Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 191: Water torture in the desert (part 2)

Water is the source of life. I am afraid that no one can understand the meaning of this sentence better than the Bedouins. What is interesting is that these proud desert people have an unusual fear of water.

Only a few of them have learned to swim, because the living environment these people live in lacks the conditions for them to learn this skill. The same environment has also created them. The harsh living conditions have tempered the tough and tough characters of the desert people. With a little training, they can become excellent cavalry and warriors.

Fashir didn't look tough enough, at least compared to his guards, the prince was a little embarrassed. However, it is also excusable. Fasher never thought that one day he would enjoy the legendary waterboarding. Although the Arab Empire had the same punishment back then, it was not for interrogation, but for execution. Officials who disobeyed the caliph.

Prince Fasher couldn't even hold the most basic breath. When the cold spring water poured into his lungs along the respiratory tract, Fasher was almost frightened.

Captain Horn recorded the entire interrogation process in his private diary. Half a century later, these pages of the diary were the only surviving written records about the incident, and they were eventually purchased by the government of the Arab Kingdom. And keep it forever.

"I have never seen anyone struggling as fiercely as the person in front of him. After putting down the plank, he soon began to drown. I could see the churning bubbles on the water, reminiscent of a boiling teapot. Prince. His hands were firmly tied to both sides of his body, so he frantically scratched the wooden board under him with his fingers. As a result, the nail of one of his index fingers broke and turned up. In order to prevent him from harming himself, Major Jurgen ordered the prince to wear it. Put on a pair of leather gloves." Captain Horn recorded.

The German Security Administration often imposes water torture on suspects, but it is rare that the plank mangers are as active as they are now. The Gestapo torture experts usually only use an iron bucket or basin. They like to put the prisoner’s head Press under the water and wait until the target is drowned and half dead before interrogation. Only those with the strongest will can withstand this horrible torture that constantly wanders between life and death.

Prince Fashir is obviously not a tough person. Because he is the only child in the family, Fashir grew up in the doting of his parents since he was a child. Although he received Arab military education, these skills are only armed. Because of his physique, the prince did not get a strong enough heart.

So the prince quickly succumbed to this terrible punishment. He shouted hoarsely to tell the other party what he knew, whether it was palace privacy or state secrets, just asking the other party to give him a little more breathing. time.

The interrogator showed mechanical precision and coldness. Only when Fasher uttered information that interests the other party, he would delay for a minute or two, but then they would still put down the board and let The prince drank the sweet and sweet ancient spring.

"Cough cough cough...give me, cough cough cough...I...have already surrendered, you cough cough...you can ask my parents...for ransom." Coughing violently, he begged for mercy in Arabic.

"You mean mule, do you think we are kidnappers?" Juergen scolded in a slightly blunt Arabic, and then made a downward gesture.

"No, no, no! My lord, I was wrong! My lord!" Fasher screamed, and Jurgen waved his hand, and Gramlock stopped the plank.

"You are a cunning pig, Fasher, do you want to continue to deceive us? Now tell everything you know!" Jurgen abused in a very vicious language for Fashir At each other.

"But I have told you everything I know, my lord!" Fasher finally recovered, and he defended Juergen with an innocent look.

"It seems you still didn't want to understand." Jurgen knelt down as he looked at Fashir with his eyes flashing.

"What is your real mission this time, Fasher."

"I have said it countless times just now, to go to the holy city of Medina and **** the great imams back to Riyadh." Fasher said.

"It seems you are still a little thirsty." Jurgen said coldly.

"Wait, I said... grumbling." Before Fashir could finish speaking, the SS sergeant put down the plank.

"Sir, what was the last thing he shouted?" Sergeant Gramlock asked with a grin.

"Put more sugar and no milk." Juergen sat down at the edge of the interrogation table and looked at the interrogation record leisurely.

This time Jurgen waited for forty-five seconds, Fasher's legs gradually stopped pedaling, and his whole body slowly limp.

"Lift him, this time the heat should be enough." Jurgen kicked the wooden manger lightly with the toe of his boot.

"Sir, I have asked, there is really a treasure." Ten minutes later, Major Jurgen hurriedly ran into Daogen's command tent. He walked up to the colonel and reported it respectfully.

"Did the prince speak?" Daogen put down the lunch box in his hand, took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, sir, he all confessed." Juergen reported honestly.

"Sit down, Jurgen, tell me in detail what is going on." Daogen closed the lid of the waist-shaped lunch box and placed it on the side table with the tableware. .

"Thank you, Colonel, this is the truth of the matter." Jurgen sat down on a chair by the table and began to tell Dogen the story Fashir had told him.

Although there are several ancient gold mines in the Arabian Peninsula, because of the primitive production technology, the output is quite tragedy. In fact, most of the wealth in the ancient Middle East came from Lianghe, Persia, India and Southeast Asia. The gold, silver and gems produced in the East were processed by Persian craftsmen and became the beloved objects of the princes and nobles of the Arab Empire.

At the same time, because the Arab empire is on an important business channel connecting the eastern and western civilizations and trade, from the establishment of the prophet in Medina to Baghdad being contributed by the Mongolian Hulagu, the Arab empire Through trade, taxation, looting and other means, a staggering amount of wealth has been accumulated. Although there have been countless foreign invasions, looting, and colonial rule in the middle, the number of treasures left in the Arab folk is still a staggering number.

Twenty years ago, during the Ihwan Movement, areas captured by religious militias, whether in cities or villages, were organized looted. These poor and crazy nomadic tribesmen robbed all the wealth they could find without any scruples, because this was the power given to them by the true god, and what they were doing was a holy war.

Especially in the Hanzhi Kingdom at that time, because the residents generally did not believe in Wahhabi doctrine, they were robbed and purged very brutally. The Ihwan militiamen soon relied on the robbery and accumulated a large amount of wealth.

Actually, the Ihwan militia later betrayed Ibn Saud because the king did not allow them to cross the border to rob heretics in the British controlled area. The failure of the Ihwan rebels also began when they violated the doctrine and looted several sect villages. From that day on, they lost their religious legitimacy and at the same time lost the support and sympathy of the people. Tribal forces loyal to the king and British colonial forces surrounded and wiped out the desert.

In the last days, the Ihwan rebels became extremely crazy because of their despair of the situation. They burned, killed, looted, and committed no evil, completely degenerating into bandits in the desert. They captured many villages and towns loyal to the king, looted the wealth of the city, and massacred all residents who dared to resist.

When it was foreseen that failure was inevitable~IndoMTL.com~Sultan bin Bijad, one of the leaders of the rebels at the time, gathered all the treasures they had looted before and buried them quietly. In a secret treasure house in the desert.

Next, the leader led the remnants of the tribe all the way east and fled to the border of Kuwait. The chief of Sultan asked the British for asylum. This obviously wanted to learn from Ibn Saud and waited for the opportunity to make a comeback again. But the problem is that the Ihwan militia he led before had burned, killed, looted and committed extremely serious crimes in the British controlled area. Therefore, the British had long reached an agreement with Ibn Saud and promised not to shelter any of them. Chief Yihwan.

As a result, Sultan and several other rebel leaders who wanted to go with him were seized by the British authorities and extradited to the Saudi government. Sultan and his associates were detained by Ibn Saud in Riyadh, nine months later. One after another died in the heavily guarded prison.

No one knows what happened to the chief in the last days, but what is certain right now is that he told Ibn Saud where the treasure was buried.

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