Xu Jun tried his best to be a sophisticated and realistic politician who did not bring personal feelings into his work, because Hitler was the best counterexample, and the Führer was often influenced by personal emotions and lost the ability to judge as he should.

But when he heard that Randolph was missing, he found that he couldn't restrain the worry in his heart, and perhaps the alcohol he had ingested before also played a role, Xu Jun's mood became extremely depressed, so he asked Weierle to send the two heads of the Security Bureau instead of him, and then returned to his bedroom alone, Tysenhofen was worried to find that the lights in the Führer's bedroom had not been extinguished that night.

The next morning, as soon as it was dawn, Xu Jun did not greet Tysenhofen, put on a full uniform, led a guard dog of the guard, and ran to the back garden of the Führer's capital for a walk.

European gardens are different from China's, where pavilions, bridges, and flowing water are full of flowers, while Europe's gardens are full of trees.

"My Führer, do you want breakfast?" Tysenhofen held Xu Jun's military coat in his hand and asked the Führer in a low voice.

"Oh? Wait a little longer, Eric, I'm not hungry yet. Xu Jun squatted on the edge of the lawn, stroking Demu's head with his hand, the black back obediently stuck out his tongue, turned over and showed his belly to the Führer, hoping that the Führer would help scratch it.

"Where is Dowagon now? Eric. Xu Jun rubbed Demu's stomach and asked his subordinates in a deep voice.

"The plane refueled in Vienna last night and is now estimated to have arrived in Tirana, and the next stop in the plan is Athens, Greece, where it will be refueled again, and the plane will fly directly across the Mediterranean to Cairo, the capital of Egypt." Tysenhofen replied respectfully.

"I hope Dougan has a smooth journey and finds Lieutenant Colonel Randolph as soon as possible." Xu Jun stood up and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and this cute thing licked his hands with saliva.

"Don't worry, my Führer, Lieutenant Colonel Randolph will be fine."

"You're worried about him, too, Eric."

"No, I'm worried about you, my Führer. It's a little cold outside today, so you might as well go back to your room as soon as possible and I'll let the kitchen prepare breakfast. The adjutant's eyes and tone were extremely determined.

"Okay, listen to you, give me the coat, and get a guard to send this guy back to the guardhouse." After taking a walk, Xu Jun's mood was much better, and he did not forget that he was the head of the empire and still had a difficult responsibility on his shoulders.

"Yes, my Führer. Follow me, you clever fellow. Tysenhofen tugged the belt of his black back and walked briskly to the side door of the Chancellery.

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"There's nothing in this area, just sand." The navigator, Sergeant Charlie, looked at the ground under the transparent window, then picked up the slide rule and calculated the plane's current position.

The Blenheim bomber removed the magazine and bombing sighting equipment, and installed two 300-gallon auxiliary fuel tanks in the original bomb magazine, which was usually used as a long-range reconnaissance and liaison aircraft, because it was not a formal standard modification, so there was no production number.

"Head, I think we should go a little further south." Sergeant Crane, the gunner on the back, poured a cup of coffee from the thermos and handed it to the captain, who looked unawake.

"What did you sense again, what did the angel say to you this time? Domlo. The captain, Second Lieutenant Ferrer, took the coffee with one hand and laughed and teased his fellow crew members. Crane looks like a big man, but he is an unusually religious believer, believing in miracles and supernatural powers in the world.

"It's not funny at all, sir." Crane shook his head and poured another cup of coffee and handed it to Sergeant Charlie who had emerged from the observation seat.

"Thank you, man, this desert is so big, we're looking for a needle in a haystack." Richard said as he turned his face to the captain.

"That's our mission, Charlie." Feller drained his coffee in one gulp and handed the empty cup to Crane.

"Come out come out, come out, baby, where are you?" Richard shrugged his shoulders, humming his own song, and returned to the observation table with his coffee cup in hand.

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"The whole company rests in place for half an hour, and we will reach the oasis on the map before noon." Lieutenant Sparou stood on top of the engine bay of his 38T, holding a microphone and commanding loudly.

The lieutenant of the armored corps wore an officer's soft combat cap, a sand-yellow Afrika military shirt, a full set of rank insignia, and a brand new Iron Cross on his chest.

The 1st Battalion and 2nd Company of the 21st Panzer Regiment had been invincible since entering the country, and the opponents were not equipped with anti-tank weapons at all, and the consequences of the Saudis' suppression of the tribal forces were undoubtedly revealed, and the German tanks were all met with camel cavalry with old-fashioned rifles and light infantry units on foot.

The nomadic tribes had no artillery at all, they lacked modern means of transportation to move around the desert with heavy equipment, and they lacked logistical supply capabilities, and the tribes' weapons were obtained through trade, and they usually did not have much ammunition in stock.

At the same time, the Bedouins lacked the means to investigate, and many tribes did not even know that war had broken out and that their land was being invaded. Twenty years ago, they would have placed a large number of ranger sentries around the camp, but now that the peace has been so long, these desert tribes have almost forgotten how to fight, and the old military traditions have long been forgotten by the younger generation, so often when the tribal warriors discover the German tracks, the tanks and motorized infantry have already begun the final charge.

The technical equipment of the second company did not suffer much loss, and the threat of those Bedouin warriors to the 38T tank was not as serious as that caused by the desert environment. The fine sand here is almost pervasive, all the parts of the tank are covered with a layer of dust, and some of the delicate equipment inside the vehicle, such as artillery sights and on-board radios, must be carefully cleaned every day during the camp break, otherwise problems may arise the next day.

To the satisfaction of the commanders, the soldiers have become accustomed to this combat environment, and the desert combat manual issued by the high command has played a huge role here, and the soldiers have learned how to survive in the desert environment, how to manage their drinking water reasonably, how to identify the direction in the desert, how to identify all kinds of harmful insects and animals, and how to find potential water sources.

Many of the methods were unfamiliar to even the officers of the British colonial army who had lived here for many years, and it is said that the author of this handbook was the Führer, and the soldiers thought that it was not impossible for His Excellency to have a great deal of knowledge.

"Sir, there's a car chasing after you!" Sergeant Rem stood in the continuum and pointed in the direction they had come. I saw dust billowing in the distance, and a three-wheeled motorcycle was speeding towards the company.

Sparou picked up the binoculars on his chest, glanced at them, turned his head with a smile and said, "It should be a herald sent by the battalion headquarters." ”

Orders and documents that are too confidential or must be given in writing cannot be transmitted by radio, and it is often necessary to send a herald in this case. The Cundap three-wheeled motorcycle roared all the way past the tank parked on the shoulder of the road, and did not slow down until it saw Sparu's command car pennant, and then stopped steadily beside the 38T.

"Lieutenant Sparous, I brought the order from the battalion headquarters, and the second company rushed really fast, I almost thought I couldn't catch up with you." One of the lieutenants in the motorcycle bucket jumped out of the car, stretching his waist and complaining loudly.

"Lieutenant Schultz, what is going on, I want you to pass the order personally." Sparu jumped from his car to the ground in surprise as he strode over to the armored lieutenant who was twisting his waist in place.

"This is the latest order for the Second Company." Schulz pulled a folded document from the map bag on his waist.

Shaking off the file, Sparu read it carefully, only to be taken aback by the first line of his head.

"Imperial High Command?!"

"Look down, lieutenant, the colonel has a warrant issued by the Führer with him." Sharpel said, pointing to the document.

"This is the glory of the 21st Panzer Regiment, so the battalion commander sent me to supervise the execution of the order." The lieutenant of the armored corps had a serious look on his face.

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