Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 338: Julian (Part 1)
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The end of the Gobi wasteland is almost invisible. There is a rush of moisture in the air in the early morning, and the faint morning mist is close to the ground, moving slowly with the breeze on the dry gravel ground.
The delicate saddle decorated with tortoiseshell pieces and mother-of-pearl was now covered with a layer of crystal dew. Julian stretched out his hand and wiped the clear water droplets with his fingers, then put it in his mouth and sucked.
The taste of "Splash" was obviously completely different from what he had imagined. The Frenchman turned his face to the sand and spit out.
Julie settled down, wiped his face with both hands, and then lifted the wool felt covering his body and got up.
He twisted his sore and stiff waist, waved his arms a few times to flex his muscles and bones, then turned and looked east, and the Frenchman was once again fascinated by the magnificent scene before him.
He had never seen the sunrise on the desert Gobi before, and every experience always made him feel shocked. At this time, the whole East was burning in a fiery red light, and the bright red sunrise slowly rose from the horizon. The golden light pierced the Xiawu and illuminated the entire desert Gobi.
At first glance, the vast gray-yellow wasteland became bright and clear. Against the backdrop of the rising sun, Julian could vaguely distinguish a series of low hills on the horizon.
Looking up, the hillside not far away is dotted with dots of shrubs, most of which are drought-tolerant plants such as sand wattle and camel thorn. Once upon a time, this area was full of olive trees planted by the Romans. , But after a thousand years, the prosperity and glory of that year have all turned into dust with that empire. There is no eternal empire in the world. The ancient ruins that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland are praising this fact to the world all the time.
The guide Abdul had already woken up, and at this time he was kneeling on the exquisite blanket of worship with his apprentice Basaimu, praying in the direction of Mecca, the Holy Land.
"Really a devout believer." Julian shook his head disapprovingly. He turned around and bent down to pick up his saddle bag, and pulled out his tobacco packet from inside.
The Frenchman walked over to the bonfire that was boiling water, tore a piece of paper from his notebook, and started rolling his first cigarette of the day.
"Good morning, Mr. Julian, may God bless you." After Abdul finished his morning class, he returned to the campfire and greeted his benefactor respectfully.
"Good morning, and may God bless you, Abdul." Julian has finished smoking his cigarette and is using an aluminum lunch box to warm up the remaining coffee from last night.
"Today we have to walk a long way. If the road goes well, we can spend the night in the Matatlan Oasis." Abdul made tea with boiling water, and then put the pottery pots with the grain porridge On the fire, this strange-tasting multigrain porridge is the staple food of these two Arab mentors. They seem to eat almost nothing except this stuff.
"We will have to walk a few days to pass through this wasteland." Julian wrapped the hot handle of the lunch box with a handkerchief and carefully poured the coffee into the cup.
"It will take another five days. There is an Italian patrol on the border road. We can only sneak past the small road." Abdul stirred the porridge in the jar with a long-handled wooden spoon.
"How about going around from the south?"
"Then you are committing suicide, but there is the Sahara Desert. Without adequate preparation and the best guide, no one would dare to cross that dead place."
"Aren't you a good guide? Abdul." Julian opened the knife and began to cut the hard dry bread.
"I am indeed an excellent guide, but if I face the Sahara, I am obviously not good enough." Abdul stirred the porridge, took out a wooden bowl, and sprinkled a little salt in it. , Then used a wooden spoon to scoop a bowl full of chowder porridge, and handed it to the boy who had been waiting aside.
"Be careful, it's hot." Abdul said in the local dialect, patting the boy on the back.
"No more sausages? I remember I still have some in my backpack." Julian put the bread on the lid of the lunch box, got up and walked towards the luggage bag stacked next to the sleeping blanket.
"This person is a bit strange." Basaimu held his wooden bowl, looked at Julian's back, and whispered to his master.
"What did you find?" Abdul touched the boy's head affectionately.
"I don't know how to say it, I always feel he is weird, I don't like this person at all." After Bassamu finished speaking, he took a small wooden spoon, took a mouthful of warm cereal porridge and put it in his mouth .
"God will give you peace, Basaimu. I can feel this man's heart is full of fear. I don't know what he is afraid of. Maybe it is the same as those of his who like to cause trouble. Trouble. Don’t worry too much about this, Basaimu, we only need to send him to Alam, and the rest will have nothing to do with us.” Abdul picked up his wooden bowl and filled himself with a bowl of rice. The porridge was seriously eaten bit by bit.
This pair of masters and apprentices met Julian in the small northern city of Hamay. At that time, they just finished the rest. The money they earned in the last job, except for the part left at home, and the purchase of necessary supplies, At this time there was not much left, the master and apprentice could only return to the trade market outside the city to start soliciting business.
The pair of masters and apprentices are Moroccans, they can speak all the dialects of North Africa proficiently, and they are also familiar with the customs of various ethnic groups in this land. What's more valuable is that Abdul is also literate and able to write and count. In addition to leading the way, he has also developed the skills to survive in the wild. He is considered a rare all-round talent in this industry.
He used to serve some European travel explorers, so he can speak some simple French and Italian, so he has always been praised and respected by those foreign travelers.
But there was a war in Europe some time ago. It is said that France was defeated, and the situation became a little unstable during that time. There are rumors that the Italians were preparing to attack the French colonies and a series of towns along the border with Libya. , The rumors spread all over the place and were shocked overnight.
Under that situation, the source of customers from Europe was of course cut off without any surprises. Abdul could only start to lead some commercial camel teams, relying on helping others smuggle to maintain his daily livelihood.
This Julian appeared in front of Abdul at this time. He claimed to be a traveler from France. This time he wanted to appreciate the wonderful scenery of the North African continent, and he chatted with Abdul. After the sentence, he immediately decided to hire this reliable Moroccan guide.
Julian declared that he was going to the Libyan city of Zuwara, but France and Italy were still at war~IndoMTL.com~ He was worried that he would not be able to cross the border, so he asked Abdul what he could do. Abdul said immediately that he knew some trails that crossed the border, but the road had to pass through some deserted Gobi, which might take a while.
As a result, the French agreed to Abdul’s plan without saying a word. At the same time, he generously paid a deposit to allow Abdul to purchase everything he needed on the road. Abdul's experience is very rich, and everything is ready soon. Two days ago, they took the three-humped camels and five Arabian horses, carrying the supplies they needed, and left the city of Hamai, following the road opened by the smugglers, heading towards the border of Libya.
Abdul only promised to send Julian across the border to the small village of Alam on the other side of Libya. The rest of the journey is much simpler, where Julian can take long distances in Italy with a little money. The car goes to Zuwara.
Speaking of, Abdul had doubts about Julian’s identity from the beginning. This Frenchman claimed to be a professional traveler, but he didn’t understand any common sense of field travel. He should have seen some traveller Brochures, but that's all.
The baggage that this man carried with him was obviously too little. Except for a backpack, he didn't have any other expedition equipment. Even the current lunch box for boiling water was bought by Abdul in the market for him.
At the same time, this man carries a large amount of cash with him, and he is generous and generous. Fortunately, Abdul is a devout believer and has no evil intentions. If he is replaced by those locals, he will expose his money without hesitation. , Mr. Julian may not survive the first night after departure, just like those reckless travelers in the past, becoming a miserable corpse to be eaten by wild animals.