The morning sun leapt over the horizon, and the glow shone on the outer walls of the desert inn, dyeing the clay-coated masonry walls a strange orange red, and the shadows of the buildings moved quickly with the rising sun, and the feet of the sentry a moment before ran behind the tent in a blink of an eye.

The Germans did not leave the station, and in fact there were still a lot of men and equipment coming here day and night.

Every few hours, several transport planes flew in from the direction of Yanbu Port, and after dropping supplies and personnel over the post station, they flew away in a southeasterly direction. The planes were destined for the German advance base, a temporary field airfield made of prefabricated steel plate elements with a radio call sign called "Gravel".

By this time, the Afrika Army had captured the ancient Saudi city of Haier and controlled dozens of surrounding villages, and the tribal forces defending the city were routed in the desert, and the remaining residents did not resist, and the German troops easily drove into the town.

Everything was done according to the millennia-old rules of the desert, and the Germans were not the first conquerors of these desert towns, nor would they be the last.

The locals are following Saudi doctrine, but at this moment no one stands up to fight the invaders. As mentioned above, these ordinary townspeople, whose main business is planting, handicrafts and commerce, were purged and plundered by the Ikhwan militia during the Ikhwan movement because of their comfortable living conditions, all in the name of religion, and the supreme imam behind the scenes was Ibn Saud, now the monarch of Saudi Arabia.

In the war-torn Middle East, city dwellers have always been the target of prey, and no matter which faction occupies the town, the local residents will honestly submit to the rule of the other party.

In the eyes of these Arab inhabitants, the Germans were not much different from the tribal forces, and as long as they did not interfere with their faith and life, they were happy to keep peace with the invaders.

At first, the city's religious leaders and resident elders began to negotiate with the German commanders with trepidation, and soon the Germans got the answers they wanted.

The Germans stated that the Wehrmacht had no intention of occupying the land, and that the Imperial Army had come to punish the Saudi royal family, and that they would leave when the war was over. As a result, the local population can live and work as they have done before, and the Wehrmacht will not interfere with this.

To the delight of the elders, the Germans were not prepared to plunder the wealth of the city, nor were they in any intention of collecting taxes from the inhabitants, and the operation of the Presbyterian Church was not restricted, but rather more autonomous.

The Germans were also prepared to buy local products and food at market prices, and the Arabs could choose between Turkish gold coins or German-made light weapons.

The elders all chose German weapons, which were good things that money could not buy in normal times. The Saudi royal family strictly controls the domestic arms trade, and some powerful tribes have their own channels for importing weapons, while the inhabitants of towns and villages like these are only pipe dreams.

An important precondition for all these preferential policies was that no one was allowed to attack German personnel, and if anyone was found to have harmed a German soldier, the Germans would retaliate tenfold and hundredfold. This was echoed by the elders, who said that there would always be hot-headed young men who would do something embarrassing, but the council of elders promised to keep their inhabitants in strict restraint and prevent conflicts as much as possible.

Now let's turn our gaze back to the station, where the wake-up call sounds, and the encamped German troops begin a new day's activities. Although this ancient post station is not small, it obviously cannot accommodate all the German units, and the infantry alone is almost half a battalion, not to mention the armored troops of Lieutenant Sparous.

The 38T tank faced the desert ancient trade route and lined up in two arc-shaped defensive lines. The infantry camp was close to the wall of the station, and the small sand-yellow triangular tents surrounded almost the entire station. There was plenty of water here, and the sappers installed a pumping machine driven by a petrol motor at the ancient well, and the clear spring water filled the tanks of every water truck.

The sand at the bottom of the post station has been cleared by the Germans, the communications squad has erected a row of radio antennas on the roof, and a huge swastika flag hangs down against the wall, and this historic old building has been transformed into a German fortress.

Lieutenant Colonel Randolph, dressed in a black SS uniform, stood in front of the inn door with his hands crossed and looked up at a group of sappers who had installed sash windows in the original window openings.

"Lieutenant Colonel, let's hurry up and get in, Colonel Dogen may already be in a hurry." Jürgen stood behind Randolph and reminded.

"Ah, yes, you can't keep the chief waiting." Randolph nodded in reply, then pressed down on the brim of his hat.

"Unstoppable, Lieutenant Colonel." Jürgen reminded in a whisper.

"Can't stop it?" Randolph turned his face to reveal a noticeable dark circle on his right eye.

With an expression of disbelief on his face, Huergen shook his head regretfully at Randolph.

"Why are you looking at me like this, it was just an accident, I accidentally hit the door frame last night." Randolph explained to the former Gestapo.

"Everyone was in a tent last night, and there was a door frame for you to hit somewhere." Jürgen was slandered, and of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to expose Randolph's clumsy lies to his face.

"It is worthy of the black knight next to the Führer, Colonel Dogan is so sharp, this move must be the rumored punch to seal the eyes." Looking at Colonel Dogan's record, the former Gestapo couldn't help but secretly admire.

Dougan still gave Randolph a little bit of thin noodles in front of outsiders, and he kept it from having a seizure after landing on the ground, but when it was time to rest at night, the colonel asked to live in the same tent as Randolph, and when he got up the next day, Randolph had a conspicuous mark on his face.

"It's a hit, you've been to the secret police, you should be able to distinguish this kind of scar." Randolph had a hint of threat in his eyes.

"Of course, it's absolutely true, with my experience in handling cases for so many years, I know at a glance that this is hitting the door frame." Jürgen nodded vigorously, if he dared to say a word at this time, the end would be absolutely predictable.

"But others may not understand these ......," Randolph looked at Ürgen with a fierce look in his eyes.

"I can testify for you... Ah no, I'll be responsible for explaining it to them. A cold sweat broke out in Hurgen, and at the moment he was willing to torture a hundred suspects rather than face this SS captain, who might be embarrassed at any moment.

"Very well, Major Jürgen, I have always felt that you are a very competent officer, and I will mention this to the Führer when I meet him." Randolph patted Jürgen's arm hard.

"Thank you very much, Lieutenant Colonel Randolph." Jürgen was overjoyed and said that if the Führer could remember his name, the future of his career would no longer be a problem.

In ancient China, this was called Jian Zai Dixin, and it was a shortcut to the promotion of officials, because when the person in power made certain appointments, he usually chose the person who had an impression in his mind. Xu Jun's bag has already contained many such people, and their deeds have been buried in the dust of history, and in this time and space, they will have the opportunity to show their abilities to the world.

"No thanks, isn't it right for friends to help each other?" Randolph said with a smug face, "You know what? Major Jürgen, the Führer trusted me very much, and remember that it was in France...."

"Lieutenant Colonel..."

"Don't interrupt, listen to me, you must know that the Führer was still a deputy at that time..."

"Lieutenant Colonel—" Urgen said.

"Huh? Are your eyes in the sand? Randolph looked curiously at the SS major, who was squeezing his eyebrows.

"Hey! Reinhart! Jürgen couldn't hold it anymore, and he puffed up his chest and raised his arms in salute.

"Huh?!" Randolph turned his head in confusion, and Colonel Dogan's poker face immediately filled the entire vision.

"Good morning, sir!" Randolph stammered to his boss in the morning.

"You're late, come in with me at once, and you, Major Jürgen." Dogen coldly replied with a raised arm, then turned neatly and walked towards the inn.

"When did the Colonel come?" Randolph asked quietly.

"Just when you say that the Führer trusts you very much," replied Jürgen, holding his forehead in his hand.

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