The Bulldog started to slow down from a distance and stopped in front of Captain Dietretz. A strong man holding a half-piece of cigar poked his head out from the side of the passenger seat: "Hello William, I heard you caught a big fish today."

"You're late, Heinrich." The captain said to the side of the cab.

"Good noon, Captain Dietretz." The driver with a baby face poked his head out from the strong man's shoulder and greeted him.

"Good noon, Private Cole." Dietretz smiled at the young Private Cole.

"Don't stop here, drive the car to the side of the road first, and stop there." Dietretz guided the bulldog, and the truck slowly drove off the shoulder of the road.

"We're here, we're all getting out of the car." After the truck stopped, the strong man patted the partition behind the cab with force, then opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"How many people did you bring?" Dietretz pulled out the cigarette box from his pocket.

"All, the whole group." The strong man smiled and raised his thumbs up, revealing his snow-white and shining teeth.

Heinrich Wenzel's SS, former second lieutenant of the German Welfare Army, once commanded a German combat engineer platoon. Six years ago, Wenzel suddenly retired from the army and was immediately absorbed into the General Security Administration and became the commander of a special intelligence handling team. He was once trained in Brandenburg, where he learned guerrilla and street fighting tactics. He was an expert in close combat, especially at handling various and non-standard explosives. As for why this lieutenant retired from the Welfare Army, the truth may only be known by his superiors.

"Come! Hurry!" A series of urgent commands urged, agile figures jumped out of the carriage, and then quickly ran to the lieutenant to arrange them in a row.

"[Grey Sword Team] Everyone arrived, Captain Dietrez." Wenzel walked to the front of the team, turned around and raised his arms to salute Dietrez.

"Hi! Reinhart!" the team members shouted in unison.

"Hi! Reinhart!" Dietretz raised his chest and raised his arms to salute.

"Time is tight now, and I won't say anything else. You should already know this task on the way. Now I will tell you what I have to do." Dietretz was unambiguous. He took a reed stalk and sketched on the ground.

"This is where we are now, this is the road, and the village we are targeting is here." Dietretz squatted on the mud, and the fully armed SS soldiers formed a circle around them.

"That's the case, do you have any questions?" Dietretz raised his head and asked.

"The situation in the yard is unknown now, we don't know the structure of the house, and we don't know whether there are cellars or secret rooms inside." A corporal shook his head and said, touching his chin.

"We have encountered this situation before. Remember that time in Albania?" a blond man with the rank of sergeant chief retorted.

"Sergeant Heinz is right, that situation was worse than it is now."

"We still have too little information now."

"Do you want to know the specific number of people? Just count the bodies afterwards."

"The target is the fat man in the photo."

"Will there be a bonus to catch him?"

"Watch what I do, how could I know, you should ask the lieutenant."

"Okay, it seems that you have nothing else to ask, so now I will assign the job." Lieutenant Wenzel clapped his hands and calmed down the discussions of his subordinates.

"Hans, Hoffman, Weil, you three are responsible for being on the periphery and not letting any target escape." The lieutenant ordered.

"As for orders, sir." The three team members stood attentively and saluted.

"Scott, Daniel, Woodman, you three are responsible for the cover."

"No problem, Lieutenant."

"Gremrock, Swopp, Slag, you three follow me to attack head-on."

"I understand, lieutenant"

"Keal, stay to guard the vehicles and equipment." Wenzel turned to look at Kole.

"As for orders, sir." The young senior soldier quickly stood at attention.

"Very good. Now I'll give you two minutes to check each other's equipment and start acting in two minutes. Who are we?" The lieutenant raised his chest.

"We are the gray sword, we are the blade of the empire!" Everyone shouted in a low voice.

"The other party is just some Bedouin people, so it should not be difficult to deal with." Dietretz stepped forward and said to Wenzel.

"I remember I told you that the most important thing about William Gray Swords team being able to survive until now is that we never underestimate the strength of the enemy." Wenzel pulled out the Browning powerful pistol from the holster, twitched the sleeve and loaded it, and then closed the gun neatly.

"Cleaning the hidden whistles around you first and try not to alarm the target as much as possible." Dietretz reminded.

"We are experts in this regard. Do you want to go in with me?" Wenzel asked with a smile.

"Aren't you afraid that I will drag your actions?"

"I don't know your skills yet. One more person means more strength. By the way, why didn't you see Merkel?"

"I asked him to guard the village entrance, and he can participate in the vigilance of the periphery later."

"He is the second best shooter I've ever seen, that's it." Wenzel extended his hand to Dietretz.

"This is not right. Asimum, we shouldn't stay here." Hamid inserted the Arab dagger back into his waist.

"What are you afraid of? Hamid." Asimu pulled open the scones and put them on a plate, and used a dagger to pick a piece of lamb from the bones of the lamb.

"That Egyptian merchant will definitely report it." Hamid said with a frown.

"So what, those Egyptian policemen are both greedy and stupid. When they come, we just need to hide in the cellar. They can't find the body and will leave soon." Asimu said as he put the bread into his mouth.

"We should have chased and killed him at that time." Hamid complained.

"Who would have thought that guy would run so fast?" Asimu swallowed the cake, picked up the water cup and took a sip of tea.

"Hudson has contacted us. The boat that picks up us will not arrive tonight at the fastest time. We can only wait here now. I heard that the Germans are looking for Hudson everywhere. Taking a boat is the safest way to leave now. Don't worry, Hamid, after getting on the boat tonight, we will be safe. You will be able to get home soon and meet your beloved Saikonaer." Asimu put down the teacup, picked up the dagger and wiped it on the cuff, and inserted it back into the scabbard at his waist.

"I'll go and see Mansour and the others. You keep staying here. Hudson cannot trust this guy. You must keep a close eye on him and catch him." Asimu picked up the Lee Enfield rifle leaning against the wall and threw it at Hamid.

"Remember, keep a close eye." Asimu pointed his finger at his eyes.

"I will keep an eye on it. You'd better come back soon. I've had an ominous premonition since just now." Hamidra opened the bolt and looked at the bullets in the bullet bay.

"Allah will bless us, Hamid." Asimu stroked his chest slightly, then turned and walked down the stairs.

"I can only hope that Allah will bless you." Hamid put his rifle on his shoulder, grabbed the crossbar of the wooden ladder and began to climb up the roof.

Hamid is not a coward. He is also a loud hero in the tribe. He is skilled in swords and horses, and his marksmanship is superb. Otherwise, Asimu would not have brought him out this time. However, Hamid's way of thinking about problems has always been pessimistic, and he is also superstitious. When encountering problems, he is very easy to get into a stubborn horn. He is a very good hunter. He can shoot gerbils running within ten meters with a rifle. This is a very flexible and agile little animal. He escapes as fast as lightning.

Hamid sat cross-legged on the flat roof, leaning against the low windshield wall, holding Li Enfield rifle in his arms, and his eyes were vigilantly scanning the situation on the street below. The sun had slowly moved to the west. After a few hours, they were able to leave this ghost place. Hamid didn't even want to stay here for a minute. Since a stranger in front of him wandered around the village, he had always felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

Hamid leaned his head and looked at the yard ahead. The wooden staircase behind him suddenly began to creak. It seemed that Asimu was back.

"Is it okay over Mansour?" Hamid asked.

"Yeah." The answer was a bit dull.

"That guy is still on the second floor and sleeps like a head." As soon as he said this, a big hand suddenly covered Hamid's mouth from behind.

"Woooooooooooo!" The Bedouin wanted to struggle in panic, but then a cold dagger penetrated into his heart from behind.

Hamid straightened one leg hard, and then he fell limp. A SS soldier wearing a sandy yellow combat uniform and a black beret slowly pulled out the dagger from his body, wiped the blood on the opponent's back, and then gently inserted the dagger back into the scabbard tied to the side of his thigh.

He picked up the Li Enfield rifle that fell to the ground and carefully poked his head out from behind the low wall to look around. The same thing was happening on the roof opposite. When the companion on the opposite side saw the colleague here, he immediately raised a fist to signal to the friendly forces.

"The surrounding secret whistles have been cleared. The two were shot dead and captured alive. There was one more secret whistle than the captain expected. Alas? Some of us were injured." Gramrock held the telescope and whispered to Wenzel.

"What a hell!" Wenzel hit his thigh hard.

"It's Daniel. His arm was injured. It didn't look very serious. This guy was still making faces at me." Kremrogue turned to look at the lieutenant with a laugh and cry.

"This idiot, go back and clean him up." Wenzel tightened his gloves' wrist buckle and picked up his mp40 submachine gun.

"It's our turn to act." Wenzel looked back at Dietretz, and the other party nodded with affirmation.

Five SS members rushed across the street and rushed towards the courtyard.

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