Battle of the Third Reich

The time is close to noon. At this time, locals will stay in a shady house. There are not many pedestrians on the streets of the town. The small alleys are deserted, and it is quiet like no one.

This is not like a big and crowded big city like Europe. It is just a simple seaside fishing town. Although it covers a very large area, it is really difficult to operate if you want to find a place to live here. small.

In places like Paris or Marseille, you can find an apartment building in a residential area, and you can hide in the stairwell for a while. However, in this North African town, the courtyard walls on both sides of the streets are high, and most of them are single door. The bungalows of the households, the street planning adheres to the Turkish style, and the trend is all smooth and straight lines, that is, the kind that can be seen from the street to the end of the alley.

Julian, a stranger, was completely unfamiliar. He ran wildly along the alley for a while, trying to get rid of the imaginary chasing soldiers. After turning several turns in a row, he finally completely eliminated himself. I'm haloed.

The French found a shaded corner to stop and rest. The owner of the house next to him may be a fisherman or a seafood trader. He piled up a pile of wicker baskets against the courtyard wall, exuding a thorn. Nose fishy smell.

Flying fast in this temperature, even for those who are professionally trained, is an extremely painful thing. The French now feel that they may be dying, and the intense exercise caused his body temperature to rise rapidly and become dehydrated. In addition, a large amount of adrenaline is added, which puts a heavy burden on his heart.

Julian sat on the ground against the courtyard wall and grew his mouth panting, like a fish thrown on the shore, his heart was jumping wildly, and the position of the diaphragm under the ribs was as painful as being cut by a knife No matter how hard he inhaled, he still couldn't breathe.

The French pulled out an elaborate sheepskin water bag from the ruffle, which he brought from Tunisia along with the sour goat milk that he just bought from the locals yesterday. This is a natural Energy supplements, while replenishing water, can also provide the fat and protein needed for human exercise.

After pulling out the pierce of the bag violently, Julian raised his head impatiently and poured a sip of yoghurt. Then he was choked without any surprise. The French coughed violently and sprayed white yogurt on himself.

"Hello, friend." An Arabic greeting suddenly came from the other end of the wicker basket.

The French, who were already hordes of soldiers, were really scared. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, this time he did not carry a weapon with him, so when Zhang was helpless, he picked up half of the brick in the corner.

"Who's there?" Julian had learned a lot of local Turkish from Abdul before, and he asked with a trembling grip on the brick.

"Don't be nervous, we are friends." A face with a face towel emerged from behind the wicker basket, but the phrase was in French that Julian was familiar with.

"Who are you?" The French were still in shock at this moment, full of doubts about everything.

"You don’t need to know who I am, Mr. Julian, you just need to know that I am not malicious to you. Now please follow me and I will take you to a safe place to hide. When you get there, all your questions are You can get answers one by one." The masked man replied.

"I advise you to throw the thing in your hand. We don't have much time. The Italians will soon start a citywide search." The masked man gestured to Julian to keep up, not waiting If the other party agreed, he turned around and hurried towards the other side of the street.

At this time, the French may have a second choice. Julian stood up hard to catch up with the masked man. At this time, he can only pray that the previous words of the other party are true. This person I really want to help myself.

"That place is not very far from here. We didn't expect you to turn in this direction." The masked man slowed down and turned to Julian.

"I noticed you are talking about us?" Julian said breathlessly.

"Yes, my comrades and I, a group of like-minded companions," the masked man replied proudly.

The two quickly walked through the alleys, and Julian didn't know how many turns he followed each other, and finally came to a house. The French noticed that the wall here is much higher than the neighbors. . The masked man ran to the corner of the street, looked out and looked around.

"Okay, let's go in here." The masked man opened a wooden board beside the courtyard wall, revealing a small door on the wall, which was decorated with a metal fence carved with exquisite patterns.

"This is a dog hole?" Julian resisted psychologically.

"No, just a vent for ventilating the yard." The masked man forcibly removed the metal fence.

"Don't hesitate, we don't have much time."

"Okay." What can the French expect at this point, he leaned over and quickly climbed over the hole.

"Welcome to you, Mr. Julian." Someone in the yard had been waiting for his arrival. When the French appeared, the other party immediately greeted him warmly.

It was a middle-aged man in a brown silk robe, with a beautifully trimmed beard on his chin, a snow-white Arab turban wrapped around his head, a gold-woven waistband in his waist, and a Persian dagger inserted in the waistband. The large gems dazzled in the noon sun.

This looks like a character who came out of the story of One Thousand and One Nights. It seems that he doesn't care about the mess on Julian's head and body. He stepped forward and embraced the French and kissed warmly. Julian's face.

"I am Said Bin Nabhani, you can call me Nabhani. Mr. Julian, my dear friend." Nabhani spoke fluent French, although he let go of Julian, but Still holding each other's hands tightly.

"What happened just now surprised you. I apologize for the reckless behavior of my friends."

Nabhanira took Julian to the corner of the yard under the pergola, where the floor was covered with a fine wool rug, with a delicately carved short table in the middle, and the table was full of rich food and various Fruits. The French were totally confused at this time, and could only be at the mercy of this passionate master who had gone too far.

"Go get some water, let Mr. Julian wash it, and then get a clean robe and headscarf." Nabhani ordered to the servant standing beside him.

"Please sit down, Mr. Julian, you should be thirsty. I have refreshing milk tea here." The Arab greeted enthusiastically.

"Please wait, this Mr. Nebhani, I am very grateful to your friends for bringing me here, and thank you for your hospitality. I want to know what this is for, I believe I have never I have seen you and your companions. Who are you, why you want to help me, and where did you get my name? These questions are very important to me. I hope you can tell me the answer now." Julian Only then did he relax, and he raised his doubts to the other party loudly.

"Nezal didn't tell you just now?"

"No"

"Well, this is also in his temperament."

Nabhani sat down on the carpet, picked up a beautiful teapot, and poured milk tea into a silver bowl.

"We are [Heilding], an organization dedicated to overthrowing the evil colonial rule of the Italians. Perhaps you have never heard of us before, but believe me, the Italians will soon tremble under this name. "The Arabs scratched their beautiful beards and handed the milk tea to Julian.

"Thank you, Mr. Nabhani." Julian took the silver bowl, took a sip, and was immediately conquered by the sweet fragrance.

"I'm glad you like this, don't worry, there are many here." Nabhani said with a smile on his face.

"You haven't told me, how did you know my name, and why did you come to help me. Was the person who shot you just now?" Julian asked eagerly while holding the tea bowl.

"Your superior has been in contact with us for a long time. We have provided a lot of help before. This time it is time for us to return to our friends. In fact, when you have just set foot on the land of Libya, you are already under our protection. .

This incident is really an accident. These military police have never ran to the street at this time. Fortunately, our soldiers shot in time, so that you will not fall into the hands of those evil colonists. "Nehhani reclined on the soft pillow and answered the French question with a smile.