"How about you listen to these words. The tracks crushed the desert thorns, the tanks roared and moved quickly, nothing could stop this force, we are the glorious African army. Hoffman, the precedent, took his small notebook and read the lyrics he had just come up with to Sergeant Rehm.

"Sounds good, gotta make a good tune for this." Rem encourages the young loader.

"After the war is over, you should go to college, Hoffman." Second Lieutenant Sparu said from the intercom in the car.

"That's true, sir, this kid is a genius." Sergeant Rem nodded in agreement.

"He might be a writer or something." The usually taciturn driver also joined in the ridicule of his comrades.

At that moment, the lights on the car radio began to beat rhythmically, and Rem covered his headphones to identify the received signal.

"It's the battalion headquarters." Rem reported to the commander, then picked up a pencil and wrote it down in the codebook.

"It's a new battle briefing, the 2nd Battalion has captured Ovikile, and the 77th Regiment of the Cologne Division is advancing towards Rafha." Rem translated the message he received.

"The battalion headquarters ordered us to continue the mission of the corps headquarters, and the air force would airdrop supplies to us at the scheduled time, and they asked us if we had any special requests. I want a cold beer, sir. Rem handed the message to the commander.

"Reply to the battalion headquarters, just say thank you for the concern of your superiors, there is no need for the time being." Sparrow folded the telegram and tucked it into the map bag around his waist.

"Don't slow down, we only have the last two kilometers left to reach our destination." The commander glanced at the driver, then returned to the conning tower.

"201, it's 213, and we noticed smoke coming up at one o'clock, about two kilometers away from us." The voice of the leader of the lead platoon came from the headphones.

The 213 tank, like the one Sparou was riding, was also a 38T command model, equipped with a two-way voice walk-around made in the Czech Republic and a long-range radio station made in Germany.

"I saw it too!" Sparrow picked up his binoculars and looked in the direction of the convoy at one o'clock, and through the dust kicked up by the car in front of him, behind the sand dunes near the horizon, several columns of black smoke rose impressively.

"Is that where we are going? I think we should send a motorcycle reconnaissance squad out to reconnoitre. The deputy company commander said on the radio.

"Well, that's it." Sparou immediately agreed to Lian Deputy's suggestion.

A four-wheeled armored vehicle pulled out of the column of the motorized infantry company, overtook the leading tank, and sped towards the position where the column of smoke was raised.

The terrain of the area is not like the Sahara or Yemeni borders, which are full of rolling sand dunes, but looks closer to parts of North Africa, with solid sand and rocky foundations exposed in some places. The German wheeled armored vehicles were no less mobile than tracked vehicles in this terrain, and even moved more flexibly than tanks because of their relatively light body weight.

"Maybe it's some nomadic tribe." Rem leaned out through the front entrance.

"That color won't be smoke, the troops will continue to move forward, and the platoons will be ready for battle." Sparrow wiped the sweat from his chin and gave the order to prepare for battle.

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"I hit him, see? I hit that bastard! Randolph shouted excitedly and replaced the MP40 with a new magazine.

"Watch to the left! They can't be allowed to come close. Captain Horn picked up his Mauser rifle and shot a white-clothed warrior to the ground.

"These people are crazy." Krieger pressed a bridge bullet into the Mauser pistol and threw the bridge board on the edge of the trench.

"Three.... Four.... Five..."Sergeant Merkel quickly pulled the bolt of the Mauser sniper rifle, and every time the top marksman pulled the trigger, a Bedouin warrior was sure to be killed.

"Where the hell did these guys come from?" Lieutenant Wenzel emptied a magazine, dropped his MP40, pulled a Browning from his waist holster, and fired a series of shots at a black warrior who was howling and raising his sword.

The ancient silver-plated helmet could not withstand the attacks of modern weapons, and the bullet easily pierced through the thin iron plate, and then burrowed into the skull protected by the iron helmet.

"These are not desert bandits, but the royal guards." Jürgen pulled the MP40's bolt and withdrew the blind bullet from the chamber. The former Gestapo had done some research on Arabia before he arrived, and with detailed information from the British, he had already recognized the identity of the enemy forces attacking him.

"Really? Major, are you sure? Horn asked aloud.

"There are a lot of blacks in them, and only the Praetorian Guard of Ibn Saud would have so many blacks." Jürgen replied loudly, then emptied the magazine of the submachine gun.

As mentioned above, at this time, the Saudi army is still divided into tribes, and there is no regular establishment at all, and each tribe provides its own armed ammunition and supplies when it goes to war, and the Saudi royal family is only a role of alliance leader and commander-in-chief.

After Ibn Saud suppressed the religious militia that opposed him, he no longer trusted any warriors who were not from his own tribe, and in order to protect himself and the members of the royal family, he formed a personal guard.

Unlike the Saudi tribal guards mentioned in the previous book, these people were only ordered by the Saudi king alone, because these people were not Arabs, but black slaves purchased by Ibn Saud from Africa.

You read that right, the Arab tribes at this time still retained the custom of keeping slaves, and some wealthy chiefs would buy themselves a few strong black slaves, usually used as guards and servants. Because of the need to buy hearts and minds, these slaves were not mistreated, the only thing they had to do was to obey all the orders of their masters unconditionally, and slaves who offended their masters or tried to escape were whipped and any slaves who resisted and betrayed their masters were punished by death.

Ibn Saud's personal guards, all black slaves, built a New Age Mamluk army and spent a great deal of effort and money on these black slave soldiers, who received the most rigorous combat training in the eyes of the Arabs, in addition to modern firearms training, they also learned to use ancient Arab swords and shields. Dressed in ancient chains and scaly armor, armed with machetes and spears, they patrolled the king's tents and palaces day and night, just like their predecessors during the Arab Empire.

Although some of the chiefs of the large tribes also had slave black warriors under their commands, only the Saudi royal family, the oil trade and the Hajj business, gave the royal family enough money to build such a slave army.

"Kill these barbarians! Watch out for both sides of the line! Randolph fired a three-shot shot that knocked a Bedouin fighter to the ground.

"There are too many of them!" Sergeant Graeme Rock threw out the last grenade on him. M24 grenades with prefabricated fragmentation sheaths on the outside blew up a circle of Bedouin warriors, and these poor creatures were riddled with holes and rolled in the sand screaming.

"They're making a detour to our flank, sir, we have to abandon our defenses." Wenzel ran up the trench to Randolph and loudly suggested to the commander.

"Leave two people to cover, and the others retreat to the courtyard." Randolph was aware of this, as the disparity between the numbers between the two sides was so great that he had no choice but to abandon the first line of defense.

"I'll stay." Captain Horn volunteered to take cover.

"And me! Sir. Merkel pulled the bolt and quickly loaded a new bridge clip.

"When everyone enters the courtyard, I will cover your evacuation." Wenzel said.

"Hurry up, the next offensive will start again." Horn pulled the bolt and unleashed a burst of fire.

PS: June is coming to an end in a blink of an eye, a new January is coming, there have been too many things in this month, and now this kind of result is not surprising,

I will repay the chapters that I owe you one after another, and the author will continue to work hard next month, and the plot will definitely be more exciting in the future.

In addition, there have been some big changes in the author in the past two days, and the update may fluctuate, and I will notify you in advance if there is a problem, so I hope you can understand.