Arab horses leaped onto the towering sand dunes, and an ancient desert post station appeared in front of the knights. Half of the Ottoman-style dome building was buried in the yellow sand, but the courtyard surrounded by stone walls with exquisite city walls and only half of the brick and wood lookout stands, still showing the world the power of the empire back then.

The Arab nobleman immediately rode on the sand dune and looked down at the destination of the trip. After confirming that nothing was wrong, he shook the reins of the horse and rode his horse to the main gate of the post station.

His loyal guards did not dare to let their master take risks. Even if the nobleman hurt a hair, everyone here might lose their heads. So several loyal Bedouin guards whipped their horses hard and rushed to the front of the nobleman. Even if they might be scolded for this, they should protect the safety of his nobleman.

This loyal act really allowed the nobles they protected to escape. No one knew at that time that they had entered the German firepower circle.

The facts proved that the disguise of the new German desert uniform was excellent. Until the moment the Germans opened fire, the Arab cavalry did not find ambushers in the ditch dozens of meters away.

The first shot was shot by Randolph. He pulled the trigger of the submachine gun with excitement on his face and fired a beautiful continuous shot. The bullet swept across the cavalry ranks, and three war horses fell to the ground on the spot. The knight on the horse was caught off guard and was thrown into the sand. Two of them immediately disappeared. The Bedouin warrior who survived really didn't know whether he should be considered lucky. He covered his crotch with his hands and rolled and wailed on the sand, obviously hurting the vital part.

But this poor guy soon stopped worrying about the rest of his life, because just as he turned over and whistled to the sky, a panicked Arab war horse stepped on his face.

Under Randolph's leadership, the Germans entered the crazy shooting time, and all the outstanding shooters were present. Even the pilot Lieutenant Krieger won the shooting trophy in the flight squadron.

The German people have always retained the martial spirit of their ancestors, especially families with soldiers for generations. Boys in the family often start to receive military education at a very young age, hoping that they can continue the honor of their parents. This is how Krieg's family is. Although there is no Feng of the Junker nobleman in their names, and no senior officers have been produced, it cannot erase the family's desire for military merits and honors.

Krieg's family originally planned to ask him to apply for the Army Officer's School, but he didn't expect that he secretly signed up for the Air Force Flight School without telling it. The Air Force lieutenant has liked to hear the stories of the air knights in the battle since he was a child, and he had long been determined to become an ace pilot. Now his biggest life goal has been achieved, and he will wait to go back to his hometown to get married.

The German ambush was very successful. The Arab cavalry suffered heavy losses in an instant. Seven of the twenty-one cavalry were killed immediately, and the cavalry team was wiped out one-third of the time. The remaining people quickly drove the mounts to flee in panic, and several of them were still injured. The noble man lost his usual grace. He whipped his beloved horse like crazy and ran wildly towards the direction of his origin.

The German temporary positions were in a mess, with corpses of horses fifty meters away from the trench, and the painful neighing of injured horses echoed in the air. Two gray sword officers jumped out of the trench with rifles. They first shot and killed the seriously injured war horses, ending the pain of these elegant animals. Then they selected the most exquisite Bedouin warrior corpse, which was worn oppositely, and the two worked together to drag it back to the trench.

"He looks like an officer. Look at this dagger, and you can sell it for at least one hundred marks when you get it in Berlin." Sergeant Grimlock pulled out the Arab dagger from the belt of the corpse and pointed to the exquisitely carved ivory handle.

"There are no documents and no maps on my body. Let me see what is in my bag." Jurgen skillfully searched the body of the corpse. Out of professional habits, the former Gestapo also placed various gadgets found on the corpse in neat codes on the sand.

"It's tobacco, it smells good when you smell it. This guy is an expert." Horn opened a small leather pocket and grabbed a pinch of tobacco from it and smelled it.

"There is not much money in the wallet, it's all Egyptian and Turkey nickel coins." Jurgen loosened the leather rope on the wallet and poured the coins inside into his palm.

Saudi Arabia has not issued national currency at this time. The coins issued by the old Ottoman Empire and Egypt, and of course the banknotes of European countries. The most popular pound was the pound because it could be used to buy food and weapons from the British. Some time ago, because Germany defeated the United Kingdom, the German marks are now becoming popular in the Gulf countries.

"This is not an officer, but a soldier with a relatively high status." After checking the deceased's shoulder bag, Jurgen came to this conclusion that disappointed everyone.

"I don't know the identities of these guys, but I can be sure that they have become our enemies now." Captain Horn said. He found a large number of hiking soldiers climbing over the huge sand dune in the distance.

"They were not our friends in the first place." Major Jurgen said to Horn.

"You're right, Major, these people are not our friends." Sergeant Merkel picked up his sniper rifle and put it on the chest wall built by the ditch.

"One hundred and fifty to two hundred people, without a unified uniform, should be the private army of a certain tribe, but I don't know which tribe is nearby. It's really a hell that we just missed a big fish." Merkel suddenly shouted excitedly: "The cavalry in the middle in white robe should be the commander of this unit. If we killed this guy just now, they should have been in chaos."

"It is more likely that the whole person rushed over to seek revenge for you. You don't understand the customs of these Arabs at all." Jurgen said calmly, slowly twisting the back cover of the grenade in his hand.

"Note, gentlemen, the enemy is now preparing for the attack." Randolph held the telescope in his hand, with a rare serious expression on his face.

"We don't have much ammunition, we must save use, and try our best to destroy an enemy with just one bullet." Randolph handed the telescope to Jurgen beside him.

"They are equipped with cavalry, and I don't know if there are any subsequent reinforcements behind these people. We have no way out, gentlemen." Horn pointed out the serious facts. Although everyone knew it in their hearts, someone would always say it publicly.

The Arabs equipped with cavalry means that the Germans lost the opportunity to escape and could not escape the pursuit of cavalry with their legs in the desert. The only thing the Germans can do now is to defend their positions to the death, kill and injure the enemy as much as possible, and delay the battle time.

This is a decision to survive in death. Everyone put their hopes on the search troops sent by Germany that could find them before the station fell. Although this hope seems very slim now, none of the people present were honest and willing to admit defeat. Until the last moment, don't try to shake their confidence in survival.

Randolph was the largest optimist sect among them. He was famous for his extremely strong nerves when he was by the head of state. He had thought at all that he would have the possibility of dying here in battle. He was surrounded by a boss, who was apostle sent by God and a god walking on earth.

The German army re-arranged its positions, and the infantry opposite also launched a tide-like attack as promised. The crisp and dense gunshots of mp submachine guns sounded over the ancient springs again.

ps: The jet lag is really painful, and the author is still working hard.
Chapter completed!