To be honest, Fahill's title of prince cannot reach the eyes of the Germans. Although the Saudi royal family has a long history, it only took more than 20 years to establish its country. Even though the British endorsed Ibn Saudi Arabia, in the concept of Europeans at that time, the Arabs were still a barbaric nation that gathered in the desert.

Prince Fashir has lived in the tribe since he was born and has no idea about the world outside the peninsula. To put it bluntly, he is a rustic bull squatting at the bottom of the well.

Although he moved into the mansion of the Deep Palace at a very young age, the habits he developed during his early life in the nomadic tribe were difficult to change. Fashir's parents spent a lot of patience to teach him how to become a prince, and even hired a ritual teacher who was said to have served the Ottoman royal court for him at a high salary. Now, that ritual teacher should not be a squatter. At least in the eyes of those guards and slave soldiers, Fashir's words and deeds were completely in line with the standards of the Arab nobles in their minds.

Prince Fahir is so gentle and elegant, just like a legendary figure who came out of a thousand and one night. Prince Fahir is so brave and wise that one day he will be able to become a wise caliph. People around him have been praising each other. The young prince is very clear that most of them are false lies, but he still enjoys these flatteries and flatteries very much.

After Fashir became an adult, although he was usually very low-key, he still failed to hide his ambition for the throne. Ibn Saudi Arabia must have noticed this. This action may be a test of Fashir's ability by the king. If this is true, then whether Fashir succeeds or not, his ending will not be optimistic. Ibn Saudi is not a ruthless person. He will use all means to eliminate hidden dangers in the inheritance of the throne.

But now it is meaningless to say this. After this small "war", all Prince Fahir's ambitions, confidence and pride were knocked down with his troops.

"Hey, wake up." In a daze, Fahill seemed to hear someone talking, using a language he couldn't understand.

"Go and wake him up." The man continued to speak, and before Prince Fashir opened his eyes, he was covered with heavy military boots on his waist and abdomen.

This is a special marching boot that is not the truncated version of the army now. The cowhide boots are covered with round steel nails, and the toe is wrapped in elastic steel sheets. No matter who is hit like this in half dreams and half awake, it will not be better than Fahill's reaction. The prince immediately curled up and rolled and wailed on the floor covered with sand, gravel and dust.

So the prince then got a second kick, and the perpetrator didn't care about Fahill's "noble identity" and was happy to continue this "game".

"What are you doing! A humble donkey! How dare you treat a prince like this!" Fahill cursed loudly in Arabic.

"Enough, take him to the interrogation room." The non-commissioned officers stopped the SS who wanted to continue to do the trick.

"Okay, Sergeant." The two strong men grabbed Fahill from the ground, then held the poor prince from both sides and dragged him out of the room where he was imprisoned.

The so-called interrogation room is actually a large German field tent, built on the open space next to the post station. Because time hastily, the engineers did not even have time to level the ground. Fahill was thrown directly on the sand in the tent, and the prince could clearly feel that the sand was a little hot.

"Fashir bin Abdul bin Mohammed." A voice pronounced Fashir's full name in standard Arabic.

The prince quickly looked up and saw a few foreign soldiers in straight uniforms sitting next to a table in the middle of the tent.

"I am Prince Fahir, Ibn Saudi's nephew, and I ask for treatment that matches my identity." Fahir shouted loudly. Since the other party had already learned his full name, it means that his previous lies had been exposed. At this time, he simply admitted it generously, and maybe he could make the other party worry about his identity and show some mercy to him.

Fahir believed that the war would not end so easily, because before departure Ibn Saudi Arabia announced at a royal family dinner that once the enemy approached Riyadh, he would take the initiative to lead his troops into the desert and fight a protracted guerrilla war with the invaders there.

Ibn Saudi Arabia believed that the desert would punish these shameless Europeans. No one could defeat the Bedouin people who came and went like the wind in the desert. In the face of the powerful Arab nation, even the British Empire could only bow their heads. Ibn Saudi Arabia was sure that these Germans would not last long, and they would eventually take the initiative to seek reconciliation with the royal family, otherwise they would have to be dragged down in the desert alive, just like the Ottoman army back then.

During the meal, Ibn Saudi Arabia also confidently claimed that if the German head of state was willing to kiss the ring on his hand and apologize, he might consider forgiveing ​​the crimes of these Germans.

The Arabian Peninsula has encountered countless invasions and was conquered by powerful foreign races. However, if you want to rule the rebellious Arabs, you must rely on local Arab chiefs and religious leaders. Only by working closely with these people can the rule of outsiders be stable and worry-free. After this war, the unscathing German head of state should learn to be a little more good.

Ibn Saudi Arabia is very confident in his dominance on this land. Although Wahhabi doctrine is a hidden danger, it also brings him a stable heart of the people. As long as he issues a jihad order, he can summon a hundred thousand troops at any time. Just make believers believe that this is a war to protect religion, and these invaders will be unable to move on this land.

No believer dares to help these pagans. The enemy will have no clean water to drink, no food to fill their stomachs, and no one will guide them. The enemy will be lost in the desert, and eventually, like those foolish invaders in the past, the miserable burial of the vast sea turned into dust.

"All these are Ibn Saudi Arabia said in person?" Jurgen smiled and opened the toolbox on the table next to him.

"Ahem, I swear to the true God, all I say is true, and Ahem, Lord Jurgen, you can't guru." Gramlock raised one end of the board, and Prince Fashir tied it to the other end of the board, and was immediately immersed in a manger filled with water.

"This time he's going to reach his limit by thirty seconds." Jurgen said to the SS sergeant.

"No problem, Major." Gramlock replied loudly.

The Gray Swords members were full of awe of the SS major at this moment. Although he was also a member of the Security Bureau, he belonged to the field police unit. In fact, like ordinary people, he had only heard of the mysterious rumors of the Gestapo and had never truly seen such exciting scenes today.

The major has pushed interrogation skills into the field of art. Not to mention the knowledge of these methods, the SS Sergeant may not have even heard of them before. Gramlock asked himself that if he put himself in the position of the interrogator, he would only last for half a day at most.

Major Jurgen has a very wide range of knowledge. It seems that there is nothing in this world that he does not understand. As long as the prisoner speaks, he will soon fall into the control of the major. For example, the captured black slave imperial guard, the major just provoked him slightly in his words, and the black soldier will tell the answer the major wants to know, without spending any effort throughout the whole process.

Compared to the stupid and cute imperial guards, this prince is obviously more difficult to deal with. Although he is an unsavory country bumpkin, the prince is not stupid. He knows what he can say and what are the secrets that must not be disclosed to outsiders.

Major Jurgen attached great importance to Colonel Daogen's orders and could not leave obvious scars on the prince. Therefore, after discussing with Captain Horn, he decided to use the medieval heresy court to pass on waterboards, so this ancient punishment was once again used on pagans after seven hundred years.

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