Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 392: Chasing

The Moroccan brewed the black tea that he drank in the afternoon, and then began to simmer the weird-tasting grain porridge on the campfire. His apprentice Basaimu cleaned the tableware in the waterhole and was squatting quietly. Waiting for the meal.

After Julian tasted this kind of food once, he completely lost interest in it. On the way, the French insisted on using hard bread and smoked lamb belly.

At this time, no one was aware of it, and the danger was quickly approaching them.

The bandit group is very good at seizing the opportunity to attack. This group of people are professional criminals, knowing that in the harsh environment of the Sahara, any slight mistake may kill themselves.

Now we are facing only three travelers, among them the elderly and underage children, no matter the quality or quantity, it is impossible to cause them much trouble. But these people still didn't take it lightly. They still divided the horse team into two groups before approaching the oasis in accordance with the tactics of the past. One group made a frontal raid, and the other group copied from the side with the purpose of blocking the opponent's retreat.

At this time, the rapid sound of horseshoes and the rolled up dust finally caught the attention of the campers. Abdul and Julian stood up and put their hands on the pergola and looked into the distance.

"It's not good, it's a robber." Abdul has a lot of experience and can recognize these uninvited guests at a glance.

"Get on the horse, don't take care of your luggage. These people are evil demons and never leave a living." Abdul lifted up his robe and started running towards the mount tied under the date palm tree.

"Basaimu, take the gun." Julian threw a Bethier leaning on the tent to the Moroccan boy, then rushed into the tent and put his bag on the back.

"Get on the horse, or it will be too late." Abdul had already mounted his horse and ran to the tent with the remaining horses.

"The things in it are more precious than my life." Julian rushed out of the tent carrying a satchel and carrying another Bethier in his hand, took the rein that Abdul had handed over, and flew up. His Arabian mount.

"They have more manpower than us, and some people will definitely block our retreat, so we can only rush to the south now. If God grants mercy, we should be able to break out a way out."

Abdul's legs knocked on his horse's belly, and the strong hind limbs of that beautiful grey-spotted Arabian horse slammed on the ground, and slammed out like an off-string arrow. Julian did not dare to neglect, and immediately urged his mount Rita, followed by the Moroccan guide, and galloped towards the endless desert to the south.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...) The horse's head, while yelling threateningly, hurriedly chased after the three targets.

Mahneid stared sullenly at the rushing target ahead, but in his heart he blamed himself for making a mistake in his judgment. These fat sheep are not as easy targets as imagined. Some of them must have been seen before. Veteran.

He really should wait until the gang approaches the oasis before ordering an assault, but no matter how much he regrets now, it won't help.

My previously unknown hunch is true. Hearing Bashir's words to initiate this raid may have been a mistake from the beginning.

The few people in front of them threw away all their luggage without hesitation. Obviously, what Bashir said about the treasure full of two camels is nothing but a mere illusion.

For the mice in front of them, they have killed a whole group of Italian soldiers. Once things are revealed, the Italians will retaliate at all costs.

They don't even need to dispatch troops at all. They only need to come up with a considerable amount of bounty. I believe that there will be countless people in the entire North African continent who are willing to take their own lives.

Mehanid had made up his mind at this time that he must eliminate all the eloquence after the event, even at all costs, to minimize the possibility of exposure.

Bashir is definitely not allowed to stay. Someone must have seen him with those Italians. Once the Italian initiates an investigation, the most likely to be exposed is this incompetent undercover. He doesn’t believe this. A coward of a lie can still keep his mouth shut after being tortured.

And these mice in front may be the key figures in the whole thing, but Mahanad has no interest in exploring the root cause at this moment. The bandit leader just wants to end this boring chase quickly, and then bring With his subordinates leaving this place as soon as possible, he believed that he would never return here for at least one or two years.

Mahneid has excellent riding skills and is also an excellent shooter. At this moment, he is leaning forward slightly, his legs are tightly clamped to the belly of the horse, one hand is holding the rein, and one hand is steady and flat. With his Lebel 1885/93r35 rifle.

This rifle is one of the many improved models of Lebel 1885. The total length of the truncated rifle is less than one meter. It is very suitable for cavalry to use on the horse. The output of this model is not very high, because the range and accuracy of There is a gap between the standard models, so they are only allocated to second-line troops and North African colonial troops.

Mahneid obtained this weapon from a colonial policeman who was killed. He grew up in a French barracks and prefers French weapons, and the main scope of his activities is in the French colonies. It is easier to get these weapons in France. A bullet with a special caliber.

I heard that Arab bandits on the other side of the Sahara like to be equipped with German Mauser carbine for the same reason as him. A bunch of chiefs over there are extremely partial to German-made weapons, and even have their own personal suppliers, so it is very easy to obtain ammunition of the same caliber locally.

Mahneid carefully aimed at the final goal, which was the foreigner wearing an Arab robe. Although this man was wearing a turban, the obvious difference in riding movements and posture was obvious at a glance. He is not a native.

Shooting on a bumpy horse is a great test of the shooter’s skills. Mehnand can’t guarantee that he will hit every shot, which is a bit higher than others, but it’s enough to make him in this barren land. Settle yourself up.

Mahneid squeezed the trigger lightly, and with the clear sound of gunfire, the bandits who followed him raised their weapons and shot randomly at the target.

At this time, it’s time to show off your personal character. Shooting at the speeding horses, ordinary bandits can barely make a rough aim. As for the hit, it depends on personal luck. If you are lucky, Maybe you will get one or two bullets.

Obviously this time, Goddess of Luck did not stand on the side of the bandits. After a round of gunfire, they didn’t even hurt the opponent’s hair. Even their boss missed the target, and the bullet went far away from the target. , A cloud of sand was stirred up on the dry Gobi.

This is an embarrassing thing that this bandit group has never encountered since the formation of the bandit group. The thieves cursed angrily, fiercely pulled the bolt in their hands, and filled the gun with the next bullet.

Julian knew from Abdul at this time why they had to escape instead of staying and negotiating with the bandits. If they are a large-scale caravan with some armed guards with them, then maybe they can still rely on negotiation to solve the problem. The purpose of the sand thief gang is mainly to seek money. At the same time, their scale is mostly limited and cannot stand too much. The loss, so when encountering some hard bones, under normal circumstances, they will choose to negotiate with the caravan and collect some goods and coins as the other party’s money.

However, when encountering a small number of business travelers, the faces of these people are completely different. When encountering this kind of target, robbers rarely stay alive, because the colonial authorities generally will not launch an investigation unless the victim himself reports the crime. of. So every year, many inexperienced smugglers disappear on the wasteland. The goods they carry may appear in the market hundreds of miles away, but you will never find the original owners of these goods.

Julian can clearly hear the howling of bullets flying overhead, like a giant moth flapping its wings in the ear, and the bullets passing by the side will make a sharp sizzling sound. If Your eyes are good enough that you can even see a little smoke and dust when the bullet hits the ground.

It’s not Julian’s habit of being beaten in this way. He has also participated in the army and received professional training in the use of weapons. Although in the shooting assessment, the instructor gave him bad marksmanship. But at this time, he can no longer tolerate these problems.

The Frenchman pulled the bolt on the gun, then straightened up, turned and shot at the bandits behind him.

The chasing soldiers lined up in a dense formation at this time. The French did not aim at all, but just based on feeling, pulled the trigger at the bandit. He didn't have the expectation that he could hit any target, but hoped to use this method to stop the pursuit of soldiers, so that the two sides can re-open some distance.

Julian's only advantage now is that their horses are better than those of these bandits, and the load is much lighter than that of the other party, and they are in sufficient physical strength. If they can maintain the current situation , After a while, the distance between the two sides will definitely be slowly opened.

At that time ~IndoMTL.com~ There are not many choices in front of the sand pirates. Either continue to chase at the risk of losing horses, or simply give up the target and stop to rest. Under normal circumstances, sand pirates will make the first A choice, at that time Julian and the others were truly out of danger.

The rifle in the Frenchman's hand rang. What he didn't expect was that a sand thief in the back row fell off his horse, and the body rolled and slammed heavily on the sand.

This way, the French can hit the target. The French couldn't help lowering his head in surprise and looked at the rifle in his hand.

The sand pirates seem to be completely unaware that they have lost a companion. It is also possible that these people have been accustomed to life and death, and they have long been psychologically prepared. Anyway, the French shooting did not affect their chase rhythm at all. , And soon they picked up their rifles for a second round of shooting.

This round of platoon guns finally got some gains. They successfully knocked over a spare horse following Basaimu. The poor animal didn’t even have time to scream and fell to the ground. In the dust.

There was a burst of cheers from the sand bandits. They cursed the escaping mice loudly, and at the same time pushed the bullets up again.

Julian didn't have time to be frustrated with the loss just now. He reloaded a bullet, turned around and shot at the sand bandits again.

Obviously no luck this time. The bullet did not know where it went. As a result, it attracted a round of scolding and ridicule from the sand pirates. Julian found that the situation had become a little bad at this time. The distance between the two sides was still As they continue to zoom in, the bandits may not be able to escape in the next round of shooting.

Just as Julian once again pulled the bolt to push the bullet and reloaded it, there was another intensive row of gunfire behind him. The Frenchman held the rifle and closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the final moment to come.