Before joining this team, Hassan was just an ordinary Bedouin shepherd. Now he is a husband in the camel caravan, responsible for caring for four young dromedary camels. .

The Bedouin people knew the importance of baggage in the desert more than anyone else, so this small army of about 200 people carried a total of eighty camels to transport supplies.

Hassan was hired with his camels. The noble man promised that he could get fifteen Turkish silver coins as a reward as long as he finished the trip. This is a lira silver coins minted by the Turkish Republic, with a content of more than 80%. Because of its real material, it is very popular among nomadic ministers from all over the Gulf.

Listening to the constant gunfire sounding in the direction of the post station, Hassan felt a little uneasy. He was not a soldier and knew nothing about wars. He only knew that the four camels he was responsible for might not be able to get water in time. Camels are just thirst-resistant and do not need to drink water. On the contrary, camels have a very high demand for fresh water, so those ancient desert trade routes must be built between oasis and water sources.

Hassan had heard of Hamil Springs. The older generation of camel caravans once talked about this place. Twenty years ago, it was the busiest station on the trade road. Following this old trade road, you can go north to Transjordan. It is said that if you continue to move northwest, you can walk all the way to Damascus.

If it weren't for the bloody catastrophe more than 20 years ago, this inn might be still serving the caravans coming and going. Unfortunately, not many people dare to approach here now. The caravan chose to go to Zhubai to replenish the water, because there were rumors in the desert that the place was cursed by evil spirits.

If the one who hired Hassan was not a noble caliph, and the reward was quite attractive, he would not agree to this deal at all. Hassan was an extremely devout believer, so he was even more afraid of evil spirits and other things.

"If we continue to fight like this, we might have to spend the night here." Selman, a tall Bedouin shepherd, holding a willow cane carved with a sacred prayer.

"The true god protects us and let this matter end soon." Hassan took a sheepskin water bag from the camel rack. Because they had not reached their destination, they could not remove the camel racks piled with supplies. However, camels are different from horses. When they stop, they can crouch on the ground to rest, so they don't consume much energy.

"May God bless you, brother Hassan." Selman took the kettle and nodded to thank his companions.

In addition to Hassan and Selman, there are twelve other drivers in this logistics team. Each of them is responsible for taking care of different numbers of camels. Selman is an experienced driver and the best desert guide. There are at least ten camels here belong to him, but all the chores are done by his apprentice and assistant Naimu. Selman has made it very easy to walk along the way.

"What a fierce battle. Last time I saw so many dead people, I was still an ordinary apprentice." Selemansec tightened the block and handed the kettle back to his companion.

The camel caravan and the knights' horses were concentrated in the shadows under the sandstone. In addition to a dozen camel husbands and servants, two black slave warriors were left to assist in the guards.

At this moment, the two black slave warriors wearing red turbans were hiding behind a rock to smoke, and Li Enfield rifle with bayonets leaned against their shoulders.

The black slaves smoked local Arabian cigarettes, using handmade long pipes. After igniting paper twists with a fire sickle, the two began to suck the clouds and spit out fogs impatiently. The tobacco was added with herbs with a slight hallucinogenic effect, which could relieve human pain and make soldiers forget their fear of death. It was quite popular in some middle and eastern tribes at that time.

At this moment, these two black slave warriors would never have thought that behind a clump of sand willows less than five meters away from the rock, two pairs of eyes were secretly peeking at them.

"Go on!" Sergeant Corrison made gesture to Lehard.

"Wait a little longer!" Liehard also replied with a gesture.

When the two pilots arrived at Hamil Spring, the two sides were fighting fiercely. The two thought it was the German army that launched the attack because they heard the unique shooting sound of mp38/40. Unexpectedly, when they approached, they realized that it was the German army that was being besieged.

The two pilots had no impulse. They only carried two pistols and a life-saving rifle. Joining the battle rashly would only make them die in vain. So they lurked on the periphery of the battlefield, trying to find an opportunity to give these Arabs a fatal blow.

As a result, the opportunity was really found by the pilots. Just under a huge piece of sandstone, they found the Arab logistical camel fleet. After careful observation, Lehard was sure that the other party had only two armed guards here, and the rest were ordinary unarmed people.

In fact, these people are not unarmed. They have more or less weapons such as knife or daggers on them. Therefore, when launching attacks, the Germans must be very cautious. If they cannot kill the armed guards as soon as possible, they may be attacked by the opponent.

"Boom!" A huge explosion suddenly sounded in the direction of the station, and a ball of black smoke rolled up, and then condensed into a pillar of smoke in the air.

In an instant, the two black slave soldiers were all attracted by the sound of explosions. They stretched their necks and looked towards the station, trying to figure out what was going on.

Lehard quickly made a striking gesture, then strode out of Shaliucong. He held the short sword in his hand tightly and rushed towards a slave soldier.

The Air Force lieutenant raised his arm and covered the target's mouth from behind. Then the dagger pierced into the other party's back. The soldier jumped up first, and then it became soft to the ground.

Another black slave was shocked to see this. He was rushing to unplug the rifle from behind, but before he could lift the muzzle, a dagger was placed on his neck from the back. Corrison did not hesitate at all and cut his opponent's neck the next second.

The black soldier covered the wound that was spurting blood, twisting and struggling on the sand, but a few seconds later he lost all his consciousness due to rapid and large amount of blood loss.

"Get a big fight." Lehard picked up the rifle that landed on the sand and threw it to Sergeant Corrison. Then he took out the Mauser pistol at his waist and adjusted the gear to the continuous shooting position.

"This is exactly what I want to say." Corrison pulled the bolt and showed a grim smile on his face-

"What happened there?" The Saudi nobleman, who had not recovered from the shocking effect of the German cluster grenade attack just now, was confused by the gunshots from behind. He quickly asked loudly at his accomplice beside him.

"That's the direction of the camel caravan, maybe the enemy's reinforcements." An escort reported.

"The enemy is destroying our baggage." Another guard exclaimed, and he raised his hand to point at the rising smoke column under the sandstone.

"The true god is above, we must stop them." His Royal Highness could no longer sit still. He could tell the miserable roar of the camel in the gun body. It was obvious that the other party was slaughtering and slaughtering the poor beasts.

Without these camels and the baggage above, he not only could not fulfill the royal family's instructions, but he could not even walk out of this desert alive.

"Abdul! Take down all the people for me and immediately take back the camels." The prince ordered.

"But, my master, we are about to take down that inn." Abdul reminded.

"You idiot! Without camels and supplies, what's the point of taking down that inn?" The prince stood up and swung his whip and slapped Abdul's shoulder hard.

"Go immediately, defeat the enemy, and grab the camel caravan back." The nobleman pulled out the scimitar from his waist and roared in anger.

"As for your order, my noble master, Abdul will fight bravely for you." Abdul stroked his chest helplessly and bowed his head respectfully.

ps: I am in a much better state and I should be able to return to normal next week. I owe you ten chapters of updates, so I will try to make up for it this month.
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