If you want to ask Farsher to be honest in his heart, what does he think about this war, and why this war is fought, he still hasn't understood much.

Xu Jun made a small empirical mistake, he overestimated the prince's ability, in fact, the Saudis of this era have fallen behind this era as a whole, and this situation has been going on for a long time.

It is not because the world has abandoned the people of the peninsula region, but because their entire society has chosen to isolate itself from the world. On the surface, this is a cultural issue, but in the end, it is all a spin-off of religious politics.

During his time in Riyadh, life in El Fasher was actually very simple, taking an hour or two out of his morning to attend to chores, and the rest of the day was games, hunting, attending banquets, and praising the true God like an ordinary Arab man.

The king was very generous, even conniving, towards such royal descendants, and would generously accommodate all the demands of his relatives as long as they did not threaten his rule and that of his descendants. This is a custom that has been formed by nomads throughout history, because the most basic condition for a family to survive in the harsh natural environment of the peninsula is for all members to work together.

El Fasher has ambitions for power, but lacks the strength to fulfill them, and he has not received a systematic modern education, and remains ignorant of the outside world. Fasher's knowledge of military and political matters came from the careful teaching of his chieftaincy father and tribal elders. And his concept of war is still at the level of the series of tribal civil wars fifteen years ago.

At that time, El Fasher was only a teenager, but he also rode a camel and followed his father to the front, although he was only standing next to the commander to watch the battle, but it did open some eyes. However, there is nothing to learn from these experiences in the current war.

The tactics and strategies of the Arab tribes have been eliminated by this era, and the world's first-class military powers have now entered the stage of mechanized and three-dimensional warfare, and those countries that are still at the level of military technology from the beginning of the century to the end of World War I can only be ruthlessly crushed in the face of these powers.

A good example of this is today's national government, which still uses pre-World War I tactics and lags behind Japan by at least a decade in terms of military theory and tactics. For a long time in later generations, the training of officers in the government was a topic of secrecy, and both sides of the civil war deliberately ignored or covered up the fact that the famous military school of the government really had a level of teaching commensurate with its status.

In the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, most of the officers who served as division commanders, army commanders, and even group army commanders in the Guofu Army were trained from the end of the Qing Dynasty to the warlord melee era, and they clung to the old experience of the civil war period, and the tactics and training level of the officers and men under them were even inferior to the old Beiyang at the end of the Qing Dynasty.

The gap between the Saudi army and the German army can no longer be measured by the generation difference, and this is completely a collision of two military cultures across time and space.

If Fasher was a royal who was enthusiastic about warfare, then he might be able to tell some meaningful truths, but unfortunately, this prince's understanding of modern warfare may not be enough to pour a glass of water.

"This... Honorable Führer... Hmmm—" drops of sweat broke out of Fasher's forehead.

"I think that the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia will definitely lose this war." After holding it for more than ten seconds, the prince finally made up such a sentence.

"Why do you think that?" Xu Jun's tone was very gentle.

It seems that there is no problem with this answer, and Fasher, who feels that he has grasped the German Führer's thinking, secretly breathes a sigh of relief.

"Because Germany is the world's first power, and Saudi Arabia is just a poor desert country, Saudi Arabia cannot compare with Germany in terms of population or wealth. Germany also has the most advanced weapons and the most powerful army in the world, you have defeated France and England, conquered the whole of Europe, as far as I know, only the Roman Empire did these great things, Germany must be the leader of the world, and it is a foolish act to be the enemy of the German army. Fasher's train of thought softened, and he did his best to tout the aggressor in front of him.

At this time, he was able to retain his ability to think, proving that the prince's psychological qualities were quite good, and it would have been good to be able to answer a whole sentence if he had been replaced by some other Arab captive.

"You're right, Prince El Fasher, my men are not lying, you are indeed very knowledgeable." Xu Jun nodded with a relieved face.

"Thank you for your compliment, compared to you, who is as wise as the desert, I can only be regarded as a country shepherd who has never seen the world," Farsher humbly stroked his chest.

"Don't be so modest, Your Highness the Prince. It's a pity..."Xu Jun said with a smile: "Like the simple truths you just said, some people can't understand anything, such as your majesty the king, can you tell me why this is happening?" ”

"That's because—" Fasher said here and stopped, he looked up at Xu Jun.

"That's because of Ibn Saud's megalomania," Fasher probed, and the German Führer's expression did not change.

"Because his eyes were blinded by his own greed, and he forgot the teachings of the true God." Farsher continued.

This time the German Führer remained silent, he just picked up a long sword from the table, God knows how a long sword could be placed there, the blade flickered in the sun, and Fasher couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Because he is stupid and ignorant?" Fasher began to hesitate.

"All of this is true, since Ibn Saud has so many flaws, it is clear that he is no longer fit to be a king." Xu Jun looked at the long sword in his hand and said to Fasher in a flat tone.

"Yes, he's not fit to be our king for a long time." Farsher finally couldn't help but say what he had been hiding for more than a decade.

"I appreciate you more and more, Prince El Fasher." Xu Jun stood up and walked in front of Farsher with a long sword.

"It is my honor, Your Excellency, Honorable Führer." Fasher hurriedly leaned down and gestured his submission.

"Now I need someone, and I think you should have that qualification, after all, you are a real member of the Saudi royal family." Xu Jun held the sword in one hand and looked down at the gray spine of the long sword, which was full of history.

It is a knight's sword forged in the early 11th century, and it was a popular style for the time, with a straight cross-shaped sword grid and a large ruby inlaid in the middle of a rounded hilt. The lattice and spine of the sword are inlaid with ornamental patterns made of gold wire, and the large handle is entirely made of gold.

Looking at the materials and workmanship of this sword, the owner of this sword back then would definitely not be an unknown person, but Xu Jun did not search the sword for a long time, and did not find any clues about the previous owner, no initials of the owner, no badges, and even no hymns common on weapons at that time.

"No, no, no, your Excellency, your Excellency, strictly speaking, I am only a member of the side line, my father is only one of the many distant cousins of Ibn Saud, if it were not for the strength of the family tribe, I would not have obtained this title of prince at all." Farsher humbly brushed aside his relationship with the royal family.

"You mean, you deceived my subordinates before, and you don't really have a deep relationship with the royal family?" Xu Jun lowered the tip of his sword and placed it in front of Fasher's nose. The Führer's hand was very steady, and the sharp sword was cold, and Fasher stared at the tip of the sword with wide eyes in horror.

"No, that's not what I meant... Your Excellency the Honorable Führer, The prince resisted the instinct to flee.

"What does that mean? Don't you have the blood of the Saudi royal family? Xu Jun looked at the prince who had become an eye pair, and shouted loudly with a serious face.

"Yes, yes, yes, ah, no... No, I mean I have the blood of the Saudi royal family, Your Excellency. Farsher felt that familiar urge to urinate again, but he didn't expect that this German Führer was also a madman, and he would draw his sword and turn his face when he didn't agree with him, he didn't want a living person to sacrifice his sword, I heard the English teacher say that in ancient times Germans had this custom.

If he was hacked to death by the German Führer on the spot, he wouldn't even have a place to shout grievances, and as for resisting, don't tease him, don't you see that Lieutenant Colonel Randolph has already drawn his pistol.

"That's right, Prince El Fasher, you have to think carefully before answering other people's questions." Xu Jun didn't remove his sword, he smiled, and continued to say, "Ibn Saud will be overthrown, but I don't want to sever the Saud family's rule over the Najd Kingdom. So I have to choose a suitable person in the blood of the Saudi royal family to come out and inherit the throne of the Kingdom of Najd, and my subordinates have recommended you to me, His Royal Highness Prince El Fasher. Before Farsher could figure out what to say from the German Führer's words, Xu Jun flipped his wrist and rested his long sword on the prince's left shoulder.

"In my capacity as the head of the Greater German Empire, and with the authority which God has given me, I declare you king of the Arab kingdom of Najd, for El Fasher I." The German Führer raised his chin and said in a deep voice with a holy face.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty El Fasher I." Immediately, Xu Jun patted Farsher on the right shoulder with a long sword, ending this canonization ceremony like child's play.

"Wait... Wait a minute, you want me to inherit the throne of Ibn Saud? Fasher finally recovered from his dementia. What kind of new routine is this, I don't understand the Führer's thoughts at all.

"Not the whole of Saudi Arabia, just the kingdom of Najd, the kingdom of Hejaz will be returned to the Hashemite family." Xu Jun said with a long sword.

"You're not kidding me."

"I don't have the time to make such a joke on you, Farsher." Xu Jun turned around and walked to the table and put the long sword back on the round table.

"But if you don't want to be this king, I won't force it." Xu Jun had a smile on his face, but his tone became bone-chilling.

"The German Army is closing in on Riyadh, and I believe that my men will soon send me a dozen princes, and I do not believe that a single Fasher II will be found in them. Randolph, send two people to send His Majesty back to his room to think about it. ”

Sensing that the German Führer had added an accent to the word "II", Farsher couldn't help but shudder, and then he felt a burst of hot and wet heat at the base of his thighs, but his heart became cold, and he couldn't listen to Xu Jun's next words.

"I am willing, Your Excellency the Führer, I am willing to do whatever you ask me to do, I am El Fasher. Root. Abdul. Root. Muhammad swore to the Most Great God that I would always be your most faithful and humble servant. Fasher screamed, then pouted and fell to his knees on the carpet.

PS: Thank you for your support, I'm sorry that I can only update one chapter today, and the remaining chapter will be updated tomorrow.

The plot of the Middle East is here for the time being, and the next chapter will turn back to South Asia, so today's double change will be tomorrow, and I need to think through the plot.