Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 391: Sand Pirates
On the land of North Africa, what looks like a map of the Gobi wasteland, actually hides large and small rock platforms and natural rift valleys.
Along the southern border of Libya and Tunisia, there is a large area of low hills and rocks. These products of tens of thousands of years of geological movement stand on the deserted Gobi desert and become a natural barrier between the two African countries. .
Between these rocky mountains, there are some secret passages, some are rift valleys formed by natural weathering and collapse, and some are ancient river channels thousands of years ago. Before the development of air reconnaissance, these roads were completely unknown to the world. Only the elders of the nearby nomadic tribes knew the existence of these secret roads. They were regarded as the secrets of the clan and could only be spoken by the masters, fathers and sons. According to legend, one cannot resort to words, nor can it be drawn into a map. However, after the greedy European colonists carve up the land, the original tribes were either driven to live elsewhere, or disappeared into the depths of the long yellow sand. The ancient rules have lost their binding force, and more and more people have learned of the existence of these roads, creating a batch of successful smugglers.
The goods smuggled at these borders are diverse. Most of them are commodities that the colonists pay heavy taxes or prohibit private transactions, from gem raw materials to precious metals, from weapons and ammunition to various ancient anesthetics, and expensive spices. Silk and ivory products, in addition to some of these things were supplied to European colonists, more of them went to nomadic tribes of various sizes.
The most popular among the smuggled goods are the enchanting Persian female slaves and Arab dancers. At that time, the most prosperous mainland in North Africa was still the slave trade. Although European colonists legally forbid this kind of transaction, how many people can really resist the temptation of money and the corrosion of female sex? These Arab profiteers are known to be good at making needles and using every means.
Huge profits also contain huge risks. The only law on this wasteland far away from civilization is the strong food of the weak. With the prosperity of the smuggling industry, an equally ancient industry has also prospered, Alibaba and the Forty Thieves The story of this is played out several times a week in this land.
And under normal circumstances, the Forty Thieves often win. Alibaba can still save a life if lucky, but most of the time it will disappear on this land along with the precious goods it carries.
In order to protect themselves, both smuggling caravans and ordinary travelers began to arm themselves. After the end of the European war, cheap and high-quality European weapons have become quite popular commodities. A large number of European arms dealers with military backgrounds rushed here to sell their accumulated obsolete goods.
"Although it is a model that has been eliminated by the French Army, the rifling is very new, and the gun is not worn out. It is a good weapon." Julian sat in the shade of the date palm, wiping Abdul The Bethier mle1907 rifle obtained from the black market.
A piece of felt cloth was spread out in front of him, on which the disassembled parts of the bolt action were arranged neatly.
"A weapon is like a woman. Whatever you treat her, she will return to you. As long as you insist on careful maintenance every day, there will be no malfunction when you use it. The sand and dust in this place are too strong, so you must Wipe carefully, so that the life of the weapon will be longer." Julian put the firing pin back into the gun, and showed the curious Basaimu how to align the bamboo shoots.
"I have this." Basaimu patted the holster on his waist. There is a British Weber pistol. In Julian's opinion, this kind of large military reel may be for this child. Some are too big.
"It's a good gun. I can teach you how to maintain it." Julian didn't want to hit the child's self-confidence. Besides, it doesn't matter what weapons the child likes to use.
Although the Loire Springs is called spring water, it is actually a very rare water pool in the desert. The area is not very large, but it has a water surface of 20 to 30 square meters. Less than 500 meters on one side of the water pool is a towering cliff wall. Perhaps this is the reason why this water pool has existed until now. The cliff blocks most of the dust storm and hot wind from the direction of the desert.
This was once part of an ancient river. Millions of years ago, it was a lush tropical rain forest. Countless ancient species thrived here. Years of running water cut a solid rock foundation, which changes over time. The sea has turned into a mulberry field, and the riverbed of that year has now become a valley deeply embedded in the rocks for the passage of countless caravans of travelers passing by.
Various tropical plants grow by the water pool. The most abundant is the famous date palm tree in North Africa. Many people confuse it with palm trees, but it is understandable because they are also plants of the same family. The symbol of the German African Legion in history should be exactly a date palm tree. After all, this kind of plant with obvious characteristics can be seen everywhere in North Africa.
Abdul set up a simple tent on the side away from the bushes. There is a firepit built with stones by other travelers beside the pool, and there are some dead branches that can be used as fuel. Horse dung.
I want to ask what is most lacking in the Gobi. Except for water, which is fuel that can be used for heating, I am afraid that there are not a few trees in this area for dozens of miles. Generally, travelers will collect livestock manure as fuel. .
Abdul lighted a bonfire and began to boil water. Under the scorching sun, the gray smoke from the fire didn't look very obvious in the vicinity, but it could be seen clearly on the cliffs in the distance. To a gray-white plume of smoke towering high in the blue sky.
At this moment, on the distant rocky mountain, a pair of eagle-like eyes are staring at the small oasis under the tightly wrapped Arab turban.
"Are you sure that this is what we are looking for? A man plus an old man, and a little underage boy? I warn you Bashir, this time we took a big risk. I found that you are deceiving me, God is here, and I swear that I will dig out your heart and liver with my own hands." Mahanad lifted his face towel and said coldly to the man kneeling in front of him.
"Honorable Mahanad, the sword of God, how dare I deceive you? This is the news that I finally heard from the Italian nobleman. There is absolutely no mistake. These few They are smugglers disguised as tourists. They carry a group of jewels obtained by Moroccan pirates and prepare to sell the stolen goods in Tripoli. So these Italian talents will enter the Gobi, and they want to intercept these precious treasures in the middle." You bowed his head respectfully, stroked his chest with his right hand, and expressed his innocence and innocence to the powerful bandit leader.
"It was Bashir who brought them to your territory personally, and it was also the poison in the meals I gave them. If things are revealed, I am also the prisoner the Italians want to arrest the most. I risk more Everyone here is going to be big, why would I make fun of my future and life, dear Mahanad." Bashir raised his face with an aggrieved expression.
"Well, if your information is correct, then I, Mahanad, will never be stingy with people of merit. You will get what you deserve, and I will give you another 10% As a reward." Mehanide still had a gloomy face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, which was already a very kind smile before his men.
The Arab bandits present, including Bashir, totaled 27 people. This is already considered a medium-sized group among the many desert bandits active on the border between Tunisia and Libya.
The leader Selder Hashim Mahanad was once the heir of a Papal tribe. Like a standard Arab dogblood drama, the young Mahanad became a victim of the tribal power struggle. After being deprived of his own status and property, Mehanad was expelled from his tribe, and since then, he has wandered on the streets and became an abominable refugee.
At that time, he was only twelve years old, and he was active near the French residential area with a group of beggars of the same age. It was there that he was lucky enough to meet an old sergeant of the French Foreign Legion. At that time, the sergeant just wanted to find a personal servant, and felt that the young Papar was very interested, so he took him in and took him into the barracks of the French Foreign Corps.
Mahneid grew up to the age of seventeen in the foreign corps and learned proficient combat skills from foreign veterans. After the veteran sergeant returned from the army, one day the young Mahanad secretly left the barracks with two rifles, and started his **** and murderous life. He first returned to the tribe where he was born and killed all the relatives and tribal elders who had participated in the frame of his own back then. This is because he was using the correct method to make a break with his past.
In the following days, he became a lone horse thief. He has been active in the wasteland on the border between Libya and Tunisia. Because of his outstanding marksmanship and proficient in various combat skills, he has never been caught by the authorities, but from time to time. The Tunisian police, who can organize arrests, suffer a few big losses, and for a while become a legendary figure full of limelight.
From that time on, he realized that his personal abilities were limited after all, so he began to recruit his subordinates and formed a desert gang that only took orders from him.
The Bashir in front of me is a new member who has only recently joined the gang. This person’s job is to serve as the gang’s eyeliner in Libya. He works as a waiter in a hotel in the border town, where he chooses fat sheep for the gang. By the way Purchasing some necessities for everyone and also responsible for selling stolen goods
This is a very lucrative position. It took Bashir a lot of time to gain the trust of Mahanad. At the same time, it took a lot of hardship to pass the test of the gangsters~IndoMTL.com ~ Boss, if Bashir's information is indeed correct, then the few people below can't stay alive. "The third leader of the gang, Farhad, reminded him quietly.
"I always feel that something is wrong. Like the last time, I have an unspecified premonition." Mehanide frowned and stroked the ivory knife handle on his waist.
"The time in Benjalar? Do you think this was also a trap?" Fahad asked.
"I don’t know, those Italians are all dead. I didn’t find anything related to Bahir’s incident from their luggage. They are more like they came out to perform some military mission, no It's like a private action he said." Mehneid stroked the carefully trimmed beard on his chin.
"Bashir is lying?"
"I still can't tell. The Italian nobleman who led the team has disappeared. Maybe he brought important documents with him."
"Would you like to go back and search again? Just leave two people staring at these fat sheep. They can't get anywhere anyway." Farhad suggested.
"No, that nobleman has been poisoned and must have died in which corner. We don’t have the time and energy to search that area. Now we have to choose to believe in Bashir and close the deal as soon as possible. After that, I went to Morocco to hide for a while.” Mehanad made up his mind, which means that there will be no more changes.
The leader of Sand Pirate buttoned his face towel again, walked to the bottom of his men and pulled out the saber around his waist and raised it high, then nodded silently.
Everyone leaned over and stroked their chests to greet the leader, and then turned and stepped on their respective mounts. During the whole process, no one spoke. The silent bandits drove the small Arabian horses proficiently along the rugged mountain roads. The oasis underfoot galloped away.