The 'fire' near the sandstone ended quickly, and the twenty slave soldiers were unable to fulfill the prince's instructions, and in the face of the heavy firepower on the vehicle, these men only lasted less than two minutes. шщш.(vii) (ix) x.S.сом Update is so fast.

Twenty-millimeter shells easily 'holed' through the bunkers where they were hiding, whether they were sandbags, camel carcasses, or slave warriors hiding behind, they were torn to shreds under the fierce cannon fire.

The German reconnaissance vehicles did not exert much effort at all, they simply turned the turret, then aimed and 'fired', and then repeated the above procedures again, and the battle was extremely tedious. The cruel 'nature' of modern warfare is undoubtedly 'revealed' at this moment, and in the face of overwhelming 'sex' firepower, there is no room for individual bravery to be expressed.

After confirming that the enemy forces in front of them had been routed and most of the rest were fleeing deep into the desert, the reconnaissance vehicle radioed Lieutenant Sparu. The armored company was advancing at full speed, and it failed to catch up with the battle, which made the armored company commander feel a little depressed, and he knew that he should have rushed directly with the company headquarters.

However, Lieutenant Sparou also got two pieces of good news that made up for all his regrets, not only did they find the missing reconnaissance crew, but they also found another German unit, most likely the crash survivors of the command.

"Understood, Sergeant Schneider, you can first clear the outer area and make sure there are no hidden enemies nearby and tell the two pilots that we are coming here, over." Sparo released the button on the headset and then gestured to Sergeant Rem who was staring at him.

"William, you immediately take your platoon to turn to the southwest, the reconnaissance squad reports that there is an Arab force retreating into the desert, see if you can stop them, the other side is mostly infantry, and the speed of movement will not be too fast." Sparrow commanded.

"Second row received, are you sure it's in that direction?" The platoon commander of the second platoon asked over the radio.

"The information we have so far is like this, and it depends on your luck whether you can catch them or not, William. If you don't find any trace of the enemy, you return with the second platoon, remembering to keep in touch with the company headquarters at all times. Sparrow replied.

"Yes, sir." The second platoon commander replied very simply.

With the order given, five 38t tanks left the marching column, turned their heads and moved quickly to the southwest. This light tank produced in the Czech Republic is still 'quite 'well' adapted to the terrain of the Arabian Peninsula, where it can continue to run at speeds of 30 kilometers per hour, provided that there are no problems with the heat dissipation of the engine.

"Company commander, are those people the important people that the headquarters asked us to find?" Rem still couldn't resist asking.

"I don't know, I hope it's them, Rem." After speaking, Sparou stood in the captain's seat and leaned out from the entrance of the command tower.

"I saw a Type 222 wheeled armored vehicle, it must be a search force sent by the Afrika Korps." Horn ran down from the roof of the building with the Lee Enfield rifle in his hand, and he excitedly reported his findings to Randolph.

"Did you hear the firing just now, it must have beaten those bastards badly." Ensign Krieger's face was full of joy at this time.

"Lieutenant Colonel, we should immediately fire 'fire' flares to identify us." Jürgen suggested.

"Gentlemen, now that the enemy has been routed, this oasis is now under the control of the German Empire." Looking at the companions who surrounded him, Randolph said with a calm face.

"Second Lieutenant Krieger, immediately 'fire' two green 'color' flares to show that we are friendly forces."

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Lieutenant Wenzel."

"Yes, Lieutenant Colonel."

"Go to the roof and hang our flag."

"Wait, you say the flag?!"

"We occupy this place, and of course we have to hang up the flag."

"Understood, I'll go right away, Woodman, you come with me."

"Don't let your guard down, the enemy hasn't gone far, and we still have to hold on to this place until we join up with the big forces." Randolph stood with one hand on his hips and chest, posing in the standard pose of an ancient hero in an oil painting.

"Oasis conqueror, it doesn't sound majestic enough, or it doesn't sound like the Lord of the Spring, what title should I add? It's hard to come up with a name. Looking at the well in the middle of the courtyard, Randolph began to think—

"Sir, the command is calling, and the forward troops have found Lieutenant Colonel Randolph." The radioman reported loudly.

"What? Give me the headphones. Dougan strode over to the radio 'manipulation' station and took the spare headset from the Air Sergeant. At this time, radio technology was not yet capable of long-distance voice communication, so what was heard in the headphones was "Didi Da Da" Morse code.

"Ask them and find out the exact location of the lieutenant colonel." Colonel Dogan ordered with a straight face.

"Yes, sir." The radioman hurriedly pressed the electric button of the transmitter.

"Command call back, at Hamill Spring." The sergeant reported to Dogen.

"Hamill Spring?! Isn't that at the b airdrop location? An Air Force major said in surprise from the sidelines.

"Well, God has always favored Randolph." Dogan took off his headphones and let out a long sigh of relief.

The colonel walked back to his seat and looked out the window to see a large group of transport planes flying in formation with the Führer's plane.

Half of the Luftwaffe's military transport planes deployed in Africa are here, with two squadrons of forty-eight Junkers Ju52s, and the cabin is full of supplies. Along with this air supply operation, there are also 20 Bristol "Bombay" transport planes of the British Air Force, which are mediocre transport planes, but like "Juncker Aunt", they can be used as bombers with a little modification.

Such a large airdrop formation is not just for Sparu's company to transport supplies, it is only one of the goals of the airdrop operation, which is a joint air-ground operation, the goal is to replenish all combat units that have left the supply line.

Saudi nomadic tribes are not very dependent on roads, and they often camp in small oases far from roads, which means that German troops attacking such targets often have to stay away from logistical transport lines.

Colonel Dougan decided to participate in the operation on an impromptu basis, as two of the drop sites were close to Randolph's missing area, and he wanted to search for Randolph's traces from the air himself.

What he didn't expect was that the search force found Randolph so quickly, and Colonel Dogen was relieved to hear that this 'worrying' subordinate was unharmed.

"Order the pilot to immediately turn around and fly to point B." Dogen turned his face and ordered to the Air Force Major.

"But Colonel, the formation has to go to point A first." The Major replied.

"Then get out of formation, we have autonomy." Dogan grimaced.

"Yes, Colonel." The Air Force Major did not dare to argue anymore, the SS colonel, with a warrant from the Führer, had amazing privileges here.

The huge "Imperial One" fuselage was slightly tilted, and it began to turn smoothly under the captain's "operation".

"Sir, we'll be above the target in ten minutes." The Air Force Major reported.

"Can we land in the target area?" Dougan asked.

"I'm afraid not, sir, we don't know what's going on the ground." The Major replied.

"I see, thanks." Dogen nodded, and then turned his gaze back to the window again—

"Sir, the command ordered us to fortify our place and prepare to receive airdrops." Rem ran into the inn from outside the house with a telegram.

"Is the identification board laid?" Sparrow turned his face to ask the deputy company commander.

"It's all paved." The deputy company commander replied.

At that time, the method of identifying open spaces throughout Europe was similar, with conspicuous identification signs during the day and several bonfires lit at night. The German Army is issued with foldable ground identification plates and identification cloths, with different colors on the front and back, which can be replaced as required to prevent them from being grasped and used by the enemy.

Historically, the Germans also liked to use the flag as a ground identification mark, but this only had to be done on the premise that the Luftwaffe had air supremacy in the area, otherwise it would have been a suicide tactic.

"What supplies will be dropped from above this time?" Randolph holds a cup of coffee with a smile on his face. Unexpectedly, these armored soldiers still carried coffee pots with their cars, and for the survivors who had just experienced a 'fierce' battle, it was a complete pleasure to taste a cup of fragrant coffee at this time.

"Mainly consumable fuel and fresh water, we have plenty of food this time, the cooking class is already preparing lunch, today's recipe is potato stew beef 'meat', and we also brought Sicilian wine." Sparo's tone was a little flattering, although he couldn't figure out the true identity of this SS lieutenant colonel, but judging from the attitude of the command, he was definitely a big man who could not be offended.

"Sicilian wines, make me look forward to lunch now." Randolph said with a smile.

"Airplanes! Nine o'clock is approaching. The lookout post on the roof shouted loudly, and there was a faint humming sound in the air.

"It came a little earlier than I expected." Sparrow said to Randolph.

"Interesting, it's the first time I've encountered an airdrop, so be sure to take a closer look." Randolph strode out of the inn with his coffee cup in hand.

"How come there is only one plane?" Captain Horn was already standing in the courtyard, his hands on the pergola looking at the sky.

"Maybe it's the lead." Ensign Krieger replied with some hesitation.

"Can you recognize the model?" Jürgen asked.

"It should be a Type 200." Krieger is still very confident in this regard.

"Isn't that a reconnaissance plane?" Although Uergen is not an expert, he has also read many pictorial magazines of the Air Force.

"There are also transport aircraft models, you know, it was designed to be a passenger plane." Speaking of airplanes, Krieg became excited.

"The plane looks familiar." Randolph held his coffee cup and looked up at the four-engine transporter slowly hovering overhead.

"Something has been dropped." Major Jürgen was sharp-eyed, and he noticed a black dot falling from the plane.

"The parachute is open, is there an airdrop barrel hanging underneath?"

"No, it seems to be a person. Is it a paratrooper? Look! Jump down one more. The German officers and soldiers present began to talk nonsense.

"In the telegram from the legion headquarters, did you mention that you want to send someone over?" Jürgen asked Sparu.

"No, the telegram doesn't say anything about it at all." Lieutenant Sparrow was also confused at the moment.

"It's kind of weird." Looking at the parachute that was getting closer and closer to the ground, Randolph suddenly felt a chill in his back.

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