Battle of the Third Reich

The Gobi wasteland on the North African land, which looks like a flat river, actually hides large and small rock barriers and natural rifts.

On the southern border of Libya and Tunisia, there is a large low hilly stone mountain. The products of these tens of thousands of years of geological movement stand on the barren Gobi beach, which has become a natural barrier between two African countries.

Between these stone mountains, there are some secret passages, partly rifts formed by natural weathering and collapse, and some are ancient river channels thousands of years ago. Before the development of aviation reconnaissance, these roads were completely unknown to the world. Only the elders of the nearby nomadic tribes would know the existence of these secret roads, and they were regarded as the secrets of the family. According to legend, it is impossible to resort to text and not to draw a map. However, after the greedy European colonists divided up the land, the original tribe was either driven away to live elsewhere, or disappeared directly into the deep yellow sand. The old rules have lost their binding force, and more and more people are aware of the existence of these roads, resulting in batches of successful smugglers.

The goods smuggled at these borders are diverse, and most of them are goods that the colonists imposed heavy taxes or prohibited private transactions, from gem materials to precious metals, from weapons and ammunition to various ancient anesthetics, as well as expensive spices silk and ivory Artifacts, in addition to a part of these supplies for European colonists, more are flowing to various nomadic tribes.

The most popular among the smuggled goods are the enchanting Persian slave girls and the Arabian dancers. At that time, the slave trade was still the most prosperous on the North African continent. Although European colonists prohibited this kind of transaction by law, how many people can really resist the temptation of money and the corruption of female sex. These Arab profiteers are well-known to be good at seeing stitches and doing everything they can.

Huge profits also contain huge risks. Weak meat and strong food are the only regulations in this wilderness away from civilization. With the prosperity of smuggling, an equally old industry also prospered. The story of Alibaba and the Forty Thieves, There are several performances in this land every week.

And in general, the forty thieves often win. Alibaba’s good luck can still leave a life, but most of the time it will disappear on this land with the precious goods it carries.

In order to protect themselves, both smuggling caravans and ordinary travelers started to arm themselves. After the end of the European War, cheap and high-quality European weapons became quite popular commodities. A large number of European arms dealers with military backgrounds came here to sell their stocks of outdated goods wildly.

"Although it is a model that has been eliminated by the French Army, the rifle is very new and the gun is not worn. It is a good weapon." Julian sat in the shade of the date palm and wiped Abdul from the black market. Betty MLE1907 rifle.

A felt cloth was spread in front of him, and the disassembled parts of the gun machine were neatly arranged on it.

"Weapon is like a woman, how she treats her, she will also reward you. As long as you insist on careful maintenance every day, when you use it, it will not break down. The dust in this place is too strong, so you must wipe it carefully. In this way, the service life of the weapon will be longer." Julian put the firing pin back into the gun machine and showed the curious Bassaimu how to face the card.

"I have this." Baseimu patted the waist holster with a British-made Webbery pistol. In Julian's opinion, this large military runner might be a little too big for this child. Too.

"It's a good gun, and I can teach you how to maintain it." Julian didn't want to crack down on the child's self-confidence. Whatever weapon the child likes to use, it doesn't matter to him.

Although Loire Springs is called spring water, it is actually a very rare water pool in the desert. The area is not very large, but it also has a surface of 20-30 square meters. Less than 500 meters from the side of the waterhole is a towering cliff wall. This may be the reason why this waterhole can exist until now. The mountain cliff blocks most of the dust storms and hot winds from the desert.

It used to be a part of an ancient river channel. Millions of years ago it was a lush tropical rain forest. Countless ancient species thrive here. Years of flowing water cut a solid rock foundation, and the sea changed into a sea with time. Sangtian, and the riverbed at that time has now become a valley deeply embedded in the mountains and rocks, for the passage of countless travelers caravans.

A variety of tropical plants grow by the waterhole. The largest number is the famous date palm tree in North Africa. Many people will confuse it with palm trees, but it is understandable because they are also plants of the same family. The symbol of the German African Army in history should be a date palm tree. After all, this kind of plant with obvious characteristics can be seen everywhere in North Africa.

Abdul set up a simple tent on the side away from the bushes, beside the pool was a fire pit made of stones by other travelers, and there were some dead branches and horse dung that could be used as fuel.

We must ask what is lacking in the Gobi, except that the water source is the fuel that can be used for heating. I am afraid that a few trees can not be found in this place for dozens of miles. The average traveler will collect the feces of livestock as fuel.

Abdul lit a bonfire and began to boil water. Under the blazing sun, the gray smoke from the fire did not seem very obvious in the vicinity, but on the cliff in the distance, one could clearly see a The off-white smoke column stood high in the blue sky.

At this moment, on the stone mountain in the distance, a pair of eagle falcon-like eyes were watching the little oasis under the wrapped Arabian headscarf.

"Are you sure that this is what we are looking for? A man with an old man and a young boy? I warn you Bashir, this time we took a big risk, if I let you find you When deceiving me, God is on top, I swear I will dig out your heart and soul." Mehaned lifted his face and said coldly to the man kneeling in front of him.

"Noble Mehaned, the sword of God, how dare I deceive you, this is what I heard from the mouth of the Italian nobleman, there will be no mistakes. These are disguised as Smugglers of tourists, they carry a batch of jewels obtained by Moroccan pirates, ready to get Tripoli to sell stolen goods. So these Italian talents will enter the Gobi, and they want to intercept these precious treasures halfway." Bashir respectfully low Holding his head and touching the chest with his right hand, he expressed his innocence and innocence to the powerful bandit leader.

"It was me Bashir who brought them to your territory personally, and it was the poison that I gave them the food. If things were revealed, the prisoner the Italians most wanted to catch was me, and I took more risks than everyone here. It’s all big, how can I make fun of my future and life, respected Mehaned." Bashir raised his face, a look of grievance.

"Well, if your information is correct, then Mehaned will never be stingy with those who have merit. You will get the one you deserve, and I will give you another 10% as a reward. "Mehaned still had a gloomy face, but the corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, which was already a kind smile before the subordinate.

There were twenty-seven people, including the Arab bandits and Bashir, which are considered to be medium gangs among the many desert bandits active on the border between Tunisia and Libya.

The chieftain Selid Hashim Mehaned was once the heir of the Papar tribe. Like the standard Arab dog blood drama, the young Mehaned became a victim of the tribal power struggle. After being deprived of his own status and property, Mehaned was expelled from his tribe, and since then wandering the streets, he has become a disgusting refugee.

At that time, he was only twelve years old, and he lived with a group of small beggars of the same age near the French residential area. It was there that he was lucky to meet an old sergeant of the French foreign corps. At that time, the sergeant just wanted to find a personal servant, feeling that this young boy was very interested, so he took him and took him to the barracks of the French Foreign Corps.

Mehaned grew up to seventeen in the foreign corps, and learned skilled combat skills in foreign veterans. After the old sergeant retired and returned to his country, one day the young Mehaned secretly left the barracks with two rifles, and began his **** and murderous life. He first returned to the tribe where he was born and killed all the relatives and tribe elders who were involved in framing him. This is what he was doing in his own right way and made a break with his past.

In the following days, he became a horse thief acting alone. He has been active in the wilderness of the border between Libya and Tunisia. Because of his excellent marksmanship and mastery of various combat skills, he has not only never been caught by the official, but also allows the organization from time to time The arrested Tunisian police suffered a few major losses and became legendary legends for a while.

Since then, he found that his personal abilities were limited after all, so he began to recruit subordinates and formed a desert gang that only took orders from him.

The Bashir in front of him is a new member who has only recently joined the gang. This person’s task is to serve as the gang’s eyeliner in Libya. He works as a waiter at a hotel in a border town, where he selects fat sheep for the gang and purchases for everyone Some necessities of life are also responsible for selling stolen goods.

This is a very oily job. Bashir took a lot of time to gain the trust of Mehaned, and also suffered a lot, before he passed the test of the gangsters.

"Leader, if Bashir's information is indeed correct, then the following people can't leave their mouths alive." Farhad, the No. 3 leader in the gang, reminded in a whisper.

"I always feel that something is wrong, and there was an unpredictable hunch like last time." Mehaned frowned and stroked the ivory knife handle around her waist.

"That time in Benyalar Village? Do you think this is also a trap?" Farhard asked.

"I don't know. Those Italians are all dead. I didn't find any items related to Bashirti from their luggage. They were more like what came out to perform military missions, not like him. What kind of private action is said." Mehaned lifted the carefully trimmed beard on his chin.

"Bashir is lying?"

"I'm not sure yet. The Italian nobleman of the team leader is missing. Perhaps he brought important documents with him."

"Would you like to go back and search again, as long as you leave two people staring at these fat sheep, they can't go anywhere anyway." Farhard suggested.

"No, the nobleman has been poisoned and must have died in some corner. We have no time and energy to search the area. Now we can only choose to believe Bashir and close this sale as soon as possible, and then Go to Morocco to hide for a while." Mehaned made up his mind, which means that nothing will change.

The leader of the sand thief rebuttoned the face towel, walked to the bottom of the department, pulled out the saber from his waist and raised it, then nodded silently.

Everyone bowed their chests to pay tribute to the leader, and then turned and stepped on their mounts. During the whole process, no one spoke. The silent bandits skillfully drove the small Arabian horses, along the rugged mountain road to the oasis at the foot of the mountain. Gallop away.

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