Battle of the Third Reich Chapter 395: Julian (Part 2)

The scorching sun steamed the Sahara Gobi mercilessly, and the gravel and sand were scorched hot. The hot air on the surface even distorted the light, reflecting a shimmering mirage in people's eyes.

Under a lonely rocky hill, Julian and his Moroccan guide hid in the shadow of the rock, discussing how to go next.

When the cavalry team appeared, they knew that they should be saved. Although they could not see the identity of the latecomer, this kind of direct fight without saying anything was obviously related to the band of bandits chasing them. No small resentment. However, Julian and the others did not slow down their speed and the latter round, instead they rushed harder.

Who knows if there is another group of bandits coming from behind? Black and black things are very common in the Sahara. Anyway, they will never stop the Malays until they have confirmed that they are safe.

As a result, the three of them ran for almost ten kilometers in one breath, until they found that the horses were really not able to support them, so they found a shady place to stop and rest.

Now the three people have lost all their luggage and supplies except for the four horses and some debris in the saddlebags. In this deserted Gobi, let alone rushing, even survival has happened. problem.

They only have three bags of clean water left, which was filled in advance by the diligent Basaimu while resting in the Loire Springs. This little fresh water is only enough for them to support for two days. The problem is that they also bring four horses. These strong animals must drink a lot of fresh water every day.

Horses are different from camels. They consume several times the amount of water each day. With their powerful maneuverability in ancient times, cavalry can be mobilized in the shortest possible time to the place where the use of force is most needed. They are regarded by the rulers. The most effective tool to rule a vast territory. Therefore, most of the roads in the desert radiate around water sources, and some important water sources will be heavily guarded, because controlling water sources in such places is more effective than controlling the roads themselves.

Before the emergence of mechanical vehicles, water sources have always been a key factor restricting the scale of commerce in desert areas. Therefore, every time a new water source was discovered in the past, the discoverer would try its best to keep the secret, because it was tantamount to discovering a path of wealth paved with gold. I don’t know how many merchants would get this information at all costs.

At this time, Abdul’s opinion is to return to the Loire Springs as soon as the weather is still early. If you are lucky, you will be able to retrieve some of the lost luggage. Those desert bandits like valuables. , Is not very interested in their bulky and cheap travel supplies.

But the two camels should not be able to be kept, the bandits may still take some food, but these losses are currently acceptable. Now that the dates are ripening, they will not face the crisis of starvation for the time being. .

Another important issue is that they didn’t bring out any extra clothes except for the daytime travel clothes they wore. This jacket alone could not withstand the cold night in the desert. The temperature difference between day and night here is even as high as more than forty degrees. The scorching heat of the day becomes bitterly cold at night. In some seasons, the temperature of the Gobi at night can even drop to sub-zero.

Abdul specifically stated that whether they can find their luggage or not, they should return to the Loire Springs. The horses consume a lot of water and must replenish the previously lost water and physical strength. If they lose their mounts, they will not May walk out of this Gobi alive.

Julian was a little frustrated. He knew that Abdul’s opinion was correct. In such a harsh environment, he must listen to the words of these professionals. He has an important mission, in a sense It is said that his life no longer belongs to him personally. In order to complete the task, he must find ways to save his life.

What frustrated him was that this journey was obviously unable to continue. He could not rush to the original meeting point within the scheduled time, which might have some influence on the superior plan. He could not tolerate his failure the first time he performed the mission, the reason was only because he encountered a group of desert bandits.

What the French did not expect was that Abdul’s words gave him hope again. The Moroccan told him that there is no need to turn around and return. If they lose their food and luggage, they can rush to the nearest neighborhood. It’s almost a day’s journey from the Loire Springs in the villages and towns, and you should be able to hold on with a bite.

As long as there is no accident, they can purchase a new batch of supplies when they return to the town. If they spare no effort to drive on, they should be able to reach their destination within the originally scheduled time.

Abdul’s words were like a heart booster, which invigorated Julian’s depressed mood again. At this moment, the French felt that he could not stay in this place for even a minute. He urged the two mentors Get on your horse immediately, return to the Loire Springs as soon as possible, and then have a good rest. As a result, the Moroccan dragged on for almost half an hour, and waited until he felt that the horse had recovered some strength before embarking on the path of return.

They walked back following the traces of their escape, and soon came to the **** battlefield. The bandits’ weapons, ammunition and personal belongings were taken away, leaving only the bandits and the dead horse corpses lying on the Gobi Desert and leaving them exposed to the sun. Only a few tens of minutes later, large singe bubbles have appeared on the skin of some corpses, and the color has become quite unappetizing.

"The situation here is a bit strange. The later group of people are probably not robbers. Although these people were searched, their clothes and boots are still there, and the horses’ harnesses have not been stripped away. This is absolutely Not the style of the desert bandit. It's more like..." Abdul turned to look at Julian. "It's more like the style of a colonial army."

"You mean those people are the army?" Julian asked in surprise.

"I’ve seen similar scenes before. The army doesn’t need these insignificant trophies. Sometimes they deliberately don’t bury the corpses of robbers, but just throw them on the Gobi and let them rot into piles of bones. This method intimidates other desert bandits. To be honest, sometimes it works, because if the corpses are exposed in this way, the souls of these people will not be able to climb to heaven." Abdul frowned and said, obviously what he did to the army There are some opinions.

Julian felt that this was a bit too much at first. It really didn’t seem to be something a civilized army would do, but then he thought, what does this have to do with him, these bandits lying on the ground, I originally wanted to kill myself, and these people must have already covered their hands with the blood of innocent people. I shouldn't give such people a little sympathy. In his opinion, this method of treatment is very appropriate. This group of **** villains should rot on the ground like this.

And the question now is not about these dead bodies, but those who are alive. Now that the bandits have been wiped out, where are the troops now?

"Did they also go to the Loire Springs. From the map, there is only this large water source in the surrounding area. Don't forget that their horses also urgently need drinking water."

"Mr. Julian, your idea is correct. Judging from the footprints, the direction they are going is the Loire Springs." Abdul looked down at the traces of the cavalry on the ground.

"What should I do then." Julian asked with a stiff expression.

"It should be the Border Patrol. They usually rarely go deep here. Perhaps their original target was this group of bandits. They tracked down here, but they happened to save our lives. From the footprints, there are at least three Ten people~IndoMTL.com~ is a big force." Abdul untied the turban covering his nose and mouth, knotted a water bag from the saddle, and raised his head to take a sip.

"If it is the army, there is no big problem. We are law-abiding travellers and were attacked by bandits. I will try to persuade them to return our luggage in the Loire camp. Most of the patrols It is black and Papar, and the leaders are basically French officers. If you are willing to negotiate with Mr. Julian, there will be no problem." Abdul passed the water bag to Basaimu.

"I don’t want to show my face yet, Abdul, I can’t show up in front of them, so everything is up to you. Abdul, if the matter is resolved smoothly, then at the destination, I will On the original reward, I will give you 50% more as a reward." After Julian finished speaking, he reached out and pressed the satchel behind his waist.

"I see, Mr. Julian, anyone can get into trouble these years, I can understand. Since you are so generous, I will thank you in advance. You can go to the foot of the mountain and wait. , After I negotiate with the other party, I will come back to round with you no matter whether it succeeds or not. If it really doesn't work, don't we have a backup plan before." Abdul replied with a smile.

"Then do what you said, I will wait for you at the foot of the mountain, and may God bless you." Julian's jaw slightly.

"Thank you, Mr. Julian, may God grant you peace. Waiting for us, everything will go well." Abdul leaned slightly, and then drove the mount to gallop towards the Loire Fountain.