Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 339: Julian (middle)

After the sun came out, the temperature on the Gobi began to rise rapidly, the blue sky was like a cloudless sky, and the hot sun was ruthlessly steaming this barren land.

Abdul and Basaimu began to pack up the camping items. As he told Julian, they have a lot to go today, so time seems extremely precious.

They can only use this time in the morning to move forward. After noon, the land is no longer suitable for biological activities. Unless they have a last resort or are well prepared, even smugglers will not choose to drive in the afternoon, God Will punish those stupid people who ignore the laws of Gobi.

They must arrive at the predetermined resting place before noon, then rest and camp there, and then set off when the sun is about to set in the evening. If the night is bright, they can go until midnight and finally reach the predetermined desert oasis to rest Camping.

Abdul is an experienced guide. He knows all the water sources and suitable camping sites on this route, and he also knows how to allocate time on the way.

North Africa is not a barren land full of yellow sand and dry bones as ordinary people imagine. In fact, there is a large area of ​​land suitable for human living. Not only is there a lot of tropical vegetation growing, but there are also many wild animals that thrive here.

The soil and climate here are very suitable for the cultivation of olives and grapes, so it was once the most important overseas territory of the Roman Empire and a tourist destination for the rich. The Romans ruled this land for 600 years, and it was everywhere. Can find the magnificent remains of that great empire.

But all this is now a thing of the past. The once magnificent and elegant temple buildings have now become a shelter for the Papar shepherds.

The Gobi seems to be lifeless. In fact, it retains the richest population of poisonous organisms in the world. Ignorant travelers will be attacked by a variety of snakes, insects, poisonous ants and bites. All could kill people within a few hours.

Julian followed Abdul's warning and tapped a wooden stick on the surface before picking up the horse blanket to avoid any unfriendly things hiding inside. He didn't pick up this woolen blanket until he found nothing unusual, and put it on the back of the beautiful Arabian horse.

This is a four-year-old mare with a beautiful chestnut fur, carefully constructed horsemane draped around the elegant neck, and a pair of bright, clear brown eyes gleaming spiritually. Julian bought her from a Tunisian horse dealer for only fifty pounds, thinking that she had taken a huge advantage. In fact, this kind of young horse has already changed several owners, it is difficult to sell a good price in the market.

Julian likes his new mount very much, but he also understands that once he leaves North Africa, he has no energy and conditions to raise such a good horse, so he has made an agreement with Abdul and waited. After the destination, he will give "Rita" this horse to the other party. Julian said that if Abdul could not raise it himself, he would also ask him to find a good home for this beautiful animal.

When camping at night, it is necessary to remove the camel racks and saddles from all the animals, so that the horses and camels can get a better rest. Although the whole process seems a bit trivial and troublesome, often these details can affect the whole The success and failure of this event.

Julian picked up the beautifully decorated Arabian saddle and placed it firmly on the horse blanket, then bent down and fixed the cowhide girth of the horse's belly with the help of Basai. Tightening the belt of the chest strap and buckling the brass lock, Julian gently patted Rita's shoulder muscle. He was very satisfied with his craft.

"Are you all ready, Mr. Julian." Abdul rode on his horse, holding the reins of a camel in his hand.

Julian stepped on the stirrups, turned over and sat on the horseback, raised his hand to tidy up the Arabian turban on his head, and then nodded to his guide.

"Beep..." Basaimu took the other camel, and made a call to drive away. The Moroccan child ran ahead, the tall dromedary carrying a camel rack full of supplies, humming and striding to follow closely. This little camel team left the camp site and embarked on a new journey under the scorching sun.

What Julian's group didn't know was that just after they left for almost half an hour, a group of uninvited guests stepped into their camp last night.

"They were right." A German sergeant in a sandy tropical uniform picked up a hand-rolled cigarette **** from the extinguished fire.

"Search the surrounding area and don't miss every inch of land." The person speaking was an army officer, also wearing a sandy army tropical uniform, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Yes, second lieutenant." The sergeant stood up and saluted, and then began to arrange the division of labor among his men.

"Second Lieutenant Hanst, they have not been gone for long. If we speed up the march, we can catch up with them before noon." Ensign Loire of the French Army squatted by the fire, reaching out his hand and carefully testing the ashes. temperature.

"You should be grateful that they extinguished the fire with tea instead of pee, Lieutenant." Hanster joked with a smile.

"The order I got is to monitor and confirm that the target enters Libya safely. Before we get further orders from the superior, we must maintain a distance from the target to prevent being discovered by this cunning mouse." The German ensign took off and took it off. Wearing a sand-colored helmet, stroked the brown hair on his forehead.

"What is the identity of this person? Is it necessary to send so many of us to follow?" The French ensign stood up and asked with a depressed look.

"When it comes to state secrets, we only obey orders obediently." Lieutenant Hanst buttoned his helmet and took out the cigarette case from his pocket.

"I also want to thank you for your great cooperation this time, Lieutenant Loire. After this operation is over, can I invite you to have a few drinks in the city." Hanst opened the cigarette case and raised his hand to France. second lieutenant.

"Thank you, that's great. I know of a restaurant where the owner makes his own brandy. The dishes taste very good." Loire pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette box and held it in his mouth, then removed it from his pocket Took out a lighter inside.

"There are still three or four days to go from here to the border. According to the current speed of the target, it will not exceed five days at most. By then our mission will be completed." Hanst Cou held his hand in Loire The cigarette was lit on the flame of the lighter.

"Report to the second lieutenant, all searched, there is no abnormal situation, the target only left some food residue and wrapping paper." The sergeant ran over to report.

"From here, the next possible resting place is..." Hanst took out his notebook from his chest pocket.

"Miscotrie Well, also known as the Loire Springs..." Hanst turned his face to look at the French captain.

"What are you looking at me doing, this is not my name." The French ensign said that it has nothing to do with him.

"They should stay there until noon. We can't wait here, maybe..." Hanster opened the map bag around his waist and took out a map from it.

"We can go around in front of them from the west and rest in the Shalik Oasis. If nothing happens, they will follow this road to Matatlan, which is the safest overnight place around."

Ensign Loire is very familiar with the surrounding terrain. As a grassroots officer of the foreign legion, he has served here for five years and knows every secret smuggling passage here. France is not unaware that these Arabs wantonly smuggling ~IndoMTL.com~ are really involved in a lot of conflicts of interest. In order to maintain the stability of the colony, they often choose to ignore these issues.

"Very well, just do what you said, sergeant, order all the troops to assemble, and we will set off for Sharik immediately." Hanster gave the order loudly.

This platoon-level force is all composed of cavalry, more than 60% are Germans, and the rest are all local soldiers from the French Foreign Corps.

Because they are familiar with the local customs and language, they can avoid a lot of troubles during mission operations.

Hanst is only a second lieutenant, but he has rich combat experience. He used to be the commander of the Waffen-SS assault team on the front lines in France. When the first armored division of the SS was dismantled, he was selected by the army for his outstanding performance on the battlefield. After passing the examination and review, he became a member of the German Wehrmacht.

"I don't know exactly what the superior's plan is, but I believe that the task ahead is very important to the Empire." Hanster mounted his mount and said to Loire with the rein of his horse.

"I don't know where your self-confidence comes from, although I hope so, Ensign, but the target doesn't look like an important person." Loire put down his white barrel cap and arranged his hat. The curtain behind.

"Trust me, it can't be wrong. This mouse must be more important than we thought, otherwise they would not send me to take charge of this work." Hanster took the whip handed by the sergeant and knocked gently He knocked the brim of his hat, and then urged his mount forward.

"Keep up all!" Loire drank to the foreign cavalry behind him.

The foreign army cavalry in tawny uniforms, under the leadership of the sergeant chief, followed by their ensign, began to dash forward on the flat Gobi wasteland.