"I've never been worried about the Desert Storm operation being frustrated, because it's not going to happen. Xu Jun stood in front of the map table with his hands folded and his head bowed to look at the sand table carefully made by the Army General Staff.

"These Arabs are no longer the desert lions of the past, and even their most powerful Aspartian dynasty still relied on foreign slaves and mercenaries for foreign wars, and it was the Mamluks bought by the caliph from the Black Sea who fought to the death against the crusaders, and it was the Kurdish Saladin who commanded the army." The Reich Führer lowered his arm and leaned on the edge of the table with one hand.

"You are absolutely right, the battle is going very well at the moment, my Führer" Keitel put on his monocle and took a document from his adjutant's hand: "This is the report sent by General Quchreel this afternoon, and I haven't had time to send it for you to see." ”

"The 26th Infantry Division crossed the Saudi border in the early hours of this morning, and the troops met only slight resistance, and at half past six in the morning, the 26th Reconnaissance Battalion seized the vital water source of Al-Beida Springs," Keitel reported.

"In this position, my Führer." Yodel took a whip and lit it on the sandbox.

"It's not very far from the border, is this an oasis?" Xu Jun walked over to Yodel and looked down.

"Yes, my Führer, the largest source of water in the vicinity, so a large number of Arab herders gathered. There was originally a nearby village, but it was destroyed by the Ikhwan army in a rebellion twelve years ago and has never been rebuilt. Yodel reported.

"I remember the report I got at breakfast that they had taken the Isavi coconut." Xu Jun clicked on a small town on the sand table and said.

"You remember right, my Führer, the 77th Infantry Regiment, captured the village at 7 a.m. and suppressed the four surrounding towns and villages." Kettel replied respectfully.

"The 26th Infantry Division is advancing rapidly along this road and is expected to reach Naibk Abu Qasr by six p.m., where the corps command is preparing to spend the night today." Yodel added.

"The German infantry division advanced one hundred and thirty kilometers on the first day." Xu Jun measured the distance on the military map hanging on the wall.

"In order to avoid a disconnect between the front and back of the troops, the 21st Armored Regiment has slowed down the pace of the assault, and the first task of the African Army is now to carve out a supply line, and Qu Hillel is determined to take Sekakai tomorrow, where he will establish the first logistics station in Saudi Arabia." Keitel introduced.

"Beware of sneak attacks by local tribes, these Arabs are very good at this." Xu Jun picked up a magnifying glass and carefully examined the names of the villages marked on the map.

"The High Command has given your order to use limited force to retaliate against enemy villages if the officer deems it necessary, but it must be reported to the command afterwards." Kettel said respectfully.

"I don't want to see the massacre of civilians happen, but I also don't want to see my own soldiers slaughtered, this is a brutal war, it's not a child's house, how to grasp the balance between it, it's up to Qu Hillel to understand it himself." Xu Jun's eyes became sharp, and even made Kettel feel a tingle.

"Yes, my Führer."

"What's the reaction from the Saudi government?" Xu Jun put one hand in his trouser pocket, and the other hand played with a box of matches on the table.

"The Saudis do not yet have a diplomatic presence in our country, but their envoy in France asked to meet with our consul in Paris at noon today." Willle reports.

"The consul received him?"

"No, my Führer, no one will engage with the Saudi government without your permission." Wehrle replied.

"We are not prepared to declare war with the Saudi government, this is an act to uphold justice, not a war. This has to be clarified. ”

"Yes, I conveyed your meaning to Consul Hall at that time." Weirle replied respectfully.

"Let the countries around the Arabian Peninsula know this, and an alliance with Saudi Arabia will not end well. As soon as the operation began, I ordered that all external channels in Saudi Arabia be cut off, and that in the world, people only need to hear our voices. Xu Jun took a cigar from Tysenhowen.

"Tomorrow the newspapers in Berlin and Hamburg will publish special articles for this purpose, my Führer." Weierle struck a match and lit a cigar for Xu Jun.

"France and the United Kingdom will also launch a simultaneous campaign to let the people of the world know that we have good reasons to launch this righteous action. We are here to protect the security of Iraq and the protectorates of Transjordan, Syria, and Yemen, and to save the civilians oppressed by the Saudi royal family, to bring down the evil tyrants of the desert, and to return the throne to the Hashemite family, who have ruled Mecca for generations. With that, Weirle shook out the match and threw it into the ashtray.

"It's important, Werle, that we have to be on the side of justice." Xu Jun smiled and spat out a ball of smoke.

"There is no doubt about it, my Führer." Weirle bowed his head respectfully.

"You are the embodiment of justice, my Führer." Keitel slapped his ass angrily.

"The people of the empire will be proud of this, my Führer." Yodel is by no means far behind.

"Even if you say that, I won't feel complacent." Xu Jun raised his face and said.

"It's really wise", "It's really atmospheric", "It's great, it's great"

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At seven o'clock in the afternoon, when the workers were returning home from work for dinner, the streets of Berlin soon became busy, the trams were crowded with passengers rushing home, and some people were even half hanging outside the carriages, and the police on the streets were so accustomed to this that as long as people did not fall off the trains, they would open their eyes and act as if they did not see them.

Mr. Henry, a reporter from the Berlin correspondent station of the British "Daily Mail", drove a moped and rushed across the intersection before the signal lights flipped over, and then parked the car firmly on the side of the road in front of the office building of the press station.

Henry walked briskly into the sleek revolving door with his briefcase in his hand, and into the marble-floored elevator.

"Good evening, Mr. Henry." The janitor greeted him politely.

"Hello, Mr. Barker."

"How's it going today? Mr. Henry. ”

"It's still the same, running around, how are you, Buck."

"I've got my old leg problem back."

"I know a very good doctor, I'll find his business card for you later." The elevator doors opened, and Henry stepped into the elevator as he spoke.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Henry." The janitor bowed in gratitude.

With the push of the button, the elevator began to rise slowly, and Henry tucked the briefcase under his armpit and pulled out an envelope from the inside pocket of his coat.

The elevator stopped suddenly, Henry put the envelope back in his pocket, then looked up, and found that this was not the floor he was going to, and looked through the iron fence door, and several tall figures stood in front of the elevator door.

The iron fence door opened, and several large men in tweed suits walked into the elevator. To avoid trouble, Henry took a step back and leaned against the back wall of the elevator. The elevator continued to ascend, and when it stopped again, it was already on the floor where the reporter station was located.

"I'm here, gentlemen, please give way."

Henry greeted politely, trying to pass through the men. But the two big men blocked the door, without the slightest intention of giving in, Mr. Henry felt that something was wrong, and opened his mouth to call for help, which was only seven or eight meters away from the office, and now there were at least three editors on duty, and he must be able to hear his shouts. But before Henry could shout, a large hand covered his mouth and nose from behind.

"Don't make a sound, or I'll kill you." A glittering dagger dangled in front of Henry's eyes.

"You're Maurice. Henry? A man with a fleshy face asked. Mr. Henry looked at the other man in fear and nodded vigorously.

"Good." The man turned and pressed the button on the second floor.

The man behind him let go of the big hand covering his mouth and nose, but before Henry could take a breath, a wet handkerchief covered his mouth and nose again, and Mr. Henry smelled a pungent smell of chemicals, and before he could tell what it was, he was already unconscious.

PS: Chapter 2 is presented, sorry for being a little late.

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