Battle of the Third Reich

The Moroccan brewed good black tea in the afternoon, and then began to stew the weird cereal porridge on the campfire. His apprentice Bassai Mu washed the dishes in the water pool and was quietly squatting to wait for dinner .

After Julian tasted this food once, he lost all interest in it, and along the way, the French insisted on hard bread and smoked lamb sausage belly.

At this time no one noticed that the danger was approaching them quickly.

The bandit group is very good at grasping the timing of the attack. This group of people is a professional criminal. Knowing that in the harsh environment of the Sahara, any slight mistakes can kill you.

Now we are faced with only three travelers, among them the elderly and minor children, both qualitatively and quantitatively, it is impossible to cause them much trouble. However, these people still did not take it lightly. They still divided the horses into two groups before approaching the oasis. One group made a frontal attack, and the other group copied from the side. The purpose was to block the opponent's retreat.

At this time, the rapid sound of horseshoes and the dust that rolled up finally caught the attention of the campers. Abdul and Julian stood up and looked at the distance with a pergola in their hands.

"No, it's a robber." Abdul was experienced and recognized the identity of these uninvited guests at a glance.

"Hurry up, don't take care of your luggage. These people are evil demons and never leave a living mouth." Abdullah lifted his robe and started running towards the mount tethered under the date palm.

"Basem, take the gun." Julian threw a Betier on the tent to the Moroccan teenager, and then rushed into the tent to carry his shoulder bag.

"Hurry up, otherwise it will be too late." At this time, Abdul had already mounted his horse and led the remaining horses to the tent.

"Things inside are more valuable than my life." Julian ran out of the tent, carrying another Betier with his shoulder bag in his hand, took the reins passed by Abdul, and flew up to his Arab Mount.

"They have more manpower than us, and they will definitely divide some people to block our retreat, so we can only rush to the south now. If God is gracious, we should be able to rush out of a way of life."

Abdul's legs slammed the horse's belly, and the strong hind leg of the Arabian foal with beautiful gray spots slammed on the ground, rushing out like a bowed arrow. Julian did not dare to neglect, and immediately urged his mount Rita, followed by the Moroccan guide, and flew towards the boundless desert in the south.

"Oh, giggle" The robbers didn't expect these three fat sheep to have the courage to escape. They happened to break out of the gap between the two horse teams. The robbers who found this situation quickly turned their horses around, and they said Intimidated shouted, while quickly spurred on behind the three targets.

Mehaned stared gloomyly at the target running ahead, but he was blaming his judgment for making mistakes. These fat sheep are not the targets that were easy to imagine. Among them, there must be veterans who have seen the world.

He really should wait until the gang is close to the oasis, and then order to start the assault, but now it is no use trying to regret it.

My unforeseen hunch was indeed correct. It was perhaps a mistake from the beginning to believe that Bashir had initiated this raid.

The people in front of them threw away all their luggage without hesitation. Obviously what Bashir said was full of two camel-shaped treasures was nothing but nothing.

For the few rats in front of them, they have killed a whole team of Italian soldiers. Once the matter is revealed, the Italians will certainly retaliate at all costs.

They don't even need to send troops at all, they just need to pay a considerable amount of bounty. I believe that there will be countless people in the entire North African continent willing to take their own lives.

Mehaned had already made up his mind at this time that he had to eliminate all living words afterwards. Even at all costs, he had to minimize the possibility of exposing things.

Bashir must never stay. Someone must have seen him with those Italians. Once the Italian initiates an investigation, the most likely to be exposed is this incompetent undercover. He doesn’t believe this coward full of lies. After being severely tortured, he can still keep his mouth shut.

The mice in front may be the key person in the whole thing, but Mehaned is not interested in exploring the root cause at this moment. The bandit leader just wants to end this boring chase quickly, and then bring his own His men left here as soon as possible, and he believed that he would not be here again for at least a year or two.

Mehaned had excellent riding and was also an excellent shooter. At this moment, he saw his body lean forward slightly, his legs tightly clamped the horse's abdomen, grasping the reins with one hand, and the steady end with one hand leveled his Lebel 1885\\/93R35 rifle.

This rifle is one of the many improved models of Lebel 1885. The total length of the shortened body is less than one meter, which is very suitable for cavalry to use immediately. The output of this model is not very high, because the range and accuracy are the same as the standard model. Gap, so it is only allocated to second-tier troops and North African colonial troops.

Mehaned got this weapon from the killed colonial policeman. He grew up in the French barracks. He was very fond of French weapons, and his main scope of activities was in the French colonies. It is easier to get these special calibers in France. bullet.

I heard that the Arab robbers on the other side of the Sahara like to equip the German Mauser carbine for the same reason. A bunch of chiefs over there are extremely fond of German-made weapons, and even have their own exclusive suppliers, so it is very easy to get ammunition of the same caliber locally.

Mehaned carefully aimed at the last target, that is, the foreigner wearing an Arab robe. Although this man was wearing a headscarf, the obvious difference in the movement and posture of the horse riding made people see that he was not local. people.

Shooting on bumpy horses is a test of the shooter's skills. Mehaned can't guarantee that he will hit every shot, which is a bit higher than others' hit rate, but it is enough to make him stand on this barren land.

Mehaned gently pulled the trigger, and as this clear gunshot sounded, the robbers next to him also raised their weapons and shot at the target indiscriminately.

At this time, it's time to show your personal character. Shooting on a fast-speed Mercedes-Benz horse, ordinary robbers can barely do a rough aim. As for whether they hit, it depends on personal luck. If you are lucky, you may Covered with one or two bullets.

Obviously, this time the goddess of luck did not stand on the side of the robbers. After a round of volleyball shots, even the hair of the other party did not hurt one, even their boss got off the target, the bullet was far from the target, and was drying up A lot of dust was stirred up in the Gobi.

This is an embarrassing thing that has never been encountered since the formation of this bandit group. The thieves cursed angrily, pulling the bolt in their hands fiercely and filling the gun with the next bullet.

Julian already knew from Abdul why they had to escape, instead of staying and negotiating with the bandits. If they are a large caravan and carry some armed escorts with them, they may still be able to rely on negotiations to solve the problem. The purpose of the thieves gangs is mainly for the sake of making money. At the same time, their scale is mostly limited and cannot withstand too much. Loss, so when encountering some tough bones, in general, they will choose to negotiate with the caravan to collect some commodities and coins as the other party's purchase money.

However, when faced with a small number of business travelers, these people have completely different faces. When they encounter such target robbers, they rarely leave alive, because if there is no victim to report the case, the colonial authorities will generally not initiate an investigation. So every year, many inexperienced smugglers disappear in the wasteland. The goods they carry may appear in the market hundreds of miles away, but you can never find the original owners of these goods.

Julian can clearly hear the howling of bullets flying over the head, just like a huge moth flapping its wings in the ears, the bullets rubbed from the side will make a sharp bleating sound, if you have enough eyes Well, you can even see a bit of smoke and dust burst when the bullet hit the ground.

It’s not Julian’s habit of doing things. He has also participated in the army and has experienced professional weapon use training. Although he was badly commented by the instructor in the shooting assessment, but now At this time, he could not allow him to care about these problems.

The French pulled the bolt and loaded it, then straightened up, turning around and facing the robbers in the back.

The chasing soldiers were in a dense formation at this time. The French did not aim at all. They just pulled the trigger against the bandits by feeling. He didn't expect to be able to hit any target, but hoped to block the pace of the pursuit of soldiers in this way, so that the two sides can open up some distance.

Julian’s only advantage now is that their horses are better than these bandits, and their load is much lighter than the other’s, and their physical strength is also in a sufficient state. If they can maintain the current situation, pass one. After a while, the distance between the two sides will be gradually pulled away.

At that time, there are not many choices before the thieves. Either risk the loss of the horses to continue the pursuit, or simply give up the target and stop to rest. Generally, the thieves will make the latter choice. Lian and they are truly out of danger.

The rifle in the hands of the French sounded, but what he did not expect was that a sand thief in the back row fell silent, and the body rolled heavily on the sand.

This can hit the target, the French could not help but bowed his head in surprise, looked at the rifle in his hand.

The sand thieves seem to be totally unaware that they have lost a companion, or they may have been accustomed to life and death, and they have been fully psychologically prepared. Anyway, the French shooting did not affect their pursuit rhythm, and soon They picked up their rifles and made a second shot.

This round of volleyball finally got some gains. They successfully overturned a spare horse that followed Bessamu. The poor animal didn’t even have time to scream, and it fell on the rolled dust. in.

There was a burst of cheers from the sand thieves, who cursed the running mice aloud and at the same time pushed and loaded again.

Julian had no time to be frustrated by the loss just now. He reloaded another bullet and turned again to shoot at the thieves.

This time it was obviously not as good as last time. The bullet didn't know where it was flying. As a result, the sand thieves screamed and ridiculed. Julian found that the situation had become a little bit worse. The distance between the two parties continued to pull. Recently, the robbers may not be able to hide in the next round of shooting.

Just as Julian pulled the bolt forward and loaded, a dense volley of rifle sounded behind him again. The Frenchman held the rifle tightly and closed his eyes, waiting for the last moment to come.

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