Lieutenant General Weirle sat behind his desk reviewing documents. As the chief staff officer of the head of state military adjutant's office, the lieutenant general's work was not easy. He had been sitting at this table for a morning, and there were still a thick stack of documents waiting for him to review.

This military fortress from the Austro-Hungarian Empire era was built in very exquisitely. Each room and corridor was covered with moisture-proof wooden floors. The bedrooms and offices of senior officers were also covered with exquisitely patterned wool carpets. Although it took more than ten years, the color was still very bright.

Suddenly, a uniform sound of footsteps sounded in the quiet corridor outside the door, and then the sound came to an abrupt end outside the door, and then the crisp sound of boot heels hitting the guards in front of the door came. Weirle hurriedly stood up from behind the table and stood at the office door with his chest raised to the attention. The door opened, and the head of state in a black armored soldier dress strode into the room with his hands behind his back.

"Hi! Reinhart!" Weirler raised his arms and saluted.

"Good afternoon, Weils." The head of state raised the marshal's hand and gave a brief salute.

"Diesenhofen, go and open the window." Xu Jun took off the black soft combat hat of the armored soldiers and handed it to Diesenhofen.

"My Head, what are you wearing?" Weirle asked in confusion.

"I decided to go to the Winsdorf Armored Forces School next week and give New Year's speeches to the freshmen recruited this year. I think if the students see me wearing this uniform, they will definitely be very happy." Xu Jun walked to the sofa by the window, bent down and sat down.

Diesenhofenra pushed open the shutters outwards, and the bright afternoon sun shone on the young and handsome face of the adjutant.

"Have you read it? Weiller, Randolph's report is very interesting." Xu Jun took out a cigar from his pocket and said with a smile to Weiller who was sitting on the sofa opposite.

"I've seen it, my head of state is really amazing. Lieutenant Colonel Randolph actually has this kind of writing style." Weirle pulled the hem of his uniform and adjusted his sitting position.

"This shouldn't be written by him. I'm familiar with Randolph's style." Xu Jun drew a long cigar match and lit the cigar.

"But now I want to talk about not his writing style, but what I said in the report. I have been thinking about it for a whole morning and now I really want to hear your opinion." The head of the empire vomited a cigarette.

"This is a challenge and an opportunity, my head of state." Weirle's face was filled with a secret smile.

"I'm the same as you think. For the Third Reich, this is indeed an excellent opportunity. However, I don't think this can be considered a challenge." Xu Jun also laughed.

"The problems within Egypt are actually not as dangerous as ordinary people think. As long as the king still stands on the British side, any rebellion will not be successful. Although this king is an incompetent playboy, he is still supported by a large number of people among the Egyptian people. Thank you, Eric." Weirle took a cup of green tea from Diesenhofen.

"But social unrest and chaos are inevitable. The only remaining mobile force in the Middle East in Britain will definitely be restrained by the riots in Egypt." Xu Jun took a cigar.

"This is the opportunity Saudi Arabia wants to find. As long as the British respond, they can win the target in one fell swoop. After losing the Hashem family piece, the British Empire will lose control of the Arab world. Unless the UK is preparing to go to full war with Saudi Arabia for this, they can only pinch their noses and swallow the sour fruit." Weirler took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his lips.

"Saudi has misjudged the situation in Europe. They may think that we will carry out a comprehensive liquidation of Britain as the Allies did after the end of the last war." Xu Jun dusted the cigar ashes on his cuffs.

"He might think we would disarm Britain's local forces and divide British colonies around the world. Interestingly, when they find that the situation is different from their imagination, they not only did not retreat, but instead accelerated their preparations." Weirle's glasses reflected a cold light.

"They thought that Germany's power was restrained in Europe and would not extend to the distant Middle East for a while, especially in the Balkans and Italy, wars broke out one after another." Xu Jun put the cigar on the ashtray and picked up the Ming Dynasty colored porcelain teacup in front of him.

"This is the result of intelligence aberration. This group of herders in the desert do not understand what modern intelligence work is. Their understanding of the world is still in the 1930s. They are even using the intelligence collection method of the 18th century to inquire about news from the passing caravans and hajj believers." Xu Jun blew the tea stalk on the liquid and took a sip of tea.

"My head of state, the British, seemed to have also noticed the dangerous atmosphere on the peninsula. The Eye of Odin discovered that the British Mediterranean War Zone Command was quietly gathering a powerful army combat force in Egypt. I believe that the British's target was Saudi Arabia." Weirle said.

"It is obvious that their plan has been leaked. As far as I know, there are many people in the Egyptian army who sympathize with the Waffle Party. This force will not only not deter Saudi Arabia, but will instead force the other party to launch an attack early before the troops assemble," Xu Jun said and shook his head with a sneer.

"I believe the British will ask us for help soon. If things really develop as we said, with the troops deployed by Britain in Egypt, it would be difficult to deal with this bad situation." The head of state of empire gently placed the antique teacup in his hand on the table.

"The Eye of Odin is stepping up intelligence gathering activities in the Arabian Peninsula. It turns out that as long as the benefits are given enough, these herders are quite easy to buy." Weirle said and raised his eyebrows.

"Saudi Arabia is not a single piece. They have not had time to prepare for the lifestyle of nomadic tribes for hundreds of years. The herders are still loyal to their beliefs and the chiefs of their tribes, and not everyone is willing to be loyal to their kings. This is the first time that the Third Reich has demonstrated its power in the Middle East. We must let these guys riding camels in the desert know what the price will be paid to provoke the dignity of Germany." Xu Jun turned his head and glanced out the window. The sky was as bright as the sun, and a majestic goshawk was slowly hovering.

Perhaps the only head of state in Europe is the most familiar with Saudi Arabia. The Saudi royal family has risen again with close ties with the Wahhabi sect, and the control of this country is mainly based on the religious power he shoulders, rather than the secular royal power that is usually familiar to Europeans.

The country is still in a tribal alliance at this time. The king is just the most powerful tribal chief in the country. He nominally ruled a group of tribes of all sizes, including those who support the Saudi family, and of course, there are also staunch opponents.

In the 1920s, several civil wars broke out in Saudi Arabia in order to suppress the rebellion initiated by opposition tribes. In the end, Abdu Aziz (Ibn Saudi Arabia), who had British support, successfully suppressed the rebellion, but he was unable to eliminate all the opponents in the country. The tribe still retained its original customs and only respected the king's status in law and religion. They would pay tributes and taxes to the king. The tribe's internal affairs were still decided by their respective chiefs, living a traditional nomadic life within their respective designated spheres of influence, and living a free and easy life.

Historically, Ibn Saudi Arabia could only rely on marriage to consolidate the relationship between the royal family and tribes. He married more than 300 brides in his life in formal or informal ways, and still retained forty-one wives and fifty-two sons before his death. This alone is enough to be called the "heroic" master of the Middle East.

The Ikhwan movement he launched created a large number of fanatical religious believers in the tribe. Ibn Saudi Arabia made them believe that launching jihad to heretics and pagans is the natural mission of a Wahhabi. The Ikhwan warriors fought bravely and fearlessly, and built a huge territory for the Saudi family. It can be said that Saudi Arabia was able to establish a country and relied on these fanatical jihad believers.

But when Ibn Saudi Arabia took the throne of the king, the great minister discovered that the Ikhwan movement was leaving his control. He finally discovered that this turned out to be a sharp double-edged sword that could be used to kill enemies and also hurt himself.

A king can no longer consider issues with the thinking of a religious leader. He must abide by the rules of the game between countries and cannot do whatever he wants as he wants in his own territory. Saudi Arabia uses the religious power in his hands and issues sects. From then on, only he has the power to initiate jihad, and no one is allowed to mobilize the Ikhwan troops privately.

But in fact, the Ikh Hallows are only loyal to their respective tribes and obey Saudi commands on the battlefield, just to obey his religious authority. During the battle against the Arabian Peninsula for Ibnsha, these Ikhwans have tasted the sweetness of the jihad. They can dispose of the lives and property they judged as "fallen" or "pagans" at will.

All the soldiers of Ikhwan came from desert nomadic tribes. They hated the city residents who lived comfortably and were willing to enjoy themselves from the bottom of their hearts. In order to vent their anger, they would even break all the windows of a city and burn off the beautifully decorated doors, because the Wahhabi doctrine advocated a simple life, and the luxury of life was a manifestation of spiritual degeneration.

Although Ibn Saudi Arabia made many efforts, it eventually lost control of the Ikhwan movement. The tribal chiefs who opposed Abdu Aziz led their Ikhwan troops to attack the towns in the British controlled area. They attacked police checkpoints on the border, slaughtered police officers on duty at the checkpoints, and robbed and destroyed villages of other sects. These Ikhwan troops burned, killed, looted and committed all the evil deeds, and in fact they had turned into a group of desert robbers dressed in jihadist cloaks.

In order to calm the anger of the British government and to safeguard its king's authority, Ibn Saudi Arabia raised a butcher knife to these Ikhwan soldiers who had lost control, and the tribal army that was loyal to the king, and even joined forces with the British army to encircle the rebellious Ikhwan army in the desert.

Saudi Arabia broke the sharpest sword in his hand, because he found that the sword was too sharp enough to threaten his throne and power. In the process of handling this matter, he had a clear mind and decisive attitude, showing an extremely shrewd kingly demeanor.

But this time, the shrewd king made an extremely wrong decision. Because he lacked understanding of the international situation, he did not know that his actions were actually challenging the entire Western world. What he was about to face was not just the declining Britain, but the new overlord of Europe and the powerful Third Reich of Germany.

Just as Saudi Arabia was quietly preparing for its military journey, a huge fleet of transport ships had left the port of Libya and rushed towards Alexandria, carrying the latest German Army's rapid response troops, the German African Legion commanded by Army General Qusiral.

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