In the early twentieth century, the Arab nation was no longer the fierce and courageous of the Abbasid period, and the nomadic customs and harsh living conditions made their ideas become philistine and realistic, and they have become accustomed to living in the shadow of the strong.

This is a group of greedy and treacherous desert bandits, this is the impression that British parliamentarians had of the Arabs during the First World War, and some even claim that the only value of these savage pagans in the world is to add some burden to the rear of the Ottomans.

At this time, the Ikhwan movement in Saudi Arabia had been suppressed by force, and with the exception of a few tribes in the Saudi core, the religious atmosphere on the Arabian Peninsula was generally not as fanatical as it was a decade later.

The Bedouin tribes had no shortage of brave and tenacious warriors, provided that they were able to obtain enough spoils to offset the losses, and if the losses exceeded the psychological expectations of the tribal elders, the morale of these nomadic troops maintained by blood and clan could easily collapse.

The German victory at the port of Yanbu is a perfect example of this, as armed gangs formed by tribal warriors and city dwellers were crushed in the face of modern armored iron cavalry.

The Arabs, who have been conquered and ruled by foreign races several times throughout their history, often surrender to a formidable opponent, like most peoples of the world.

But what happened to them this time was a special case, these warriors did not own their lives, and they would do whatever it took to fulfill their master's orders, because the punishment for disobeying their master's will would be more terrible than death.

After several reckless cluster assaults, the Saudi Janissaries had suffered more than 40 casualties, which was equivalent to one-fifth of the strength of this small force. The Saudi commander showed a rare iron-blooded style at this point, decisively executing a samurai leader who had led his men to retreat, and then ordered the remaining troops to immediately launch a new attack.

The commander was keenly aware that although the mysterious enemy forces on the opposite side had fierce firepower, the total number of them was not large, and as the war dragged on, the balance of victory would inevitably shift to the side that had an absolute numerical advantage.

His Highness's judgment and decision had to be said to have hit the soft underbelly of the Germans, so when they found that the enemy had begun to make a detour to the flank of the position, the Germans had to retreat to the second line of defense.

Until this moment, there had not been a single casualty on the German side, which was nothing short of a miracle, and all Germans maintained high morale. Unable to hold the wall with eight men, the German officers alternated cover, and finally succeeded in retreating to the post station in the center of the courtyard. This sturdy structure, built with the attributes of a military fortress, has once again become the last line of defense for a group of strangers after a hundred years.

"Pay attention to saving ammo!" Randolph leaned against the stone wall by the window and reminded his comrades.

"The last magazine!" Captain Horn pressed the last few loose pistol rounds into the submachine gun magazine, and then neatly pulled down the bolt of the MP38.

"There are quite a few of them, so you have to pay attention to your aim before shooting." Major Jürgen pressed the empty compartment hang-up button, and the Luger pistol was reloaded.

Although the officers had used single shots and short bursts as much as possible in the previous battles, they had not much ammunition left, and Jürgen knew very well that if it weren't for the soldiers on the opposite side who were not very good at shooting, the Germans would not have been able to hold out for so long.

Although Ibn Saud valued his personal guards, he did not have unconditional trust in these slave warriors, and the desert slave owners knew very well that these black slaves were not as honest and submissive as they appeared on the outside, and they had to be guarded against them.

All of these soldiers have learned how to use and maintain their rifles, but they rarely have the opportunity to shoot live ammunition, and the British-made rifles in their hands are more often just a guard of honour. Interestingly, the slave warriors themselves were not very fond of hot weapons, as they were more adept at fighting with cold weapons in their homeland.

Compared to the Bedouin warriors, the Black Slave Guards only learned simple shooting techniques, and precise aiming was a magical skill in the eyes of these people, and the ghost knew where the bullets they fired flew to, anyway, the Janissaries were strewn with corpses all over the place, but they did not kill a single German.

But the Germans were clearly at the end of their crossbows, and the Saudis were convinced that the enemy would not hold out for long, and that his troops would be the final victors in the battle.

"Attack again, and then send messengers to persuade you to surrender." The Saudi nobleman regained his former calm and graceful atmosphere, he sat on a rich Persian carpet, smoking a Turkish shisha comfortably, and a strong black slave stood behind his master, holding up a huge parasol for him.

His Highness was very curious about the group of enemies who almost killed him, and he had vaguely guessed the identity of these people, who should be the regular German or British army. If it were possible, he wanted to capture these invaders from the West alive, because whether as a bargaining chip or as a hostage in armistice negotiations, the living were better than the dead.

The Praetorian Guards regrouped under the cover of the wall and launched a new assault again. The Germans' defensive fire was so precise and fierce that the Janissaries, after dropping five corpses, retreated to the starting point in disarray.

Just as the noble man had just said, he immediately sent emissaries to the Germans, in the name of the Saudi royal family, ordering these foreign invaders to surrender. At the same time, he assured the other party in his capacity as a member of the royal family that he did not have to worry about his personal safety, because they would be sent to Riyadh as guests of the royal family and not as captives, where they would be well entertained and cared for.

The Germans apparently did not believe these nonsense, and out of respect for the rules of war, they mercifully spared the life of the arrogant messenger and shaved off the man's beard in response.

"No wonder it's so tough, it turned out to be German." The noble man put down the hookah stick elegantly, and the expression on his face was light.

His Highness didn't care at all about the humiliation of the envoy, because this was the power that the strong were born with, and it might have been even more excessive if he had done it.

"Master, I'm worried if they know something.... The samurai leader glanced at the messenger, who was crying like a child, and whispered in his master's ear.

"Don't worry, there's no way they know that secret, Abdul." The other party waved his hand and dismissed this idea: "Since these people want to fight to the end, then give them a glorious ending, Abdul, you personally lead the team to take the post station for me." ”

"Yes, honorable master." Abdul stroked his chest and received his orders. At this time, there were still more than one hundred and twenty people left in the Praetorian Guard, and the troops were once again assembled and prepared to launch a general attack on the target.

"God is great!" With an Arab scimitar in one hand and a pistol in the other, Abdul stood at the front of the procession and shouted praises of his faith.

"God is great!" The morale of the soldiers was boosted again, and they waved their weapons and shouted loudly in response.

"For the king's sake, kill all the robbers!" Abdul swung his scimitar forward, and the slave soldier screamed and crossed his side as he made a final charge towards the caravanserais.

Just when the leader of the guards thought that this time he would win this time, suddenly on the other side of the station, under a huge yellow sandstone, a dense and crisp gunfire like fried beans sounded.

PS: Thank you for your understanding, the author is still adjusting his state, and I feel that it should be able to stabilize next week.