After the sun came out, the temperature in the Gobi Desert began to rise rapidly, the blue sky was as clear as cloudless, and the scorching sun mercilessly steamed and sunbathed the barren land.

Abdul and Basaimu began to pack up their camping items, just as he told Julian that they had a lot of roads to go today, so time seemed extremely precious.

They only have this time in the morning to move forward. After noon, this land is no longer suitable for biological activities. Unless it is absolutely necessary or sufficiently prepared, even smuggling merchants will not choose to rush in the afternoon. Allah will punish those fools who ignore the laws of the Gobi Desert.

They must arrive at the scheduled resting place before noon, and then rest there and camp until the sun is about to set. If the night is bright, they can walk until midnight and finally arrive at the reserved desert oasis for camping.

Abdul is an experienced guide who knows all the water sources and suitable camping locations on this route, and how to allocate time to travel.

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

The soil and climate here are very suitable for the cultivation of olives and grapes, so this place once became the most important overseas territory and tourist destination for the rich. The Romans ruled this land for six hundred years, and the magnificent remains of the great empire can be found everywhere here.

However, all this has now become a thing of the past. The once gorgeous and elegant temple hall has now become a shelter for Papa Al Papa.

The Gobi Desert looks lifeless, but in fact, the richest toxic species in the world are preserved here. Ignorant travelers will be attacked by various snakes, insects, and poisonous ants if they are not careful. A small bite may kill people within a few hours.

Julian followed Abdul's warning and tapped the surface with a wooden stick a few times before picking up the horse blanket to avoid any unfriendly things hiding inside. It was not until he found that there was nothing unusual that he picked up the wool blanket and covered the back of the beautiful Arabian horse.

This is a four-year-old mare with beautiful chestnut fur, carefully constructed horse mane scattered on its elegant neck, and a pair of bright and clear brown eyes shining with spiritual light. Julian bought her from a Nice Mart dealer for only fifty pounds, thinking she had taken a huge advantage. In fact, most of these old horses have changed several owners, and it is difficult to sell any good prices on the market.

Julian liked his new mount very much, but he also understood that once he left North Africa, he would not have the energy or conditions to raise such a good horse, so he had made an agreement with Abdul that when he arrived at the destination, he would 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 next home for this beautiful animal.

When camping at night, you must remove the camel frames and saddles from all livestock, so that horses and camels can get better rest. Although the whole process seems a bit trivial and troublesome, these details can often affect the success or failure of the whole thing.

Julian picked up the beautifully decorated Arabian saddle and placed it firmly on the horse blanket. Then he bent down and fixed the cowhide belly belt on the horse with the help of Basaimu. He tightened the belt on the chest strap and buckled the brass lock. Julian gently patted Rita's shoulder muscles. He was very satisfied with his craft.

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

Julian turned over and sat on the horse's back while tidying up the Arabian turban on her head, then nodded to her guide.

"Dumi" Basaimu led the other camel and called out a clamor. The Moroccan child ran to the front with the lead. The tall dromedary hunch carried a camel stand full of supplies, and hummed and took big steps to follow closely. The small camel fleet left the camping site and embarked on a new journey in the scorching sun.

But what Julian and his party didn't know was that almost half an hour after they left, a group of uninvited guests stepped into their campsite last night.

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

"Search around and don't miss every inch of land." The speaker was an army officer, also wearing a sandy yellow army tropical uniform, with sleeves rolled high to his elbows.

"As for orders, second lieutenant." The non-commissioned officer made a salute, and then began to arrange for his subordinates to divide the work.

"Entrepreneur Hanster, they haven't been gone for long. If we speed up the marching, we can catch up with them before noon." French Army Lieutenant Loire squatted beside the fire, reached out and carefully tested the temperature of the ashes.

"You should be glad they used tea instead of urinating, Lieutenant." Hanster teased with a smile.

"The order I got was to monitor and confirm that the target entered Libya safely. Before we get further orders from our superiors, we must keep a distance from the target to prevent being discovered by this cunning mouse." The German second lieutenant took off his helmet with a sand-colored helmet and stroked the brown hair on his forehead.

"What is this person's identity? Is it necessary to send so many of us to follow him?" The French second lieutenant stood up and asked with a depressed look on his face.

"When it comes to state secrets, our level is the only one who obeys the orders." Second Lieutenant Hanster put on his helmet and took out the cigarette box from his pocket.

"I would like to thank you for your strong cooperation this time. Lieutenant Loire. After this operation is over, can I invite you to have a few drinks in the city?" Hanster opened the cigarette box and raised his hand to Lieutenant France.

"Thank you, that's really great. I know that the brandy made by the owner of a restaurant is also very good." Loire took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and put it in his mouth, then took out a lighter from his pocket.

"It is still three or four days from here to the border. At the current speed, it will not exceed five days at most. By then, our mission will be completed." Hanster gathered on the flames of Loire's hand-held lighter and lit the cigarette.

"Report to the second lieutenant, all searched, there was no abnormality, the target only left some food residue and wrapping paper." The sergeant ran over and reported.

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

"Miscottri well, also called Loire Springs" Hanster turned his face and looked at the French captain.

"What are you watching me? This is not my name." The French second lieutenant said it had nothing to do with him.

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

"We can go around from the west to front them and rest in Sharik Oasis, and if nothing unexpected happens, they will follow this road to Matatram, which is the safest overnight stay around."

Second Lieutenant 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 channel here. France is not unaware that these Arabs are smuggling wantonly, but it involves a lot of interest disputes. In order to maintain the stability of the colony, he often has to choose to ignore these issues.

"Very good, just do what you said, sergeant, order the entire army to gather, and we set out to Sharik immediately." Hanster gave the order loudly.

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

In addition to understanding the surrounding terrain, the French can also avoid a lot of trouble during the mission operation because they are familiar with local customs and languages.

Although Hanster was just a second lieutenant, he had rich combat experience. He used to fight on the French front as the assault squad leader of the armed SS. When the SS First Armored Division was disbanded, 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 what the superior's plan is, but I believe that the task in front of me is very important to the empire." Hanster said to Loire with his mount, holding the reins.

"I don't know where you are confident. Although I hope this is the case, Lieutenant, no matter how you look at the target, he doesn't look like an important person." Loire put down his white hat's necklace and tidied up the curtain behind the hat.

"Believe me, you can't be wrong. This mouse must be much more important than we imagined, otherwise they wouldn't send me to take charge of this work." Hanster took the whip handed over by the sergeant, gently knocked the brim of the hat, and then activated his mount to advance.

"All keep up!" Loire drank to the foreign cavalry behind him.

The foreign legion cavalry in the tan uniform, led by the sergeant, followed their lieutenant to start running forward on the flat Gobi wasteland.

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