Back in the evening, after the Germans had set up camp at the inn, the cooks began to cook the troops' dinner for the day, and the smoke from the field kitchen drifted in the wind in the setting sun.

Normally, the German army will set up a special catering office for the management of the troops' catering in the divisional unit, which is headed by three colonels and subordinates of more than 20 non-commissioned officers of various ranks and 15 ordinary soldiers, whose task is to count the actual number of meals in the unit every day, control and manage the distribution of food and raw materials, and submit the checked data to the logistics unit of the group army for archiving.

The headquarters of the 21st Armored Regiment is not equipped with a separate food management department, and the regimental headquarters is only responsible for the food rationing of the troops directly under the headquarters, and the food of the subordinate battalions and companies is managed by the logistics department of the regiment headquarters.

Each battalion has its own supply unit, such as a field kitchen, which is standard for battalion and company units. Each battalion will have one or two large field kitchens, and each company will usually have a light field kitchen, which will not only cook hot food for all officers and men, but also provide hot water for officers and men to drink every day.

Behind the truck of the mechanized field supply squad of the Sparo Company, a 1914 type field cooking vehicle was towed, and at present, almost all field units of the German army are using this kind of equipment designed during World War I, because the performance can still meet the needs of most troops, so the German army has not yet prepared to develop replacement products.

The mechanized infantry also carried a cooking trailer of the same model, which, in conjunction with the field kitchen of the armored company, could cook the food needed by 250 soldiers at a time, so theoretically only an hour for everyone in the camp to have a hot meal.

The key issue is water, with which the chefs can cook the dishes that the soldiers love, and without water, everyone can only nibble on the tin cans and biscuits. The two field kitchens had been operating with the troops since the day of the attack, and this time, with an unlimited supply of clear spring water, the cooks finally found an opportunity to show their skills.

Germany's field kitchens are unexpectedly small, for example, there are only two cooks and assistant cooks in the company-level kitchens, and they usually need to prepare food for the officers and soldiers of the company in a very short time, and the work intensity can be said to be very large, so these field cooks are jokingly called "kitchen bulls" in the German army.

"Your coffee, sir." Sparorian's cook, Sergeant Moore, graciously poured steaming coffee into Dogan's cup.

The two-wheeled field cooker trailer was equipped with a 60-liter coffee pot on one side, which could brew all the coffee needed in one sitting, but historically the German coffee beans were cut off, and the coffee pot was usually used only to boil water.

"Thank you, Sergeant." Dougan nodded at the cook in thanks.

"Sir, today's dinner is beef stew with curry potatoes." The chef taps the rim of the pressure cooker with a spoon.

"It's good, I can't wait." Dougan said with a smile.

In general, the Germans pay the most attention to lunch, usually two or three hot dishes, although not a delicacy, but also meat and vegetarian nutrition, compared to a variety of lunches, the German dinner can be called simple, usually just tea or coffee with rye bread and cheese.

Because the troops were gnawing on dry food for the past two days, everyone was looking forward to eating a normal meal, and the commander was so good that he deliberately revised the recipe for the day. To this end, the Afrika Army Command also very thoughtfully airdropped the black bread baked that day, this staple food has both nutrition and calories, and is easy to preserve, and has always been the main military food of the German army. The bread company that baked bread was under the command of an army group or division, which shows the importance that the Germans attached to this food.

"Sir, there's a situation to report to you." Captain Horn walked over to Colonel Dougan and whispered to him.

"Say it, Captain Horn."

"We just interrogated some of the prisoners, and one of them told us something." Horn turned his head to look in both directions.

"Let's go over there." Dogan saw that the captain had some scruples, so he pointed to an empty space not far away.

The German troops were busy recovering the airdrop all afternoon, because of the sudden wind in the sky, as a result, parachutes with drop barrels floated everywhere, and the farthest drop box was more than two kilometers away from the station. The drops continued intermittently into the evening, and by the time the camp was all settled, the sun had begun to set over the horizon.

The Germans had no time and little interest in interrogating the prisoners, the Arab Janissaries only spoke Arabic, and ordinary German soldiers only learned a few simple phrases before departure, such as "Stop, don't move!" Hands up! The two sides simply can't communicate normally.

The captives were all taken into the inn by the Germans, and Prince El Fasher was given some preferential treatment, allowing him to have a separate holding room. When the camp was almost cleaned up, the Germans remembered to interrogate the prisoners, and it happened that there were a few professionals here, and Major Jürgen became the chief of the interrogation.

"Tell me, Captain, what the hell is that prisoner of war telling us?" After standing still in the clearing, Dawn asked Horn.

"The prisoner of war, named Merzoug, confessed that he was a slave soldier in the Saudi royal forbidden army."

"We've known this before, and that Prince Fasher isn't lying." Dogan nodded.

"Actually, he lied, and I mean the prince." "He was not a prince of the Habtu tribe at all, he was the nephew of Ibn Saud and the heir to the Saudi throne," Horn said. ”

"Ibn Saud?" Dogan raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, sir, what I just said may be a little inaccurate, this prince is relatively low in the ranks, and he may not be his turn to inherit the throne in his lifetime, but he is indeed a member of the royal family." Horn reports.

"Go on, Captain." The prince deliberately concealed his identity, probably fearing persecution by the Germans, but Dogen subconsciously felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.

"Let the prince lead the forbidden army to this place, it is said that it was an order from the Saudi king himself." Horn said.

The exact content of the order was known only to the prince and his two henchmen. However, the captive had overheard the prince and several of his personal guards talking about the fact that they had come to retrieve the treasures that had been buried here in the royal family's early years. Speaking of treasures, the captain of the army especially accentuated his tone.

"Treasure?" Douggen's eyes widened in surprise, this answer was a far cry from his guess.

"Yes, a great treasure, worth enough to buy all of Jerusalem." Horn replied with a nod.

"Do you believe what this soldier says? Captain Horn. Dogan picked up the coffee in his hand, lowered his head and took a sip.

"I have carefully interrogated Major Jürgen and I, and Major Jürgen said that with his many years of experience in judging cases, seventy percent of this man's words are true."

"So does this person know exactly where the treasure is buried?"

"He's just an ordinary squad leader, and he's a slave, and there's no way he'll have access to such a secret, but I'm sure that Prince Fasher must know the details." Horn stood tall in front of Dogen: "Sir, I ask you to allow Major Jürgen and me to question Prince El Fasher, as some drastic tactics may be used, so your permission must be obtained. ”

"How sure is Jürgen?" Dogen asked with a frown.

"I don't know this very well, but judging by Major Huergen's confident look, there should be more than sixty percent." Horn replied hesitantly that he didn't want to lie to Colonel Dogan.

"Well, I agree with you interrogating the prince, but you have to warn Ürgen that it's best not to leave any obvious injuries, especially—" Dougan gestured to his face.

"Yes, don't worry, Colonel Dogan." Horn nodded in agreement.

"Ask a few more of the other captives, maybe they know something, and yours and Jürgen will be responsible for it." After speaking, Dogen raised his head and took a sip of the coffee in his hand.

PS: Thank you for your understanding, busy affairs, so today's update only has one chapter.