Lieutenant General Weirle sat behind his desk reviewing documents, and as the chief staff officer of the Führer's military adjutant's office, the lieutenant general had no easy job, and he had been sitting at this desk all morning, still with a thick stack of papers waiting for him to review.

This Austro-Hungarian military fortress is very well built, with wooden floors in every room and corridor that have been treated with moisture. The floors of the senior officers' bedrooms and offices are also covered with wool carpets with exquisite patterns, and although they have been in the past ten years, the color is still very bright.

Suddenly, in the quiet corridor outside the door, there was a sound of uniform footsteps, and then the sound stopped abruptly outside the door, followed by the crisp sound of the heels of the guards in front of the door. Wehrle hurriedly stood up from behind his desk and stood up facing the office door. The door opened, and the Reich Head, dressed in a black armored corpusco, strode into the room with his hands behind his back.

"Hey! Reinhart! Wehrle raised his arms in salute.

"Good afternoon, Weierle." The Führer raised the marshal in his hand and saluted in return.

"Tysenhowen, go open the window." Xu Jun took off the armored soldier's black soft combat cap and handed it to Tysenhofen.

"My Führer, what are you dressed for?" Weirle asked, confused.

"I decided to visit the Wensdorf School of Armored Forces next week and give a New Year's message to this year's new students, and I think the students will be very happy to see me wearing this uniform." Xu Jun walked to the sofa by the window and bent down to sit down.

Tysenhofen pulled the blinds open, and the bright afternoon sun shone on the young and handsome face of the adjutant.

"Have you seen it? Werler, Randolph's report is very interesting. Xu Jun took out a cigar from his pocket and said with a smile to Weierle, who was sitting on the sofa opposite.

"I've seen it, my Führer, and I'm really amazed that Lieutenant Colonel Randolph still has this kind of writing." Wehrle tugged at the hem of his uniform and adjusted his sitting position.

"This should not have been written by him, I am familiar with Randolph's style." Xu Jun struck the long cigar match and lit the cigar smoke.

"But now I don't want to talk about his writing, but about what the report says. I've been thinking about this all morning, and I'm eager to hear your insights. The Reich Führer spat out a ball of smoke.

"It's a challenge and an opportunity, my Führer." Wierle had a cryptic smile on his face.

"I'm the same as you think, for the Third Reich, this is really a great opportunity. However, I don't think it's a challenge. Xu Jun also laughed.

"Egypt's internal problems are not as dangerous as most people think, as long as the king is still on the side of the British, no rebellion can succeed, and this king is an incompetent playboy, he is still supported by a large number of people in Egypt. Thanks, Eric. Werler took a cup of green tea from Tysenhoven.

"But social unrest and chaos are inevitable, and Britain's last remaining mobile force in the Middle East will inevitably be contained in Egypt by the riots." Xu Jun took a puff of his cigar.

"That's the opportunity the Saudis are looking for, as long as they get the target before the British can react. With the loss of the Hashemite family, the British Empire lost control of the Arab world. Unless Britain is ready for an all-out war with Saudi Arabia for this, it can only pinch its nose and swallow this sour fruit. Wehrle took out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of his lips.

"The Saudis have misjudged the situation in Europe, and they may have thought that we would carry out a complete reckoning with Britain, as the Entente did after the end of the last war." Xu Jun dusted off the cigar ash on his cuffs.

"He may have thought that we would disarm the British at home and at the same time divide the British colonies around the world. Interestingly, when they found out that the situation was different from what they had imagined, instead of flinching, they accelerated their preparations. "Werle's spectacle lenses reflect the cold light.

"They thought that Germany's power was contained in Europe itself, and that it would not extend to the far Middle East for a while, especially the Balkans and Italy, where wars broke out one after another." Xu Jun put the cigar on the ashtray and picked up the Ming Dynasty colored porcelain teacup in front of him.

"This is the result of the asymmetry of intelligence, this group of herders in the desert does not know what modern intelligence work is, and their understanding of the world is still stuck in the thirties. They are even using the methods of intelligence gathering in the 18th century, scavenging news from passing caravans and pilgrims. Xu Jun blew on the tea stalk on the liquid surface and took a sip of tea.

"My Führer, the British also seem to be aware of the dangerous atmosphere on the peninsula, and the Eye of Odin has discovered that the British Mediterranean Theater Command is quietly assembling a strong army combat force in Egypt, and I believe that the British are targeting Saudi Arabia." Wehrle said.

"It's clear that their plans have been leaked, and as far as I know, there are quite a few people in the Egyptian army who are sympathetic to the Waffle Party. Far from deterring Saudi Arabia, this force will force the other side to attack early before the troops are assembled," Xu Jun said and shook his head with a sneer.

"I'm sure the British will soon call us for help, and if things really go the way we say, with the forces that Britain has deployed in Egypt, I'm afraid it will be difficult to deal with this terrible situation." The head of the empire gently placed the antique teacup in his hand on the table.

"The Eye of Odin is stepping up its intelligence-gathering activities in the Arabian Peninsula, and these herders have proven to be fairly easy to buy as long as the benefits are sufficient." Wehrle said and raised an eyebrow on one side.

"Saudi Arabia is not monolithic, they haven't had time to prepare themselves to break away from the centuries-old nomadic tribal way of life. The herdsmen remained faithful to their faith and to the chiefs of their tribes, and not everyone was willing to be loyal to their king. This was the first time that the Third Reich had demonstrated its power in the Middle East, and we had to show these people who were riding camels in the desert what the price would be to pay for provoking German dignity. Xu Jun turned his head and glanced out the window, the sky was clear and the sun was shining, and a majestic goshawk was hovering slowly.

Perhaps at present, in the whole of Europe, only this head of state knows the current situation in Saudi Arabia best. The Saudi royal family has re-emerged thanks to its close ties to Wahhabism, and it is largely the religious power that he wields over the country, rather than the secular royal power that Europeans are usually familiar with.

The country was still in a state of tribal alliance, and the king was only the most powerful tribal chief in the country, nominally ruling a group of tribes large and small, including those who supported the House of Saud and those who were staunch opponents.

In the twenties, there were several civil wars in Saudi Arabia to suppress the rebellion of the opposition tribes. Aziz (Ibn Saud) succeeded in suppressing the rebellion, but he was unable to eliminate all the opponents in the country. The tribes still retained their original customs, respecting the king's position only legally and religiously, paying tribute and taxes to the king, and the internal affairs of the tribes were still decided by their respective chiefs, and they lived a traditional nomadic life in their respective spheres of influence.

Historically, Ibn Saud had to rely on marriages to strengthen the relationship between the royal family and the tribes, and he married more than 300 brides in a formal or informal way, and still retained 41 wives and 52 sons before his death.

His Ikhwan campaign created a large number of fanatical religious followers among the tribes, and Ibn Saud convinced them that it was a natural mission of Wahhabis to wage holy war against heretics and infidels. The Ikhwan warriors fought bravely and fearlessly to death, laying a huge territory for the Saudi family, and it can be said that Saudi Arabia was able to establish a state by relying on these fanatical jihadist believers.

But it was not until Ibn Saud sat on the throne of the king that the Grand Imam realized that the Ikhwan movement was getting out of his control, and he finally discovered that it was a sharp double-edged sword that could be used to kill his enemies and hurt himself as well.

A king can no longer think like a religious leader, he must play by the rules of the game between nations, and he must not do as he would in his own territory. Saudi Arabia used his religious power to issue a fatwa, and from then on only he had the power to wage jihad, and no one was allowed to mobilize the Ikhwan forces without permission.

But in reality, the Ikhwan jihadists were loyal only to their respective tribes, obeying Saudi orders on the battlefield and only obeying his religious authority. In the course of the war against the Arabian Peninsula for Ibn Shah, these Ikhwan had already tasted the sweetness of jihad, and they were free to dispose of the lives and property of those they judged to be "degenerates" or "infidels."

The Ikhwan warriors were all from nomadic tribes in the desert, and they hated from the bottom of their hearts the city dwellers who lived comfortably and indulged in pleasure. To vent their anger, they would even break all the windows of a city and burn the beautifully decorated doors, on the grounds that Wahhabi doctrine promotes simplicity and that luxury is a sign of spiritual depravity.

Despite his efforts, Ibn Saud eventually lost control of the Ikhwan movement, and those who opposed Abdul. The tribal chiefs of Aziz, led by their Ikhwan forces, launched attacks on British-controlled towns and cities, attacking police posts along the border, massacring police officers on duty at checkpoints, and looting and destroying villages of other sects. These Ikhwan armies have burned and looted all the way, and have essentially turned into a group of desert bandits in the guise of jihad.

In order to appease the anger of the British government and to maintain his own authority as king, Ibn Saud raised his butcher's knife against the out-of-control Ikhwan warriors, and the tribal army loyal to the king even joined forces with the British army to encircle the rebellious Ikhwan army in the desert in one fell swoop.

Saud broke the sharpest sword in his hand with his own hands, because he found it too sharp enough to threaten his throne and clergy, and in dealing with the matter, he thought clearly and decisively, and showed an extremely shrewd kingly demeanor.

But this time, the shrewd king made an extremely wrong decision, because he lacked knowledge of the international situation, he did not know that his actions were actually challenging the entire Western world, and he was about to face not only the declining Britain, but the new hegemon of Europe, the powerful German Third Reich.

While the Saudis were quietly maneuvering, a large convoy of transport ships had left Libyan ports and was speeding towards Alexandria, carrying the German Army's newest rapid reaction force, the German Afrika Korps under the command of Army General Quchler.

PS: I'm very sorry that today's update is a little late.,In addition, the author asks for your forgiveness.,The original addition chapter scheduled today,Need to delay until tomorrow's update.,

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