Water is the source of life, and no one understands the meaning of this phrase better than the Bedouins, and it is interesting to note that these same proud desert people have an unusual fear of water.

Only a small percentage of them have learned to swim because they live in an environment that lacks the conditions for them to learn this skill. The same environment has also created them, and the harsh state of existence has tempered the tenacious and strong character of the desert people, and with a little training, they can become excellent cavalry and samurai.

Fasher didn't look tough enough, at least compared to his guards, the prince was a bit of a humiliation. But it is understandable that El Fasher never imagined that he would one day enjoy the legendary waterboarding, although the Arab Empire had the same punishment, but it was not used for interrogation, but for the execution of officials who disobeyed Harry's orders.

Prince Fasher could not hold even the most basic breath, and when the cold spring water poured down his respiratory tract into his lungs, Fasher was almost terrified.

Captain Horn recorded the entire interrogation in his private diary, and half a century later, these pages were the only surviving written record of the event, which was eventually bought by the government of the Arab Kingdom of Internal Governance and permanently sealed.

"I've never seen anyone struggle as hard as the man in front of him, and as soon as he put down the plank, he began to drown, and I could see bubbles churning on the water, reminiscent of a boiling teapot. The prince's hands were firmly tied to his sides, and he scratched frantically with his fingers at the plank beneath him, so that a fingernail of his index finger broke and turned up, and in order to prevent him from further hurting himself, Major Jürgen ordered the prince to be put on a pair of leather gloves. Captain Horn wrote.

The Gestapo torture experts, who usually used only an iron bucket or basin, liked to press the prisoner's head under the surface of the water and wait for the target to drown half to death before interrogation, and only the most determined could withstand the horrific torture of constantly hovering between life and death.

And Prince El Fasher is obviously not a person with a strong character, because he is the only son in the family, El Fasher grew up in the pampering of his parents since he was a child, although he received an Arab military education, but these skills only armed his body, and did not allow the prince to gain a strong enough heart.

So the prince soon succumbed to this terrible punishment, and he told the other party everything he knew, whether it was court privacy or state secrets, and only asked him to give him a little more respite.

The interrogators showed mechanical precision and ruthlessness, and only delayed for a minute or two when Fasher said information that interested him, but then they would put down the plank and let the prince drink from the sweet ancient spring.

"Ahem, ahem... Spare me, cough cough cough... I... Already surrendered, ahem... Can I ask my parents... Demand a ransom. Fasher coughed violently as he begged for mercy in Arabic.

"You lowly mule, you think we're bandits kidnapping tickets?" Jürgen scolded in a slightly stiff Arabic and then made a downward gesture.

"No, no, no! My lord, I was wrong! My lord! Farsher screamed, and with a wave of his hand, Graemrock stopped the plank.

"You're a cunning pig, Fasher, and you want to continue to deceive us? Tell us everything you know now! Urgen insulted the other party with words that were extremely vicious to Farsher.

"But I've told you everything I know, my lord!" Farsher finally came to his senses, and he defended himself to Ürgen with an innocent face.

"Looks like you still haven't figured it out." Looking at Fasher, whose eyes twinkled, Jurgen crouched down.

"What is your real mission this time, Farsher."

"I have said this countless times, go to the holy city of Medina and escort the Great Imams back to Riyadh." Farsher said.

"Looks like you're still a little thirsty." Jürgen said coldly.

"Wait, I said... Grunt. Before Farsher could finish speaking, the SS sergeant lowered the plank.

"Sir, what was the last thing he shouted?" Sergeant Grimlock asked with a grin.

"Put more sugar, no milk." Jürgen sat on the edge of the interrogation table and leisurely flipped through the interrogation transcript.

This time, Urgen waited for forty-five seconds, and Fasher's legs gradually stopped pedaling, and the whole person slowly went limp.

"Lift him up, this time the heat should be enough." Jürgen gently kicked the wooden manger with the tip of his boot.

"Sir, I asked, there is really a treasure." Ten minutes later, Major Huergen hurried into Dogen's command tent, and he walked up to the colonel and respectfully reported to the other party.

"Did the prince speak?" Dogen put down the lunch box in his hand, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, sir, he's confessed to everything." Jürgen reported honestly.

"Sit down, Jürgen, and tell me in detail what is going on." Dogan put on the lid of the waist lunch box and placed it on the table next to it along with the cutlery.

"Thanks, Colonel, the truth of the matter is this." Jürgen sat down in a chair at the table and began to tell Dougan the story Farsher had told him.

Although there are several ancient gold mines in the Arabian Peninsula, the production is quite tragic because of the primitive production technology. In fact, most of the wealth of the ancient Middle East came from the two rivers, Persia, India and Southeast Asia, and the gold, silver and precious stones produced in the East became the favorite of the princes and nobles of the Arab Empire after being processed by Persian craftsmen.

At the same time, because the Arab Empire was located on an important trade route connecting Eastern and Western civilizations and trade, from the establishment of the Prophet in Medina to the contribution of the Mongol Hulagu in Baghdad, the Arab Empire accumulated an astonishing amount of wealth through trade, taxation and plunder in the 626 years. Despite numerous foreign invasions, plunders and colonizations, the amount of treasure left behind by the Arab people is still a staggering figure.

During the Ikhwan movement 20 years ago, areas captured by religious militias, both in cities and towns, were systematically looted. These poor and crazy nomadic tribesmen have no scruples about plundering all the wealth they can find, because this is the power given to them by the true God, and they are engaged in a holy war.

In particular, the Hejaz Kingdom at that time was brutally robbed and purged because the inhabitants generally did not believe in Wahhabi teachings. The Ikhwan militia soon relied on looting and amassed a large fortune.

In fact, the Ikhwan militia later betrayed Ibn Saud because the king did not allow them to cross the border to rob the heretics in the British-controlled territory. The defeat of the Ikhwan rebels also began when they raided several villages of the same sect against their teachings, and from that day on they lost their religious legitimacy, as well as the support and sympathy of the people, and were finally annihilated in the dry desert by the tribal forces loyal to the king and the British colonial forces.

In the last days, the Ikhwan rebels became extremely crazy because of the desperation of the situation, they burned, killed and looted, and completely degenerated into bandits in the desert. They captured many villages and towns loyal to the king, plundered the city's wealth, and slaughtered all the inhabitants who dared to resist.

Foreseeing that defeat was inevitable, one of the rebel leaders at the time, Sultan. Root. Beagle gathered all the treasures they had plundered and buried them in a secret vault in the desert.

The leader then led the remnants of the tribe all the way east, all the way to the Kuwaiti border. The Sultan sheikh asked the British for asylum, apparently to learn from Ibn Saud and wait for the right time to make a comeback. But the problem is that the Ikhwan militia he led before had burned, killed and looted in the British-controlled area, and committed extremely serious crimes, so the British had already reached an agreement with Ibn Saud, promising not to shelter any Ikhwan territory.

As a result, Sultan and several other rebels who wanted to go with him were seized by the British authorities and extradited to the Saudi government, and Sultan and his associates were imprisoned in Riyadh by Ibn Saud, where they died in a high-security prison nine months later.

No one knows what happened to the sheikh in his last days, but what is certain is that he told Ibn Saud where the treasure was buried.

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