The Arab nations in the early 20th century were no longer as brave and brave as the Abbasid Dynasty. The nomadic customs and harsh living environment made their ideas philosophical and realistic, and they were used to living under the shadow of the strong.

This is a group of desert robbers who are both greedy and treacherous. This is the impression of the Arabs during World War I. Some even claim that the only value of these savage pagans in the world is to add some burden to the rear of the Ottomans.

At this time, the Ikhwan Movement in Saudi Arabia had been suppressed by force. Except for the several tribes in the core of Saudi Arabia, the religious atmosphere on the Arabian Peninsula was not as fanatical as it was more than ten years later.

The Bedouin tribe is not short of brave and tenacious warriors, provided that they can obtain spoils that can offset the losses. Once the losses exceed the psychological expectations of the tribe elders, the morale of these nomadic troops maintained by bloodlines and clans will easily collapse.

The German victory in Yanbu Port is a great evidence, and the armed gangs formed by tribal warriors and city dwellers were defeated in front of modern armored cavalry.

The Arabs were conquered and ruled by aliens several times in history. When they found that there was no hope of victory, they usually surrendered to powerful opponents who could not be confronted, just like most nations in the world.

However, what Randolph and the others encountered this time was a completely special case. The lives of these warriors did not belong to them. They would do everything to fulfill their master's orders, because the punishment they suffered in disobeying their master's will would be more terrifying than death.

After several reckless cluster assaults, the Saudi guards suffered more than 40 casualties, which was equivalent to one-fifth of the small force. The Saudi commander showed a rare iron-blooded style at this time. He decisively executed a warrior leader who led his subordinates to retreat without authorization, and then ordered the remaining troops to launch a new round of attack immediately.

The commander keenly discovered that although the mysterious enemy troops on the opposite side had fierce firepower, the total number was not large. As the war time extended, the balance of victory would definitely shift to the side that had an absolute advantage in numbers.

His Highness's judgment and decision have to be said to have hit the Germans' weakness, so when he found that the enemy began to detour towards the position, the Germans had to retreat to the second line of defense.

Until now, there were no casualties in Germany. This was a miracle. All Germans maintained strong morale. Relying on eight people, they could not defend the wall. German officers alternately covered and finally successfully retreated to the station in the center of the yard. This sturdy building was built with the attributes of a military fortress. After a hundred years, this fortress against sand thieves once again became the last line of defense for a group of strangers.

"Be careful to save ammunition!" Randolph leaned against the stone wall next to the window and reminded his comrades.

"The last magazine!" Captain Horn pressed the last few bulk pistol bullets into the submachine gun magazine, and then pulled the bolt of the mp38 neatly.

"There are still many people, so you should pay attention to aiming before shooting." Major Jurgen pressed the empty space hang-up button, and Luger's pistol loaded again.

Although the officers used single shots and short shots as much as possible in the previous battles, there was not much ammunition left in their hands. Jurgen knew very well that if the soldiers on the opposite side were not very good at shooting, the Germans would not have been able to hold on for that long.

Although Ibn Saudi Arabia attaches great importance to his personal guards, he does not unconditionally repay these slave warriors. The desert slave owners are very clear that these black slaves are not as honest and surrender as they look on the outside, and they must be so cautious about them.

These soldiers have all learned how to use and maintain rifles, but they rarely have the opportunity to shoot live ammunition. The British rifles in their hands are often just ceremonial props. Interestingly, the slave warriors themselves do not like hot weapons, because in their hometowns, they are better at fighting with cold weapons.

Compared with the Bedouin Warriors, the black slave guards only learned simple shooting techniques. Accurate aiming is a magical skill in the eyes of these people. Only genius knows where the many bullets they fired were flying. Anyway, the Imperial Guards were everywhere, but they did not kill a single German.

But the Germans were obviously at the end of their strength, and both physical strength and ammunition were consumed severely. The Saudi nobles were sure that the enemy would not last long, and his troops would be the final winner of the battle.

"Attack again, and then send an envoy to persuade the surrender." The Saudi nobleman restored his original calm and graceful atmosphere. He sat on a luxurious Persian carpet, smoking Turkish hookah comfortably. A strong black slave stood behind his master and held up a huge parasol for him.

His Highness was very curious about the group of enemies who almost killed him. He had vaguely guessed that the identities of these people should be regular troops from Germany or Britain. If it were possible, he wanted to capture these Western invaders alive, because whether as bargaining chips or hostages for the armistice negotiations, living people are always more useful than dead people.

The guards reorganized their formation under the cover of the wall and launched a new round of attacks again. The Germans' defensive firepower was extremely accurate and fierce, so the guards once again withdrew to the departure location in a mess after leaving five corpses.

As the noble man said just now, he immediately sent an envoy to the Germans and ordered these foreign invaders to surrender in the name of the Saudi royal family. At the same time, he assured the other party as a member of the royal family that he did not have to worry about his personal safety, because they would be sent to Riyadh as guests of the royal family rather than prisoners, where they would be well received and cared for.

The Germans obviously did not believe these lies. Out of respect for the rules of war, they kindly left the life of the arrogant messenger, and at the same time shaved the guy's beard in response to the other party.

"No wonder it's so strong, it turns out to be a German." The noble man put down the hookah with elegant demeanor, and the expression on his face was light and light.

This highness did not care at all about the humiliation the messenger was subject to, because this was the power that the strong had innately, and it might be even more excessive if he did it.

"Master, I'm worried if they know something." The warrior leader glanced at the messenger who was crying like a child, and whispered in the master's ear.

"Don't worry, they can't know that secret, Abdul." The other party waved his hand to dismiss the idea: "Since these people want to fight to the end, then give them a glorious ending. Abdul, you lead the team yourself and take down the inn."

"As for the order, honorable master." Abdul took the order. At this time, there were more than 120 people left in the Imperial Guard, and the troops gathered again to prepare to launch a general attack on the target.

"The great god!" Abdul held an Arab scimitar in one hand and a pistol in the other. He stood in front of the team, praising his faith loudly.

"It's so great!" The morale of the soldiers was once again inspired. They waved their weapons and responded loudly.

"For the sake of the king, kill all the robbers!" Abdul waved his scimitar forward, and the slave soldiers shouted wildly over him and began to launch a final charge towards the post station.

Just when the guard leader thought he was sure to win this time, suddenly, under a huge yellow sandstone on the other side of the station, a crisp sound of gunfire as dense as fried beans sounded.

ps: Thank you for your understanding. The author is still adjusting and feels that it should be able to stabilize next week.
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