The firefighting near the sandstone ended quickly, and twenty slave imperial guards failed to fulfill the prince's instructions. In the face of heavy firepower on board, these people only lasted for less than two minutes. .

The twenty-mm shells easily penetrated the shelter where they were hiding. Whether it was a sandbag, a camel corpse, or the slave warriors hiding behind, they were torn into pieces under violent machine gun firing.

The German reconnaissance vehicles did not spend much effort at all. They simply turned the turret, aimed and fired, and then repeated the above procedures again. The battle process was extremely boring. The cruelty of modern wars was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. In the face of overwhelming firepower, personal courage had no room for performance.

The reconnaissance vehicle confirmed that the enemy troops in front of him had been defeated, and most of the rest were fleeing deep into the desert, and then he used radio to report the victory to Lieutenant Sparu. The armored company was advancing at full speed and failed to catch up with the battle, which made the armored company commander feel a little depressed. He had known that he should have rushed over directly with the company.

However, Lieutenant Spalu also received two good news, enough to make up for all his regrets. They not only found the missing reconnaissance crew, but also found another German unit, most likely the survivors of the crash in the command.

"I understand, Sergeant Schneider, you can first clear the peripheral area and confirm that there are no hidden enemies nearby to tell the two pilots that we are coming, and it's over." Sparu released the buttons on the headphone microphone, then looked at his Sergeant Rem, and made a gesture to switch frequency.

"William, immediately take your platoon to the southwest. The reconnaissance squad reported that an Arab unit was retreating into the desert to see if it could stop them. Most of the other party were infantry and would not move too fast." Sparu ordered.

"The second row was received, are you sure it was in which direction?" the second row leader asked on the radio.

"The information you have obtained is like this. Whether they can catch them depends on your luck, William. If you don't find any trace of the enemy, you will return with the second row. Remember to keep in touch with the company at any time." Sparu replied.

"As for orders, sir." The second platoon leader answered very simply.

With the order issued, five 38t tanks left the marching queue and turned the front of the car to move forward quickly towards the southwest. This light tank produced by Czech Republic is quite suitable for the terrain of the Arabian Peninsula, and can continue to run at a speed of 30 kilometers per hour, provided that the engine's cooling will not be problematic.

"Company Commander, are those people the important people the command is asking us to find?" Rem still couldn't help but ask questions.

"I don't know, I hope it's them, Rem." After Spalou said, he stood on the captain's seat and poked out from the entrance of the command tower.

"I saw a 222 wheeled armored vehicle, which must be a search force sent by the African Legion." Horn ran down from the roof with the Lee Enfield rifle, and he excitedly reported his discovery to Randolph.

"Hear the sound of fire just now, it must have beaten the bastards very badly." Second Lieutenant Krieger's face was full of joy at this time.

"Lieutenant Colonel, we should immediately launch a signal flare to indicate our identity." Jurgen suggested.

"Gentlemen, now the enemy is defeated, and this oasis is now under the control of the German Empire." Randolph said with a calm face as he looked at his companion surrounding him.

"Endlete Krieger, immediately fired two green flares, indicating that we are friendly forces."

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Lt. Wenzel."

"At, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Go to the roof and hang our flags."

"Wait, you said the flag?!"

"We have occupied this place and of course we have to hang the flag."

"I understand, I'll go right away, Woodman, come with me."

"Don't let go of your guard. Before the enemy has gone far, we must still stick to this place before we meet with the large army." Randolph stood with one hand on his hips and stood upright, posing in a standard posture of ancient heroes in oil paintings.

"The Oasis Conqueror, it doesn't sound majestic enough, or it doesn't sound nice to call the Lord of Spring Water, what title should be added? It's really hard to name it." Looking at the Mizui Shishi House in the middle of the yard, Randolph began to think about it-

"Sir, the command has called, and the front troops have found Lieutenant Colonel Randolph." The radio reported loudly.

"What? Give me the headphones quickly." Daogen strode to the radio operating table and took the spare headphones handed over by the Air Force Sgt. At this time, the radio technology was unable to conduct long-distance voice communication, so what he heard in the headphones was the "Didi Dada" Morse code.

"Ask them and find out the specific location of the lieutenant colonel." Colonel Daogen ordered with a stern face.

"Yes, sir." The radio quickly pressed the transmitter's key.

"The headquarters called back and was at Hamil Springs." Sergeant reported to Daogen.

"Hamil Spring?! Isn't that just at the B airdrop location?" an air force major said in surprise.

"Well, God has always favored Randolph." Daogen took off his headphones and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The colonel walked back to his seat and looked out through the aircraft window. A huge fleet of transport aircraft was flying in formation with the head of state.

Half of the military transport aircraft deployed by the Luftwaffe in Africa are now here, with two squadrons of forty-eight Junker Ju52, and the cabin is filled with supplies. Together, participating in this air supply operation are twenty Bristol "Mumbai" transport aircraft of the British Air Force, which is a mediocre transport aircraft, but like "Junke Aunt", it can be used as a bomber after a slight modification.

Such a huge airdrop formation is not just for the transportation of one company of Sparu, it is just one of the goals of the airdrop operation. This is an air-to-ground joint operation, with the goal of replenishing materials for all combat units that are off the supply line.

Saudi nomadic tribes are not strongly dependent on roads, and they often camp in small oasis far away from the roads, which leads to German troops attacking such targets often away from logistics transportation lines.

Colonel Daogen temporarily decided to participate in the operation because two of the airdrops were closer to Randolph's missing area, and he wanted to search for Randolph's traces from the air himself.

What he didn't expect was that the search troops found Randolph so quickly. When Colonel Daogen was relieved when he heard that this worried subordinate was unharmed.

"Order the pilot to turn immediately and fly to location b." Daogen turned his face and ordered the Air Force Major.

"But Colonel, the formation must go to location a first." The major replied.

"Then let's leave the formation, we have autonomy." Daogen pulled his face.

"As for the order, colonel." The Air Force Major dared not argue anymore. The SS Colonel held the warrant of the head of state and had amazing privileges here.

The huge "Imperial One" fuselage was slightly tilted, and it began to turn smoothly under the captain's control.

"Sir, we will be able to reach the target in ten minutes." The Air Force Major reported.

"Can we land in the target area?" asked Daogen.

"I'm afraid not, sir, we don't know what is going on on the ground." The major replied.

"I understand, thank you." Daogen nodded, then turned his gaze out the window again-

"Sir, the headquarters ordered us to set up defenses on site and prepare to receive airdrop supplies." Rem ran into the inn from outside the house with a telegram.

"Have the identification board been laid?" Sparu turned his face and asked the deputy company commander.

"All of them are laid out." The deputy company commander replied.

At that time, the methods of identifying airspace in Europe were similar. Conspicuous identification signs were used during the day and several bonfires were set at night. The German Army issued foldable ground recognition panels and identification cloths, and the front and back sides were different colors and could be replaced as required to prevent them from being mastered and used by the enemy.

Historically, the German army also liked to use national flags as ground identification signs, but there is a prerequisite for doing so, that is, the Luftwaffe has local air supremacy, otherwise this would become a means of suicide.

"What kind of supplies will be airdropped on it this time?" Randolph held a cup of coffee with a smile on his face. Unexpectedly, these armored soldiers even carried coffee pots with their cars. For the survivors who had just experienced a fierce battle, it was a complete enjoyment to taste a cup of fragrant coffee at this time.

"The main thing is that it is easy to consume fuel and fresh water. The food we brought was plenty of food this time. The cooking class is already preparing lunch. Today's recipe is beef stewed with potatoes, and we also brought Sicily wine." Sparu's tone was a bit flattering. Although he couldn't figure out the true identity of this SS lieutenant colonel, from the attitude of the headquarters, he was definitely a big shot that he could not offend.

"Sicily wine, let me start looking forward to lunch now," Randolph said with a smile.

"Airplane! It's approaching at nine o'clock." The lookout on the roof shouted loudly, and a faint buzzing sound came from the air.

"It came earlier than I expected," Sparu said to Randolph.

"Interesting, this is the first time I have encountered an airdrop. I must take a closer look." Randolph held the coffee cup and strode out of the station.

"Why is there only one plane?" Captain Horn was already standing in the yard, and he looked into the sky with his pergola in his hand.

"Maybe it was the pilot." Second Lieutenant Krieg replied hesitantly.

"Can the model be identified?" Jurgen asked.

"It should be a 200 type." Krieg is still very confident in this regard.

"Isn't that a reconnaissance plane?" Although Jurgen is not an expert, he has also read many Air Force pictorials.

"There are also models of transport aircraft. You must know that it is designed as a passenger aircraft." Speaking of the aircraft, Krieg became excited.

"This plane looks familiar." Randolph held a coffee cup and looked up at the four-engine transport plane slowly hovering above his head.

"Something has been thrown down." Major Jurgen was quite sharp-eyed. He noticed a black spot fell on the plane.

"The parachute is opened, are there airdrop barrels hanging under it?"

"No, it seems to be a person. Is it a paratrooper? Look! Another one jumped down." The German officers and soldiers present started to talk.

"Have you ever asked to send someone to the telegram from the Legion Command?" Jurgen asked Sparu.

"No, this was not mentioned in the telegram at all." Lieutenant Sparu was also confused at the moment.

"This is really strange." Looking at the parachute getting closer and closer to the ground, Randolph suddenly felt a chill on his back.

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