"Let's listen to these words. The tracks crushed the thorns of the desert, and the tanks roared and moved forward rapidly. Nothing could stop this force. We are the glorious African army." The loader Hoffman held his small notebook and read the lyrics he had just come up with at Sergeant Rem.

"It sounds good, I have to write a good song for this." Rem encouraged the young loader.

"After the war, you should go to college, Hoffman," Lieutenant Sparu said in the in-car telephone.

"It's true, sir, this kid is a genius." Sergeant Rem nodded in agreement.

"He might be a writer or something." The always taciturn driver also joined in the jokes about his comrades.

At this moment, the indicator light on the car radio began to jump rhythmically, and Rem covered his headphones and identified the received signal.

"It's the battalion command." Rem reported to the commander, then picked up the pencil and recorded it on the codebook.

"It was a new war situation report. The Second Battalion captured Owikile, and the 77th Regiment of the Cologne Division was advancing towards Rafha." Rem translated the received telegram.

"The battalion commander ordered us to continue the mission of the Legion Command. The Air Force would drop supplies to us at the scheduled time. They asked us what special requests we had. I want to drink cold beer, sir." Rem handed the message to the commander.

"Reply to the camp, I said thank you for your concern, there is no need for the time being." Sparu folded the telegram and stuffed it into the map bag around her waist.

"Don't slow down, we are only the last two kilometers away from the destination." The commander glanced at the driver and then stood back in the command tower.

"201, here is 213. We found smoke rising from the direction of one o'clock, about two kilometers away from us." The voice of the pilot lineup came from the headphones.

The 213 tank was the same as the one that Sparu was riding. It was also a 38t command type, equipped with a Czech-made two-way voice telephone and a German-made remote radio station.

"I saw it too!" Sparu picked up the telescope and looked towards the convoy at one o'clock. Through the dust raised by the car in front, several black smoke columns suddenly rose behind the sand dunes near the horizon.

"Is there our destination? I think we should send a motorcycle reconnaissance squad to investigate." The deputy company commander said on the radio.

"Well, that's it." Sparu immediately agreed to Deputy Lian's suggestion.

A four-wheeled armored vehicle drove out of the column of the motorized infantry company, surpassing the pilot tank, and speeding towards the position where the smoke pillars rose.

The terrain in this area is not like the borders of Sahara or Yemen. It is full of continuous sand dunes, which look closer to some areas of North Africa. The ground is solid sand and gravel, and some places also have black or white rock foundations exposed. The German wheeled armored vehicles have no less mobility than tracked vehicles in this terrain. They are even more flexible in moving than tanks because of their light weight.

"Maybe it was some nomadic tribe." Rem leaned out from the front entrance and exit.

"That color will not be smoke from cooking. The troops will continue to advance, and the platoons will be ready for combat." Sparu wiped the sweat from his chin and issued a preparation order.

"I hit him, have you seen it? I hit that bastard!" Randolph shouted excitedly and replaced the mp40 with a new magazine.

"Be careful on the left! Don't let them get close." Captain Horn picked up the Mauser rifle and shot a fierce warrior with white cloth to the ground.

"These people are all madmen." Krieg pressed a bridge bullet into Mauser's pistol and threw the bridge board on the edge of the trench.

"Three, Four, Five" Sergeant Merkel quickly pulled the bolt of the Mauser sniper rifle. Every time this excellent shooter pulled the trigger, a Bedouin warrior would definitely be killed.

"Where did these damn guys come out?" Lieutenant Wenzel shot an empty magazine. He threw down the mp40, pulled out a Browning from his waist holster, and shot continuously at a black warrior who was howling and rushing toward him with a knife.

The silver-plated ancient helmet could not resist the attack of modern weapons at all. The bullet easily penetrated the thin layer of iron plate and then drilled into the skull protected by the iron helmet.

"These people are not desert robbers, but royal guards." Jurgen pulled the mp40 bolt and exited the blind bullet in the gun chamber. The former Gestapo did some research on Arabia before coming, and with the detailed information obtained from the British, he had already recognized the identity of the enemy who attacked him.

"Is that so? Major, are you sure?" Horn asked loudly.

"There are many black people here, and only Ibn Saudi's guards have so many black people." Yuergen replied loudly, then empty the magazine of the submachine gun.

As mentioned in the previous article, the Saudi army was still divided into various tribes and had no formal organization at all. When they went to war, each tribe brought its own armed ammunition and supplies. The Saudi royal family was just a role of the leader and commander-in-chief.

Since Ibn Saudi Arabia suppressed religious militias against him, he no longer believed in any non-tribe warrior. In order to protect the safety of himself and the royal family, he specially formed a personal guard.

Unlike the Saudi tribal guards mentioned in the previous book, these people only ordered the Saudi king alone, because these people were not Arabs, but black slaves purchased by Ibn Saudi Arabia from Africa.

You read that right, the Arab tribes still retain the custom of slavery at this time. Some wealthy chiefs will buy themselves a few strong black slaves, usually used as guards and servants. Because they need to win over people's hearts, these slaves will not be abused. The only thing they have to do is to obey all orders issued by their masters unconditionally. Slaves who offend their masters or attempt to escape will be whipped, and any slaves who resist and betray their masters will be sentenced to death.

Ibn Saudi's personal guards were all black slaves. He established a new era Mamluk and spent a lot of effort and money on these people. These black slave soldiers received the most rigorous combat training in the eyes of the Arabs. In addition to modern firearm training, they also had to learn to use ancient Arab swords and shields skillfully. Usually they wore ancient locks and scale armor, held Arab scimitars and spears, patrolling and guarding the king's tents and palaces day and night, just like their predecessors during the Arab Empire.

Although some large tribes also had slave black warriors under their command, the only ones in the establishment were the Saudi royal family, oil trade and hajj business, which gave the royal family enough financial resources to establish such a slave army.

"Kill these barbarians! Pay attention to both sides of the defense line!" Randolph fired a three-shot shot, overturning a Bedouin warrior to the ground.

"They have too many people!" Sergeant Gramrock threw out the last grenade on his body. The m24 grenade with a prefabricated shattered jacket was blew up a circle of Bedouin tribe warriors. These poor guys were covered in holes and screamed and rolled in the sand.

"They are detouring to our flanks, sir, we must give up the line of defense." Wenzel ran along the trench to Randolph and loudly suggested to the commander.

"Leave two people to cover up, and the others to retreat to the yard." Randolph also noticed this. The number of people on both sides was too different. Now the plan was to give up the first line of defense.

"I'll stay." Captain Horn volunteered to take on the cover mission.

"And I, sir." Merkel pulled the bolt and quickly installed a new bridge clip.

"After everyone enters the yard, they will cover your evacuation." Wenzel said.

"Speed ​​up, the next wave of offensive is about to begin again." Horn pulled the bolt and swept out a continuous shot.

ps: June is about to end in a blink of an eye, and the new January is coming. There have been too many things in this month. It is not surprising that this result is now.

I will repay the chapters that I owe you one after another. The author will continue to work hard next month, and the subsequent plot will definitely be more exciting.

In addition, the author has made some major changes in the past two days, and the update may fluctuate. I will notify you in advance if there are any problems. I hope everyone can understand.
Chapter completed!