Adil is a Sheikh (Arabic tribe leader) and an Emir (Arabic commander). In addition to the administrative positions assigned by the Saudi government, he also holds a tribal armed force.

At that time, the permanent residents in Yanpu City were about 20,000. If Adil could provide enough military pay and weapons, he could even pull up a civilian armed force of more than 5,000 people. The Zhuhaina people have been active around Mecca and Medina. Among the Bedouin tribes in Saudi Arabia, they are a relatively strong tribe, so the Saudi royal family hired a large number of young and strong warriors from the tribe. From the outside, this is the Saudi family's trust in the Zhuhaina tribe. In fact, this is a disguised weakening of the Zhuhaina tribe's armed forces.

Adil's tribe is a subordinate branch of Zhu Haina. It is claimed to have two thousand tribes and seems to be strong, but 80% of them are old, weak, women and children. There are no more than four hundred truly qualified soldiers now.

This is also the reason why government officials are eager to make money. In this situation, it is no longer easy to maintain a tribe. If you want to grow and grow, you must have a lot of wealth support.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. If it were Zhu Haina thirty years ago, all the villagers were brave and brave, women and children grazed camels and sheep, men waved their horses and slashed across the desert, and even if they lived in dusty felt tents, everyone gathered together to eat dates and felt sweet.

However, the Zhu Haina tribe has been exposed to the corrupt enjoyment of too many people in the city, and the government officials are worried that if they return to the desert, these people will still be able to live like they used to.

In order to show the smugglers their noble identity and authority, Adil was wearing a brand new white headscarf, a traditional white Arabian robe, and a black robe with a gold-wire embroidered collar on the outside, covering the length of the leather boots. A wide belt with a large number of amber, rubies and coral beads were tied to the waist, and an ivory-handled Arabic dagger and a revolver with a gold-inlaid silver body were inserted into the belt.

The government official looked like a Pasha from the Ottoman Empire, standing on the steps of the mansion with great enthusiasm. His direct troops were neatly arranged in the open space in front of him, with a total of 200 elite Bedouin cavalry.

"Are you really not going to inform Riyadh?" asked Hassem, the government official's confidant.

"I have the right to deal with such a small matter myself." Adil had a selfish thought. He didn't want the royal family to know about it, so that he could embezzle all the seized materials openly.

"It would be great if they were transporting arms, but it might be harder to take action if it was a luxury product." The government official thought to himself.

"Master, your guard is ready to go." A warrior stood under the steps and reported loudly, holding a snow-white Arab war horse in his hand.

"Very good, Farug." Adil walked down the steps with a decent expression. A servant beside him had already knelt on the ground, serving the noble man on his back and riding a war horse.

"Do you know what we are going to do? Farug!" Adil rode on the snow-white Arabian horse and reached out to take the Arab scimitar handed over by Hassem.

"I know, Master, I swear that I will catch these abominable thieves for you." The warrior leader Isham Farug respectfully greeted his master's chest.

"Catching these smugglers and nailing them to the wooden stakes is the will of Abdu Aziz (Ibn Saudi Arabia)." Adil hung a scimitar on the buckle beside the saddle and took the reins of the war horse from Farug's hand.

"I will be back soon and prepare for a celebration party. Hassem, I will eat roasted whole lamb at noon!" The government official shook the horse's reins lightly, and knocked the heels of the boots to the ventral side of the war horse. The Arabian horse sniffed and began to jog in small steps.

"Don't forget to prepare the iced grape juice!" Adil smiled and waved his whip to his confidant, then rushed out of the door with one horse.

The two hundred cavalrymen all rode precious Arab horses, one of the two most cherished properties of the Bedouin people, and the other was the camels they raised.

In fact, Adil is the person who has fallen most rapidly in the tribe. The Bedouin is a nation that strictly follows traditions and advocates unity, selflessness and fairness. These moral codes are the basis for their survival in the desert with harsh conditions. Any Bedouin who violates the ancient rules will lose all honors and be despised by everyone.

The chief of the Bedouin tribe was no higher than ordinary tribes. His tent was no bigger than others, and there were as many sheep and camels as everyone else, and there was no special food and utensils. He was a recognized leader of everyone, and he led his tribes with wisdom and experience. He had no right to deal with the tribes at will, and he could not force the tribes to obey his instructions.

However, these traditions have undergone tremendous changes in the Adilian generation. With the rise of the Tsarist Russian royal family, they have brought new lifestyles and political concepts to the Bedouin people who have lived for thousands of years.

The chiefs of the tribe began to seize power like officials of the Ottoman Empire, and the tribes began to accumulate private property and no longer share the fruits of their labor with them as before. The simple desert tribes became selfish and tyrannical. Saudi doctrine gave them firm beliefs, and at the same time turned them into sharp swords pointing to the pagans. The rich rewards obtained by robbery made them fascinated by this life without any effort. The food, wealth and women they stolen made the brave warriors fall into shameless robbers.

Everything happened under the auspices and even promotions of the chiefs. Adil should take the main responsibility for the current situation of his tribe. While he was enjoying the rich and graceful food, the chief looked forward to the tribes returning to the simple days of the past, which was a fantasy.

The horse team ran along the coastal road towards Sotim Beach. Arabian horses were a symbol of speed and endurance on this land. Some horse dealers in later generations often showed results in Mongolian grassland endurance races to belittle the strength of Arabian horses. They would not tell you about the adaptation of these sensitive animals to the environment. If they were touted by those horse dealers, they would probably not be able to achieve good results in the country in the arid and hot deserts of the Arabian Peninsula.

The Arabian horse can reach more than 80 kilometers per hour, but if it is a long-distance raid, experienced riders will strictly control the horse speed. However, what Adil is worried about is that he is too late to go there, and the smugglers have escaped from his jurisdiction. He has been delayed for an hour, and there are many smugglers in the Hanzhi Mountains that have opened up routes.

"Start up, we're going to catch up with those borers!" Adil shouted loudly to Faruge beside him.

"I know, master." Faruger raised Li Enfield in his hand and rode a rifle, sending a signal of acceleration.

While the government officials of Yanbu Port were rushing to the beach with his elite cavalry, the eight-wheeled armored vehicles that were searching for the German armored reconnaissance here were also adding enough accelerator to fight towards Yanbu Port.

"There is a situation! Sir!" Private Hank, who was standing in the hatch of the loader, shouted loudly. The German army, who had advanced observation equipment, discovered the figure of the enemy in advance.

"It's a cavalry, with more than one hundred." Hank shouted into the cabin with the hatch.

"Platform leader, I found an enemy cavalry three kilometers away and was rushing towards our army along the highway." Sergeant Snar grabbed the commander's command tower and picked up his glasses and looked at it, then grabbed the Mike on the headphone line and issued an alarm to the platoon leader.

"Stop the car in full platoon!" The platoon leader's clear command came from the headphones. Snar turned around and made a stop gesture to the No. 324 Sabre-toothed Tiger behind him. The commander Sergeant Klein, who was standing on the 324 command tower, raised his hand to respond.

The six eight-wheeled armored vehicles began to slow down rapidly, and then they stopped on both sides of the road in two crosses. The SS task force behind the heavy armored vehicles was completely unprepared. If the driver had not had the skillful and quick response, it would have almost led to a series of rear-end collisions.

"Hey, what are the guys in front doing?" Fortunately, he grabbed the car door tightly, Randolph, who did not flip out from behind the windshield, asked loudly.

"What happened?" Jurgen got up from the gap between the front and back seats, covering his forehead that was hit.

"Maybe the enemy has been discovered." Captain Horn's combat experience is much richer than the previous two, so he immediately made his own judgment.

"Lieutenant Colonel, please order the troops to be alert first. I'll go ahead and take a look!" Horn put his mp40 on his back and reached out to open the car door.

"Lt., combat alert!" Randolph stood up from his seat and shouted at Lieutenant Wenzel, who was running towards the front with a Thomson submachine gun.

"As for orders, Lieutenant Colonel, combat alert!" Wenzel stood still and saluted Randolph, and then ran back faster than he had been there.

"Fighting alert!" SS soldiers passed orders to each other. The soldiers pushed barrel trucks and motorcycles to the side of the road. They used vehicles as bunkers and set up weapons to point to the thorn bushes on both sides of the road.

After a while, Horn hurried back: "They found a cavalry unit approaching us." The captain ran a little anxiously, and he swallowed and continued: "The Second Lieutenant Fitel, who was pretending to search, planned to block the cavalry on the spot. He asked if we were to participate in the battle."

Randolph's contingent was directly under the head of the head of state, mostly with the German Security Bureau, and did not have the mutual authority to join the African army. Not to mention Lieutenant Fittel, even Major Wycombe did not have the power to issue instructions to Randolph. The SS task force could operate freely on the battlefield. However, Randolph did not show his privileges everywhere as the army officers thought, but said that if necessary, the SS task force would be happy to act side by side with the army.

"Cavals? Arabs? Of course we have to participate in the battle." Randolph immediately became excited after hearing this.

"Head-to-head confrontation? It's exactly what I want. Let's talk about it, what should we do now!" Major Jurgen's mouth curled up and pulled the bolt of the mp40.

"We have no time to formulate a combat plan. We can only adapt to the situation and concentrate the machine guns first, and see that there is a natural shooting position on the other side." Captain Horn said, pointing to a naturally formed dirt ridge on the right side of the road.

"Car No. 1 and 3 go to the left, No. 2 and 4 go to the right, No. 5 and the main vehicle remain in place." Second Lieutenant Fitel stood in the machine gun tower of the armored communication vehicle, holding a telescope to monitor the target's movement.

The distance between the two sides was close to 800 meters, and the road was surrounded by flat wasteland. Apart from some low shrubs and desert thorn bushes, there was no other cover. Even if the Arab cavalry looked bad at this distance, they should have seen the Germans.

In fact, when one kilometer away, Adil had already discovered the convoy on the road, but because the distance was too far, he did not see the details of the convoy at all.

Until he approached a distance of 500 meters, Adil was still in a state of joy and joy. He raised his head and thanked the True God for sending these foreign smugglers to himself.

Like the merchant, Adil had never seen a German armored vehicle. The unique appearance of the 231 series and the desert coating successfully confuse the government officials' eyes.

Adil was only worried that the trucks didn't look very big, and he didn't know how many goods they could carry.

Just before the Germans began to attack, Adill realized that something seemed wrong, because he finally saw the machine gun turret on the roof of the armored vehicle and the two saber-toothed tigers behind pointing at his muzzle.

"It's a tank! This is a trap!" The government official was not a complete rustic bun. He saw the Vicks wheeled armored vehicle purchased by the Saudi royal family from the British in Riyadh. Later, in the conflict between Saudi Arabia and Iraq, he was fortunate to see the Vicks Mkii light tank of the British Imperial Army. The strange vehicles in front of him were obviously not the truck he thought he was aware of, but a real military combat chariot.

"Are these British or Italians? Why do they send troops to land in Saudi Arabia?" At this moment, a phrase "invasion" flashed through Adil's mind.

"Are the Western pagans finally going to attack the Holy Land? We must warn Abdu Aziz!" The government official thought of this and reached out to pull out his scimitar from the saddle.

"In the name of the true god!" Adil swung his scimitar and pointed forward.

"The god is so great!" The cavalry responded with a loud bang. They started shooting with the rifle in their hands, and while praising the gods they believed in, they charged at the German armored vehicles.

"Did you finally figure it out?" Ensign Fitel put down his telescope and picked up the microphone.

"Each chariot is free to shoot, do not let any cavalry run away." The armored lieutenant ordered.

"Three rows, did you hear it?" Fitel changed the frequency.

"We're already in place." The three rows of headphones answered loudly.

"You can start to act."

"I understand." The third row leader's answer was concise and clear.

The third platoon was equipped with eight four-wheeled armored vehicles, four were SD.kz221 armored vehicles equipped with a mg34 machine gun, and the other four were 222 models carrying a 20mm machine gun. Because of the flat terrain, the Arab cavalry only saw the four armored vehicles in the front, and had no idea that there were eight armored vehicles hidden behind them.

The three-row armored vehicles lined up two front and rear attack formations in the flat area near the sea. Each arrow consisted of four armored vehicles. These armored vehicles had enough accelerator and then rushed towards the enemy at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour.

"Fire!" The commander of the chariots issued, and the machine muzzles and muzzles of the heavy armored vehicles were sprayed with bright orange tongues of flames at the same time, splashing bullets at the Arab cavalry.

In just a few seconds of short shooting, the German armored vehicles caused the heaviest losses to Adil's elite cavalry team. Thirty Arab soldiers and their mounts overturned on the road of impact, and in order to avoid obstacles, the subsequent cavalry had to avoid both sides of the road, and the strict storm-formation was torn into two pieces.

"What a god!" The cavalry shouted loudly to encourage themselves and continued to rush forward.

These cavalry have experienced hundreds of battles and have extremely rich experience in the battlefield. They have encountered opponents equipped with machine guns and are very clear about what the outcome will be if the cavalry turns around in front of the machine gun position. At this time, if they want to survive, they can only continue to attack forward. If they are lucky enough to penetrate the enemy's defense line, then they have a 50% chance to break through the enemy's rear.

At this time, no one in the team believed that they had the possibility of winning. What kept them going on was not faith and honor, but the survival instinct of a Bedouin warrior.

The soldiers had no time to think about other issues, otherwise they would have guessed what kind of unreasonable things Lord Adil did to get into such a powerful enemy.

Until now, the Bedouin cavalry, including Adil, did not understand who the people they were fighting against were.

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