The rule that Arab warriors were loyal only to their own tribe remained unchanged for millennia, and even though there have been several rulers in the Arabian Peninsula throughout history, this tradition has not been reversed. Historically, the caliphs spent enormous sums of money to build up a private army that was completely loyal to them as a force guarantee to maintain their rule. The once illustrious Mamluks were originally founded for this purpose, and in the eyes of the caliph, these slaves were more loyal than the warriors of the tribe.

The members of Adil's guards were all warriors of his own tribe, and he himself had only paid some weapons and salaries, so when the warriors found out that their allegiance had abandoned them and fled, one can imagine the entanglement in the hearts of these people.

German machine guns were still whining, and bullets swept across the wilderness like swarms of locusts, overturning majestic Arab horses and taking the lives of Bedouin warriors one after another.

The Arab cavalry, having lost their command and morale, fell into a panic at this time. A dozen or so soldiers, who were quick to react, immediately followed their magistrate, turned their horses' heads and fled towards the mountains to the east, where there was a small rocky mound one or two hundred meters from the road, where they could evade the attack.

The fighters, who were relatively sluggish, by the time they realized that something was wrong, were too far forward to turn around and retreat, so some of them let out desperate roars and continued to charge forward, while some of the demoralized warriors chose to jump off their horses, kneeling and raising their hands to ask for forgiveness from the enemy.

There was chaos in front of the German positions, because there was no unified command, several units were actually fighting separately, and no one would stop their weapons until a definite ceasefire order was given.

The Bedouin cavalry, which continued to charge the Germans, were soon lost, and they did not break through the warning distance of fifteen meters in front of the German positions until they died. After the Battle of Yanbucheng, when the Germans carefully cleaned up the corpses of the cavalry killed on the battlefield, they found that many Bedouin cavalrymen had German-made M1918 grenades in their saddle bags.

The grenades were a product of the First World War, apparently captured by the Ottoman army, to which Germany had supplied large quantities of small arms and munitions, only to be cheaper for the Arab tribes after the war ended.

Adil fled mainly because he realized that he had far underestimated the strength of the enemy's army, which was not only the armored vehicles, but also the infantry units that followed. And the firepower of these men far exceeded that of any army he had ever seen.

The magistrate had decided that this was not an enemy he could fight, and although he did not know where these armies were, it was clear that they were not coming against him personally, and that they were probably preparing to attack the city of Yanbu, and that he was just a wretched creature who had stumbled into an iron plate.

Adil asked himself if he had not offended any Westerners except for the Italian expedition, that he had seen British troops, and that they were obviously not Italians, and if he was right, he was facing an invasion of Saudi Arabia, which would have another owner if the Saudi royal family was defeated in the war.

Adil rode his horse all the way to the rocky hills, which were the continuation of the Hejaz Mountains to the seashore, and most of them were buried in yellow sand, and only a small area at the top was blown by the sea breeze, revealing the dark rocky muscles.

Rushing to the foot of the largest mound, Adil rolled off the saddle and climbed to the top of the mound, where he remembered that there was a natural cavern large enough for a dozen people, and he was going to stay there to hide from the enemy. Adil believed that the target of these invaders was Yanbu City, and he should not stay on the battlefield for too long, he just squatted quietly in the cave and waited for the invaders to leave automatically. As for what to do in the future, Adil did not have time to think about it, the loss of most of the tribal forces in this place, the fall of the port of Yanbu was a foregone conclusion, and when he chose to abandon the guards and flee for his life alone, he was already doomed to be unable to continue as a chieftain, because he had abandoned his own people and abandoned his responsibilities.

Just as Adil was climbing up the mountain, a messy burst of gunfire suddenly rang out on a stone mound on the side. The magistrate looked up in panic, only to find five Bedouin warriors in Guards robes, lying on top of a rock hill, firing at enemy troops a few hundred meters away.

"These idiots are really going to be killed by them." Adil turned his head angrily and began to climb down the mountain, this place has been exposed, these guys will definitely attract the enemy army, and they won't even run for their lives obediently, why didn't he find out that his subordinates had such stupid people.

"Ali! McKidd! Nur Din! Assal! Abdul!" The magistrate panted and shouted the names of his subordinates as he struggled to climb the hill.

"Captain, it's Lord Adil." One of the horsemen turned his head and saw their commander.

"Leave this despicable coward alone, keep shooting, I must avenge my brother Mehmati." Ali, the leader of the ten-man team, said loudly.

Ali's brain has always been very useful since he was a child, from the time the cavalry launched the charge, he kept an eye on the governor's every move, not that he was wary of Adil, but that he could only make meritorious contributions by following the commander closely in these years.

So when Adil fled, Ali was also one of the first to react, and he didn't think much about it at that time, just beckoned his younger brother Mehmeti and chased after Adil's back.

Now Ali is only left with remorse in his chest, it is this decision he made that killed his own brother who depended on him for his life. If Adil had fled alone, it would not have attracted much attention from the Germans, but if a dozen cavalrymen fled to the east in succession, the Germans would certainly not let them go easily. The cavalry came under a volley of Randolph's SS fire, and when they finally reached the hilly terrain, only five of the dozen cavalrymen, including Ali, escaped.

Mehmati's mount was knocked down by machine-gun fire, and before he could break out from under the saddle, a bullet pierced his head. Ali watched his younger brother burst out in front of him, and died a miserable death.

The Bedouin warrior had completely given up the idea of escaping, and his only thought was revenge, and Ali led two of his ten-man warriors to the stone hill and immediately returned fire on the enemy, although it was unknown what the results were, but it was clear that they had succeeded in attracting the attention of the Germans.

By this time, the gunfire on the battlefield had gradually stopped, and the elite Bedouin cavalry had been basically wiped out, with more than 150 killed in the battle, and another 23 surrendered or were captured.

In the end, only Ali was left on the battlefield, still stubbornly fighting with the Germans, and these five Bedouin soldiers successfully attracted the attention of all the German troops.

"These people are a complete rabble!" Sergeant Major Merkel paused slightly, then pulled the trigger of the sniper rifle. The sharpshooter would not have known that he had just killed Ali's brother Mehmati, and that if he had fallen into Ali's hands, he would have been skinned alive by the other party.

"They're dressed like rocks, sir." A member of the Grey Sword crew held on to the butt of the MG40 machine gun and fired a long shot at the rocky mound in the distance.

"This is the army of Saudi Arabia? It was an eye-opener. Jürgen wiped the dirt from his face with his cuff and reloaded the pistol.

"No, these are just regular tribal armaments, Major." Captain Horn pulled out his lighter and lit the cigarette on his lips.

"Stop shooting, the battle is over!" Horn raised his fist and gave orders to the SS officers and soldiers.

The armored reconnaissance platoon was slowly approaching the rocky hill, and two of the heavy armored vehicles were making a detour to the rear of the hill, and there was no way for these people on the rocky hill to escape.

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