Merkel, who was not very familiar with the Saudi army, judged it to be a local tribal force, as he had been told that the troops under the Saudi government wore uniform uniforms. The British provided Saudi Arabia with a lot of military supplies to support it in launching the Arab uprising, and the members of the House of Lords must have never dreamed that the forces they had worked so hard to build would be premeditated to attack them from the beginning.

Little did Merkel know that the warriors he saw were the Mamluks of the new era, the most elite slave guards under the Saudi king. The German sergeant major cautiously and quickly followed the path he had come from, withdrew to the makeshift camp at Hamill Spring, bringing back the news that an Arab force was approaching, and the Germans were fortunate to have five minutes to give them a warning. There was a lot to be done in five minutes, enough for the Germans to prepare for battle, and they used the abandoned trench in front of the main entrance of the compound to lay out a rudimentary defensive line.

The Germans have a total of only eight men, and they will face 200 Saudi royal guards, and it looks like a war of great disparity.

There have been many examples in history in which a small number of elite troops have used their superiority in weapons and firepower to defeat a large number of enemy attacks, the most famous of which occurred in the war between the British and the Zulu Kingdom, where the total strength of the British side was one hundred and four, including the wounded, sick and civilian, who relied on the walls of a mission station to resist the attack of 4,000 Zulu soldiers. Later, this was made into a movie to celebrate the glory of the lobster soldiers.

The Germans were now facing a much more dangerous situation than the lobster soldiers, their opponents were not leather shields and pikes, but modern military rifles, and although the Germans were equipped with automatic weapons that the opponents did not have, these qualitative advantages were easily offset by the difference in strength.

Randolph regretted that he did not carry a machine gun this time, and at this time, even if there was only one MG40, the situation of the war would immediately be different. The Germans, due to numerical limitations, had to resort to conventional linear defensive tactics, and the Germans were glad that the ditch, which could have been a trench, had not been buried by the sandstorms.

The eight men carried a total of six MP submachine guns and three rifles, each with a pistol, which was considered top-of-the-line at the time, and was strong enough to suppress a light infantry platoon without a machine gun at close range if the terrain was on favorable ground.

The biggest problem of the Germans was that they carried a limited amount of ammunition, they were not originally out to fight, and only brought the most basic carry-on ammunition, three magazines per submachine gun and sixty rounds per rifle.

However, except for the pilot Second Lieutenant Krieger, the rest of the officers and men had experience in close combat, and they knew how to effectively use their weapons and how to save bullets in battle.

The Germans were waiting for the Germans, but the Arabs were unaware of this, and they swaggered along the desert path towards the destination of the trip.

There were not only black slave soldiers, but also twenty Bedouin cavalry, brave warriors with beautiful beards, riding solid Arabian horses, and guarding a knight in the middle of the group.

Dressed in a white Arab robe embroidered with gold lace, with a white turban, a Turkish belt with red and white stripes around his waist, and an Arab dagger inlaid with blue gems stuck in it, judging by the ornaments he wore and carried, he was supposed to be a distinguished member of the royal family.

"Abdul!" The nobleman called out on his horse.

Immediately, a Bedouin warrior stepped forward with his horse's head turned sideways and respectfully saluted the prince's chest.

"Your Highness, your loyal servant Abdul is here."

"How far is it from Hamill Springs?" His Royal Highness stroked the beard on his lips and asked in an indifferent tone.

"It's right behind that dune, and a little further forward a hundred or two meters can be seen, Your Highness." The personal guard replied respectfully.

"Tell these people to speed up, I feel a little thirsty when I hear that the water of Hamill Spring is clear and sweet." The nobleman gently stabbed the guard in the shoulder with his horsewhip.

"Yes, Your Highness." The guards caressed their chests and took orders, and then the command to move quickly began to sound in the ranks.

"It's still too slow, I'll go first." His Royal Highness knocked his beloved horse on the waist and abdomen with the heel of his boot, and the graceful animal neighed lightly, spread its legs and rushed forward, and the Bedouin knights did not dare to let the noble man act alone, and hurriedly waved his whip and chased after him.

PS: I'm sorry.,Just done a good job of computers and the Internet.,That's all there is to the word count today.,The beginning of the point is still at a height of 30,000 feet.,Because of the time difference.,The brain response is a little sluggish.,I'll compensate everyone after the author adjusts it.。