The enemy was so close that Randolph could see the hideous faces, and the SS lieutenant colonel had no fear in his heart, and he mocked the enemy in front of him with contempt.

In the eyes of his companions, the lieutenant colonel showed outstanding bravery, and sure enough, he was worthy of being the personal adjutant of the Reich Führer, and could be called a model for German soldiers. However, the tide of war could not be reversed by bravery alone, and everyone could see that the balance of victory was tilting in favor of the Arabs.

The German officers were running out of ammunition, and they relied on excellent shooting skills to barely hold on to their current defensive line. They have already inflicted huge casualties on the other side, and if they do not wait for support before the ammunition is exhausted, it is believed that none of those present will survive.

"Jürgen, are you sure these guys are the King's Guard?" Randolph shoots a slave guard with his gun.

"Trust your own judgment, Lieutenant Colonel." Jürgen gasped as a bullet grazed his left arm, blood soaking through the armband on his sleeve.

"When we get the king, I want to ask him how he feels about being in front of this stinking bunch of stinking creatures every day." Randolph pressed the latch and removed the empty magazine.

"The last magazine, Lieutenant Colonel." Jürgen pulled a magazine from his waist magazine and threw it over.

Captain Horn crouched on the roof platform, his hands already swapped for a captured Lee Enfield rifle.

"They are also barely supporting, and the frequency of shocks has slowed down." Horn pulled the bolt, and the empty cartridge casings tumbled and fell to the sand beneath his feet.

Horn and Merkel alternated cover and fired at the Slave Janissaries who were crawling on the wall, and under the sniper fire of two German precision marksmen, someone screamed and rolled down the wall.

"Graeme Lock! Get ready to drop the bomb! Lieutenant Wenzel shouted to his men.

A dozen black slave warriors had already managed to make their way through the front yard, and German fire could no longer prevent them from rushing into the station. Because it was inconvenient to drop bombs from indoors, the Germans concentrated all the grenades on the roof of the building, and the Gray Swords specially tied a bunch of cluster grenades in order to deal with the situation in front of them.

With a wave of his strong arms, Graemrock threw the heavy cluster grenade into the center of the group, and then a roar rang out, and a cloud of smoke rose in front of the station, and a shock wave of prefabricated wire fragments swept across the clearing, shattering everything in its path.

The black slave warriors who were still bravely attacking just now were all knocked to the ground, except for a few lucky ones on the periphery, the rest were killed on the spot in the explosion.

The grenade also caused a martyrdom, and the Germans realized that two slave soldiers had fuel bottles in their backpacks. A huge fireball tumbled into the air, and the fuel flames ignited the backpacks and clothes scattered on the ground, and the gray-black smoke slowly rose and coalesced into a column of smoke in the air.

"Well done! Graeme Lock! Randolph stood by the window on the second floor and cheered loudly.

Cluster grenades swept away the advance of the Slave Guards, the remaining soldiers were thrown into disarray, the leader of the group was killed in the explosion, and the rest did not know whether they should continue the attack, fearing that the Germans would use this terrible weapon again.

Just as these soldiers were losing ground, the horn of retreat sounded in the rear, and the slave soldiers were relieved and quickly withdrew from the courtyard gate. As Abdul said, if they had continued to attack, the station would have been taken, because the Germans had run out of grenades, which was their last resort.

The attack of the two pilots could be said to have saved all the Germans in the station, but Ensign Lehard also pushed himself into danger because of this.

Not everyone is afraid of the threat of death, and there may be cowards among the camel riders, but there is also no shortage of brave warriors, who are originally engaged in risky trades, leading camel caravans to conquer the desert and sea, and it is all too common for a few people to die in their profession.

Lehard had no choice but to pull the trigger on the daggers-wielding tribal herdsmen and shoot all the targets that threatened him and his comrades in the sand.

In order to deal with the fourteen Bedouin herders, Lehad emptied two magazines, and Sergeant Crisson was stabbed in the face by the resisting herders, and now he looks covered in blood, and those who don't know think he is seriously injured.

Lehard was eager to come up with an idea, they didn't have the power to destroy all the baggage, but they could disperse the camels carrying the baggage, as long as the animals started running, they couldn't catch up with human feet. And these awkward animals are difficult to control, and most of the time, they only follow the orders of the riders who feed them.

The plan of the second lieutenant of the Air Force was successful, and under the threat of bullets and flames, the dromedary camels, who had lost their owners, began to flee in all directions, and the animals ran as fast as the galloping horses, and even a few points faster than the trucks of the time.

After successfully dispersing the herd, the two pilots knew that it was time to retreat, and that if they were not deaf or blind, they would definitely send someone to check on them. In fact, it was already a little late for them to escape at this moment, and the royal guards who had been strictly ordered by the noble man to return had already set up an encirclement around them.

PS: Today the author went out to run errands, and the number of words was a little less, I hope you will understand, and the big chapter will be made up tomorrow.