"It seems to be Ensign Henderson, Mr. Ali, your memory is so good, even if he changes his clothes, you can recognize him." Ahmed was heartily amazed.

"If you owe me so much money, I'll remember you very well." Mr. Ali replied with his hands crossed on his waist.

"How much does he owe you?"

"Fifteen Egyptian pounds."

"He lied to me for fifty piastels," the driver was furious at the thought of it.

"This pig has been hiding in the Zipirit military base all day, and there is no way to settle accounts with him, since we met him outside today..."Ali stroked the short whiskers on his chin.

"Mr. Ali, I do what you say." Ahmed held the Arab dagger at his waist.

"Very well, let's go to this guy and get that old account back." Ali made the decision.

The Egyptian pound was a gold standard currency, and Egypt was then part of the British pound zone, and the Egyptian pound was pegged to the pound sterling until the sixties of the twentieth century, when the exchange rate of the two remained at one to one.

Fifteen Egyptian pounds is not a small amount of money locally, almost enough to cover the daily expenses of a civilian family in Cairo for two months.

"It's not just the old account, but also the interest with him." Ahmed pulled out the Arab dagger from his waist and brushed it with a beautiful knife.

The two of them first parked the truck in a vacant lot on the side of the road, carefully rolled up the window and locked the door. Ahmed was then in front of Ali, and two Egyptians quietly walked towards the village by the roadside.

The architecture is simple and functional, and in order to protect the courtyard from flooding and thieves, the courtyard is often surrounded by tall walls made of mud and rammed reeds, a traditional technique that has been passed down from ancient Egypt and has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Hudson's compound was obviously owned by a wealthy man, who had painted the walls with chalk paint and a tin trim over the thick gates.

At this time, the courtyard door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap for people to pass sideways, and Ahmad carefully looked through the crack in the door to confirm that the family did not have a guard dog.

"What are you two doing here?" Someone suddenly asked behind the two.

Ali and Ahmed were startled and quickly turned their heads to look, only to find four strong men standing in front of them, wearing plaid turbans on their heads, leather bullet belts on their chests, and richly decorated Arabic scimitars around their waists.

"We're looking for Second Lieutenant Hudson." Ali replied confidently, he knew that he must not be weak at this time, otherwise he would definitely be suspected of being a thief who slipped through the door and stole it.

"Who told you Hudson lives here?" One of the leading men stepped forward and asked, and Ali felt a chill in his eyes.

"We just saw him with our own eyes, on the roof of this house." Ahmed said loudly.

"You read that wrong, there's no Second Lieutenant Hudson here." The man said coldly.

"Hudson is here, and I can recognize this damn fat man even if he cuts it into slices." Mr. Ali retorted.

"I'm making it clear, you've mistaken someone, there's no Hudson here, and there's no ensign." The man gripped the hilt of the Arab scimitar at his waist.

"Okay, okay, don't get excited, I might have really recognized the wrong person." It is obvious that his own side is not the opponent of the other side in terms of numbers and combat effectiveness, and Mr. Ali decisively admitted.

"Since you have recognized the wrong person, then don't get out of here, Allah is above, if I see you two here again, I swear that I will cut your throats." The man scolded viciously, and Ali could feel that the man was serious, and he was not lying and threatening.

"Alright, let's get out of now." Ali was just an ordinary businessman, and he didn't want to provoke this group of unidentified guys.

Ali walked away with a nod and a small step from Ahmed, who at first glance were Bedouins, the nomads of the desert who were known for their bravery and aggressiveness.

Just as the two groups were passing by, suddenly one of the Bedouin men shouted, "Wait a minute! ”。

Ali was stunned for half a second, then spread his legs and ran in the direction of the road.

"Run! Ahmed! Come on! Mr. Ali finally didn't forget to greet his driver.

Unfortunately, Ahmed's reaction was a little slower by half a beat, and by the time he wanted to slip away, the crisp sound of a steel knife coming out of the sheath was already ringing in his ears.

"Mr. Ali!" Ali heard a desperate cry from the driver behind him, followed by a series of miserable wails.

The hardware merchant did not dare to look back, he gritted his teeth and tried to run forward, as long as he rushed to the road, where there were passing vehicles and farmers working in the nearby fields, these thugs should not dare to kill people in full view.

"So you stopped our car?" Captain Deterretz asked with a frown.

"Yes, Mr. Captain, I saw the flag in your car." Ali pointed to the black SS flags hanging on either side of the front of the car.

"You should go to the local police, Mr. Ali, and we can take you to the nearest police station." Captain Deitretz said with a shrug of his shoulders. Although the Egyptian was an employee working for Germany, this was clearly not something that the SS should have intervened in, they were loyal guards of the Reich Führer, not thugs and bodyguards of Egyptian merchants.

"Thank you, Captain, I just want to get out of this place safely now." Ali couldn't wait to thank him, he was already frightened today, and he just wanted to get out of this trouble quickly.

"Ali, listen to what you said earlier, you and your chauffeur are going to go to a British officer who owes you money? What exactly is his name. Sergeant Major Merkel opened the cab door and inquired curiously about the Egyptian businessman who had used several vicious adjectives to refer to the British officer, but had never given his real name.

"Second Lieutenant Hudson, Mr. Sergeant Major." Ali replied respectfully.

"Wait... You mean Hudson?! Merkel jerked her head to look at Mr. Ali.

"What's his name? This Hudson Ensign. Dietretz's voice changed a little, and he grabbed Ali's shoulder excitedly.

"Let me think, Mr. Captain.... It seems to be Lafayette .... No, no, no.... It's Rajit.... "The Egyptians' minds are still a little confused.

"Isn't it Rajt?" Merkel reminded.

"Yes, you're right, Rajit, his name is Rajt. Henderson. Ali nodded vigorously.

"Isn't it a fat man, so tall!" Sergeant Major Merkel gestured out of thin air.

"He's a fat man, I can't tell my height, it seems to be that tall." Ali tilted his head in reminiscence.

"Wait a minute." Captain Dietretz ran to the car and leaned in from the back seat to pull out his briefcase.

"Let's see if it's the person in the photo." The SS captain excitedly pulled out a folder from his briefcase, opened it and placed it on the fender of the car.

"Yes, Captain, it's this bastard Henderson, and I recognize this disgusting fat face when I turn to ashes." Ali looked even more agitated than the captain, and he said loudly as he poked his finger at the picture.

"Found it! Captain! Merkel slapped the roof of the Mercedes hard.

"You're right, this cunning bastard really didn't run far!" Captain Deterretz happily threw his fist into the air.

"You're looking for this, too... Ensign Hudson, does he owe you money too?! Ali didn't know what the two Germans were talking about, but it was clear that they were looking for this Hudson as well.

"You have done a meritorious service, Mr. Ali, and you have found the enemy for Germany that is being pursued." Merkel pointed at Ali and said.

"Hell, we can't just leave the road exposed and move to the side of the road right away." Captain Dietretz suddenly realized that, according to Ali, Hudson had at least four other accomplices protecting him, and if one of them saw their Mercedes, he would be startled, and once the prisoners escaped right under their noses, Dietretz believed that Major Jürgen would let them go to the headquarters to clean the toilets for a year.

"You're right, Captain, Ali came and helped me." Merkel also reacted immediately, he was as experienced as the captain, and in order not to alarm the village, he did not start the engine of the car, but held the steering wheel with one hand and pushed the body of the car hard.

"Is the backup radio still in the trunk?" Dietretz ran to the back of the car to help push hard.

"It's still in the old place, and the battery is full," Merkel replied.

The three of them worked together and quickly pushed the Mercedes Benz into the reeds on the side of the road.

"We need the support of armed assault teams, how long will it take for them to get from the city?" Merkel pulled the handbrake, locked the door, and then turned to the back of the car.

"If it goes well, it will take about half an hour." Dietretz took the shortwave radio station out of the trunk and, with the help of Merkel, erected the improvised antenna.

"Now we have to find out if they are still inside, Ali's presence will definitely alarm them." Merkel turned to look at Ali, who was standing aside.

"How can I help, please just tell me straight, as long as I can get this group of people punished, I can do anything for you, this bastard killed Ahmed, he is my best employee and friend, he has worked for me for fifteen years, my whole family loves him, his son is only three years old this year..." Ali's voice choked up, and he felt a flurry of heartache when he thought of the poor driver, and he had to pay a large amount of compensation to Ali's family no matter what the outcome.

"You better forget it, if these people find you again, they will definitely cut off your head." Captain Dietretz said to the Egyptian merchant as he adjusted the frequency.

"There's one thing you can do for us, help us watch the car while we're leaving." Merkel wasn't ready to scare the hardware merchant anymore, he said to Ali seriously.

"No problem, I will keep this car firmly in mind, I swear to Allah that I will not let anyone touch it." Ali hurriedly nodded in agreement.

"They've got the signal." Dietretz held the earpiece in one hand and pressed the electric button quickly with the other.

"The armed group will leave in five minutes, and it will take ... About twenty minutes or so. The captain pressed the button a few times, then put away his headphones.

"What we need to do now is to get more information about the target, the terrain of the village, the exact location of the target, the number of people, the weaponry, whether there are outposts around." Dietretz said to Merkel.

"During this time, we also have to make sure that the other side doesn't run away early." Merkel rolled up the wire, which was the antenna, and stuffed it into the trunk of a car.

"Then let's get started, Ali, I want you to draw a sketch of where the target house is, can you do it?"

"I tried my best, but the house was recognizable, with chalk on the exterior and a long flagpole on the roof." Ali picked up a reed pole and drew a map on the dirt floor.

"Remember to give him a gun later, Merkel." Dietretz crouched beside Ali and raised his head to Merkel.

"No problem, Captain." The SS sergeant major removed his Y-strap mount from the trunk, as well as an MP40 submachine gun with a tubular silencer.

PS: Thank you all for your support, and today we present the second chapter.

Starting today, for every 200 additional monthly passes, a special chapter will be added, and in order to recover the ranking, I am ready to let it go.

I ask for your support, and the author thanks you again.

Tomorrow is still a double shift, and today I have to rest early, thank you.