station?!" Juergen was shocked by the news.
"Of course, any head of state would do this." Randolph admired his face.
"There is nothing fuss about the Führer coming to the front line to inspect. He often did this in the French campaign. Nothing can stop him. Even in the rain, the Führer is still calm." Daogen also looked respectful. .
"For the rise of the German Empire, the head of state has no concern for our own personal safety, so we people must shoulder the arduous mission of ensuring the safety of the head of state at all costs." The SS Colonel's tone was decisive.
"That's why you keep mobilizing troops here, Colonel." Jurgen suddenly realized.
"The defensive strength here is still not enough. The Führer's trip was very hasty this time and he failed to bring all the guards and flag teams." Daogen unscrewed the lid of the kettle.
"Colonel, the Führer came here in a hurry, was it for the things that Prince Fasher and us found?" Juergen leaned forward and asked in a low voice.
"Major, this is not a question you can guess." Daogen reminded him with a serious expression.
"I see, Colonel Dougen." Jurgen hurriedly bowed in greeting.
"Okay, you can go to work. There is not much time left for you." Dawn waved his hand, indicating that the major may leave.
"Also, what you hear in this room, don't spread it out."
"Yes, Colonel Dougen. Hi! Reinhardt!" Juergen stood up and bowed his arms, then strode out of the room.
This temporary office did not even have a door at this time, and two SS soldiers stood outside with guns.
"It looks like I'm going to do a good job this time." Jurgen twisted his stiff neck, a cold chill in his eyes.
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Abdul's wish was ultimately not realized. He failed to fight to death like a Bedouin warrior, but was captured alive by a powerful enemy.
On the way of retreating, the Arab ban army ran into the British paratroopers on the way. This is a **** battle with short-arms. The strength of the two sides is very different. Although the Forbidden Army has lost a lot in the previous battle, its strength still exceeds the opponent's twice.
But the end of the battle was beyond Abdul’s expectations. Although the number of British paratroopers was small, they had amazing firepower. In addition to three standard Bren light machine guns, they were also equipped with six American-made guns. Thomson, and all are powerful versions with a hundred drums.
The automatic firepower of the paratroopers is like a steel broom, no grass will be left wherever they go. After a fierce exchange of fire for just half a minute, the Arab slave ban army was defeated in one fell swoop. The surviving black slave soldiers abandoned their weapons and ammunition, abandoned their allegiance to their masters, and began to run away with two long legs.
The corpses were everywhere on the battlefield, and the wounded were clutching their wounds and howling desperately. The air was filled with the stench of blood and internal organs. Looking at this scene like an abattoir, Prince Fasher lost the ability to continue fighting. Courage and hope.
At this moment, there are only two loyal Bedouin guards left by the prince, one of which is the leader of the guard, Abdul Hussein. Their mounts had been killed by British snipers during the battle. If it weren’t for the shooters to find that these people’s clothes were different and they looked like big fishes, it might not have been the heads of the three Arabian horses that were blown up. .
"Surrender, Abdul, there is no value in dying like this. I can ask the family to pay the ransom for us." Fasher drew out the Arab machete from his waist and threw it on the sand.
This is the tradition followed by the desert people. The defeated can pay a ransom to the opponent to redeem their freedom and life. In the battle between the desert tribes, unless there are feuds and blood debts between each other, the captured enemies will rarely be slaughtered. The rich can pay a ransom, and those without money will be sold into slaves to compensate the victors for their losses. The slave trade of the Arabs was very prosperous. Until the 21st century, the Arab world still kept the tradition of slavery secretly.
For the first time in his life, Abdul violated his master's wishes. He didn't want to bear the shame of being captured by the enemy, so he drew the scimitar from his waist and rushed towards the paratrooper. But this time he made a mistake again. The opponent is not a rookie who is not good at fighting, but an elite army that has received strict training. Abdul failed to deal with two rounds, and hit the opponent's **** on his head. The Bedouin warrior immediately fell into a coma and was already in the enemy's barracks when he woke up.
At this time, in addition to the trio of Fasher captured by the paratroopers, the German armored platoon that went to intercept also brought back five imperial slaves who ran away~IndoMTL.com~The corpses of German infantry from the post station Three wounded guard knights were found there, as well as a dozen Arab servants who were forced to surrender to German tanks.
Interestingly, there was an Arab soldier named Merzug who was one of the few slaves of Arab descent in the Forbidden Army.
Merzug was originally a warrior of a small tribe in Iraq. In an encounter with desert thieves, Malzug was unfortunately taken prisoner, and his tribal comrades fought later. Was beheaded to death. Merzug was sold to slave traders by horse thieves. Because of his skill and martial arts, he was sold to the Saudi royal family and became a slave guard directly under the king.
This strong slave warrior has always been loyal in the Forbidden Army, so he was quickly promoted to Captain of Ten, but no one could have imagined that this slave soldier had a secret in his heart, and he was always looking for it. Opportunity, I want to escape back to my hometown to reunite with my wife and children.
Merzug was the only Guard soldier who voluntarily surrendered to the German army. He confessed to the German army everything he knew, about why the prince appeared here, and the mysterious mission of this army.
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