The bulldog began to slow down from a distance, and stopped in front of Captain Dietretz, and a strong man with a half-cut cigar poked his head out of the co-pilot's side: "Hello William, I heard that you caught a big fish today." ”。

"You're late, Heinrich." The captain said as he walked to the side of the cab.

"Good afternoon, Captain Dietretz." The baby-faced driver poked his head out of the brawny man's shoulder to say hello.

"Good afternoon, Private Cole." Dietretz smiled and nodded at the young private.

"Don't stop here, drive to the side of the road first, and then stop over there." Dietretz guided the bulldogs as the truck slowly drove down the shoulder.

"When we arrived, we all got off." After the truck stopped, the strong man patted the partition behind the cab hard, then opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"How many people did you bring?" Dietretz pulled out the cigarette case from his pocket.

"All, the whole group." The strong man smiled and gave a thumbs up, revealing his snow-white shiny teeth.

Heinrich. SS Lieutenant Wenzel, a former second lieutenant in the Wehrmacht who commanded a platoon of German combat engineers, was abruptly discharged from the army six years ago and immediately absorbed into the General Security Service, where he became the commander of a special intelligence team. He had been trained in Brandenburg, where he had studied guerrilla and street warfare tactics, and was an expert in close-quarters combat, especially in dealing with explosives of all kinds and of all other systems. As for why the lieutenant retired from the Wehrmacht, the truth may only be known to his superiors.

"Assemble! Hurry up, hurry up! Under the urging of a series of hurried commands, the sturdy figures leaped down from the carriage, and then quickly ran to the lieutenant and lined up.

"[Grey Sword Team] has arrived, Captain Dietretz." Wenzel walked to the front of the squad and turned to salute Dietretz.

"Hey! Reinhart! The team members shouted in unison.

"Hey! Reinhart! Dietretz returned the salute with his arms held high.

"Now that time is pressing, I won't say anything else, you should already know about this mission on the road, and now I will tell you what I have learned." Unequivocally, Dietretz took a reed stalk and sketched it on the ground.

"This is where we are now, this is the road, and the village where the target is located," Dietretz crouched on the dirt floor, heavily armed SS soldiers forming a circle around him.

"That's the case, do you have any questions?" Dietretz asked, looking up.

"Now the situation in the yard is unknown, we don't know the structure of the house, and we don't know if there is a cellar or secret room inside." A corporal touched his chin and shook his head.

"It's not like we've had this situation before, remember that time in Albania?" A blonde man with the rank of sergeant major retorted.

"Sergeant Major Heinz is right, it was worse than it is now."

"We still have too little information right now."

"You want to know the exact number of people? Just count the corpses afterwards. ”

"The target is the fat guy in the photo."

"Is there a bonus for catching him?"

"Look at what I'm doing, how can I possibly know, you should go and ask the lieutenant."

"Okay, it seems that you don't have anything else to ask, so now I'll assign the work." Lieutenant Wenzel clapped his hands, calming his men's discussion.

"Hans, Hoffman, Weir, the three of you are responsible for keeping watch on the perimeter and not letting any of the targets escape." The lieutenant ordered.

"Yes, sir." The three team members stood up and saluted.

"Scott, Daniel, Woodman, you three take cover."

"No problem, Lieutenant."

"Graemurrock, Swop, Slug, you three follow me head-on."

"Understood, Lieutenant"

"Cole, you stay behind to guard the vehicles and equipment." Wenzel turned to look at Cole.

"Yes, sir." The young senior soldier hurriedly straightened his chest.

"Very well, now give everyone two minutes to check each other's equipment, and start the action in two minutes. Who are we? The lieutenant puffed up.

"We are the Gray Sword, we are the Blade of the Empire!" Everyone whispered.

"The other party is just some Bedouins, so it shouldn't be difficult to deal with." Dietretz stepped forward to Wenzel.

"Remember I told you, William. The most important thing about the Grey Sword team's survival until now is that we never underestimate the strength of the enemy. Wenzel pulled the Browning high-power pistol from the holster, twitched the sleeve to load, and then closed the bolt neatly.

"Clear the surrounding dark posts first, and try not to alarm the target as much as possible." Dietretz reminded.

"We're experts at this, do you want to come in with me?" Wenzel asked with a smile.

"You're not afraid I'll slow you down?"

"I don't know your skills, one more person is more strength, by the way, why didn't you see Merkel?"

"I asked him to keep watch at the entrance of the village, and he can participate in the perimeter guard later."

"He's the second best shooter I've ever seen, so that's it." Wenzel held out his hand to Dietretz.

"That's not right, Asim, we shouldn't be here any longer." Hamid tucked the Arab dagger back into his waist.

"What exactly are you afraid of? Hamid. Asim tore open the scones and put them on a plate, and with a dagger he removed a slice of lamb from the leg bone.

"The Egyptian merchant will definitely report it." Hamid said with a frown.

"So what, those Egyptian policemen are greedy and stupid, when they come, we just need to hide in the cellar, they can't find the body, they will leave soon." Asimu said as he put the dough in his mouth.

"We should have chased him and killed him." Hamid complained.

"Who would have thought that guy would run so fast." Asimu swallowed the cake and took a sip of tea from his cup.

"Hudson has already been in contact with the other side, and the boat that picks us up will not arrive until tonight at the earliest, and we can only wait here now, I heard that the Germans are looking for Hudson everywhere, and taking a boat is the safest way to leave at the moment. Don't worry, Hamid, when we get on the boat tonight, we'll be safe, and you'll soon be home to see your beloved Saikonal" Asim put down his teacup, picked up the dagger, wiped it on his cuffs, and inserted it back into the scabbard at his waist.

"I'll go and see Mansour and them, you stay here, Hudson can't be trusted, I have to keep an eye on him, catch him." Asim picked up the Lee Enfield rifle leaning against the wall and threw it at Hamid.

"Remember, keep an eye on it." Asimu pointed to his eyes.

"I'll keep an eye on you, you'd better come back quickly, I've had a sense of foreboding from just now." Hamid pulled the bolt and looked at the bullets in the magazine.

"Allah will bless us, Hamid." Asimu stroked his chest slightly, then turned and walked down the stairs.

"I can only hope that Allah will bless." Hamid slung his rifle over his shoulder, grabbed the rungs of the wooden ladder and began to climb to the roof.

Hamid is not a coward, he is also a well-known man in the tribe, skilled in swords and horses, and skilled in marksmanship, otherwise Asim would not have brought him out this time. It's just that Hamid's way of thinking about problems has always been pessimistic, and at the same time, he is more superstitious, and it is very easy to get into the horns of the bull when he encounters problems. He is a pretty good hunter, able to shoot a running gerbil at a distance of ten meters with his rifle, a fairly agile creature that can escape as fast as lightning.

Hamid sat cross-legged on the flat roof, his shoulders leaning against the low windshield, his Lee Enfield rifle in his arms, his eyes warily scanning the street below. The sun had slowly moved to the west, and in a few hours the night had gone down, and they would finally be able to leave this hellish place, and Hamid didn't want to stay here for even a minute, and he had been feeling a sense of foreboding in his heart since a stranger had walked around the village in front of him.

Hamid looked at the courtyard in front of him, and the wooden ladder behind him suddenly began to creak, and it seemed that Asim had returned.

"Is Mansur okay over there?" Hamid asked.

"Hmm." The voice of the reply was somewhat muffled.

"That guy is still on the second floor, sleeping like a head...."As soon as he said this, suddenly a large hand covered Hamid's mouth from behind.

"Woooooo The Bedouins panicked and tried to struggle, but then a cold dagger stabbed him in the heart from behind.

Hamid kicked one leg straight, and the whole person went limp. An SS soldier in a sand-yellow combat uniform and a black beret slowly pulled out the dagger from the corpse, wiped the blood on the opponent's back, and then gently reinserted the dagger back into the scabbard tied to the side of his thigh.

He picked up the Lee Enfield rifle that had fallen to the ground and cautiously poked his head out from behind the low wall to look around. The same thing was happening on the roof of the opposite building at the moment, and the companion on the opposite side saw his colleague on this side, and immediately raised a fist to signal to the friendly army.

"The surrounding outposts have been cleared, two people have been killed, two people have been captured alive, and the outposts have one more person than the captain expected, alas? We have people injured.... Graeme Rock held the telescope and whispered to Wenzel.

"What the hell!" Wenzel hammered his thigh hard.

"It's Daniel, he's got an injury to his arm, it doesn't look very serious, and this guy is still grimacing at me." Kremrog turned his face to look at the lieutenant with a smile in disbelief.

"This idiot, go back and clean him up." Wenzel tightened the clasp of his gloves and picked up his MP40 submachine gun.

"It's our turn." Wenzel glanced back at Dietretz, who nodded in the affirmative.

Five SS men rushed through the street and rushed towards the compound.

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