Battle of the Third Reich

"It seems that it was really Lieutenant Henderson. Mr. Ali has good memory. Even if he changed his clothes, you can recognize him." Ahmed sincerely admired.

"If you owe me so much money, I will remember you very well." Mr. Ali answered with his hands on his hips.

"How much does he owe you?"

"Fifteen Egyptian pounds."

"He lied to me as much as fifty Piasts." The driver was furious when he thought of this.

"This pig hides all day in the military base of Qibirit, and there is no way for him to settle the accounts. Since we were met outside today," Ali lifted his short chin on his chin.

"Mr. Ali, I obey your orders." Ahmed stroked the Arab dagger in his waist.

"Very good, we went to this guy to recover the old account." Ali made the decision.

The Egyptian pound is a gold standard currency. Egypt is now in the pound sterling area. The Egyptian pound and the pound are linked together. Until the 1960s, the exchange rate of the two remained at one to one.

Fifteen Egyptian pounds is not a small sum on the ground, almost enough to cover the daily expenses of a civilian family in Cairo for two months.

"Not only the old account, but also the interest calculated with him." Ahmed pulled out his Arab dagger and brushed it with a beautiful knife.

The two first parked the truck on an open space by the road, carefully closed the window and locked the door. Then Ahmed followed former Ali, and the two Egyptians quietly walked towards the roadside village.

The architectural style here is simple and practical. In order to prevent the flooding of rivers and thieves, the yard is usually built with a large wall made of rammed mud and reeds. This is a traditional craft that has been handed down from ancient Egypt and has been used for thousands of years. No change.

The owner of the courtyard where Hudson is located is obviously a rich man. He painted a layer of chalk paint on the surface of the wall, and covered the thick gate with an iron edge.

At this time, the door of the yard was not tight, leaving a gap for people to pass sideways. Ahmed carefully looked into the yard from the door to confirm that the family did not keep a watchdog.

"What are the two of you secretly trying to do here?" Someone suddenly asked behind them.

Ali and Ahmed were taken aback, and quickly turned their heads to look around, but found four strong men standing in front of them, wearing a headscarf on their heads, leather bullet belts on their chests, and decorations around their waists Gorgeous Arabian scimitar.

"We're looking for Lieutenant Hudson." Ali Li replied sternly. He knew that he must not be guilty at this time, otherwise he would be suspected of being a thief who slipped the door.

"Who told you that Hudson lives here?" A leading man stepped forward and asked Ali feeling the chill in his eyes.

"We saw him just now, right on the roof of this house." Ahmed said loudly.

"You are wrong, there is no Lieutenant Hudson here." The man said coldly.

"Hudson is clearly here, I can recognize this **** fat man even if it is cut into pieces." Mr. Ali retorted.

"I made it clear that you admit the wrong person. There is no Hudson or second lieutenant here." The man held the handle of the Arab scimitar in his waist.

"Okay, okay, don't be excited, I might really admit the wrong person." Neither the number of people nor the combat effectiveness of the opponent is obviously the opponent of the other party, Mr. Ali decisively admits.

"Since the wrong person has been admitted, it's not fast to go away. God is on top. If you let me see you two here again, I swear I will cut your throat." The man scolded fiercely, and Ali could feel this Men are serious, not intimidating with falsehood.

"Okay, let's leave immediately." Ali is just an ordinary businessman, he didn't want to provoke this group of unidentified guys.

Ali took a small step with Ahmed nodding and bowing. These people were Bedouins at a glance. The nomads in the desert are world-renowned for their bravery and combativeness.

Just as the two passed by, one of the Bedouin men shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Ali was stunned for half a second at that time, then spread his legs and ran towards the highway.

"Run! Ahmed! Run!" Mr. Ali finally forgot to greet his driver.

It's a pity that Ahmed's reaction was slightly slower by half a beat, and when he wanted to slip away, there was a crisp steel knife sheathing in his ears.

"Mr. Ali!" Ali heard a desperate cry from the driver behind him, followed by a series of miserable wails.

The hardware merchant did not dare to look back. He gritted his teeth and tried to run forward. As long as he rushed to the road, it was safe. There were vehicles and farmers working in the nearby farmland. These thugs should not dare to look at them. Under the murder.

"So you stopped our car?" Captain Dieterets asked, frowning.

"Yes, Mr. Captain, I saw the flag on your car." Ali pointed to the black SS flags hanging on both sides of the front of the car.

"You should go to the local policeman for this kind of thing, Mr. Ali. We can take you to the nearest police station." Captain Dieteritz said with a shrug. Although this Egyptian is an employee working for Germany, this is obviously not something that the SS should intervene. They are the loyal guards of the head of the empire, not the beaters and bodyguards of the Egyptian merchants.

"Thank you, Captain, I just want to leave this place safely now." Ali thanked for his busy schedule. He was terrified today and just wanted to get out of this trouble quickly.

"Ali, listening to what you said before, you and your driver are going to find a British officer who owes you money? What is his name?" Sergeant Merkel opened the door of the cab and asked curiously, this The Egyptian businessman just used several vicious adjectives to refer to the British officer, but he never made it clear that the other party's real name.

"Lieutenant Hudson, Mr. Sergeant Major." Ali replied respectfully.

"Wait you mean Hudson?!" Merkel turned sharply and looked at Mr. Ali.

"What's his name? This second lieutenant Hudson." Dietretz's voice changed slightly, and he grabbed Ali's shoulder excitedly.

"Let me think about it, Mr. Captain seems to be Lafayette but not Lagitte." The Egyptian's mind was a little confused.

"Is it Rajette?" Merkel reminded.

"Yes, you are right, Rajette. His name is Rajette Henderson." Ali nodded vigorously.

"Is it a fat man, so tall!" Sergeant Merkel gestured out of thin air.

"It's a fat man, I can't tell the height, it seems that it is so tall." Ali tilted his head and remembered.

"Wait a minute." Captain Dieterz finished running towards the car, leaning over to take his briefcase from the back seat.

"Come and see, is this person in the picture." The captain of the SS excitedly pulled a folder out of the briefcase and opened it and placed it on the car fender.

"Yes, Captain, it's this **** Henderson. I turned gray into this disgusting fat face." Ali seemed more excited than the captain, and he said with his finger poking at the photo.

"Found it! Captain!" Merkel slammed the roof of the Mercedes.

"You're right, this cunning **** did not run far!" Captain Dieteritz threw his fist into the air with joy.

"You are also looking for this second lieutenant Hudson, does he also owe you money?!" Ali did not know what the two Germans were talking about, but obviously they were also looking for this Hudson.

"You have made a contribution, Mr. Ali, you have found the enemy you are hunting for Germany." Merkel pointed to Ali.

"Damn, we can't just be exposed on the road like this, and immediately move the car to the side of the road." Captain Dieteritz suddenly woke up, and as Ali just said, Hudson had at least four associates protecting him Once one of them saw their Mercedes-Benz car, they would surely hit the grass, and once they let the prisoners escape under their eyelids, Dieterz believed that Major Jurgen would let them go to the headquarters to clean the toilet for a year.

"You're right, Captain, Ali came to help me." Merkel also immediately responded. He is as experienced as the captain. In order to avoid alarming the village, he did not start the car's engine, but held it in one hand. The steering wheel pushed the car body hard.

"Is the backup radio still in the trunk?" Dieterets ran to the back of the car to help push hard.

"It's still in the old place and the battery is full," Merkel replied.

The three people worked together to quickly push the Mercedes-Benz into the reeds on the roadside.

"We need the support of an armed assault team. How long will it take them to get from the city?" Merkel pulled the handbrake, locked the door, and then turned to the back of the car.

"If it goes well, it will take about half an hour." Dieteritz took the shortwave radio from the trunk and erected a simple antenna with Merkel's help.

"Now we have to find out if they are still inside. Ali's appearance will definitely cause them to be alert." Merkel turned to look at Ali standing beside him.

"What can I do to help, please tell me straight, as long as this group of people can be punished, I can do anything for you, this group of **** killed Ahmed, he is my best employee and My friend, he has worked for me for fifteen years, and my whole family likes him very much. His son is only three years old this year." Ali's voice choked up, and when he thought of the poor driver, he felt a lot of heartache, no matter what the result was. He will pay a large amount of compensation to Ali's family.

"Forget it, if these people find you again, they will definitely cut your head." Captain Dieterz said to the Egyptian businessman while adjusting the frequency.

"You can do one thing for us, help us watch this car when we leave." Merkel is not going to scare the hardware merchant anymore, he said to Ali seriously.

"No problem, I will see the car firmly. I swear to God that no one will touch it." Ali quickly nodded and agreed.

"They have already received the signal." Ditrez covered the receiver with one hand and pressed the key quickly with the other.

"The armed group left in five minutes, and it took about twenty minutes to get here." The captain pressed the power button a few times, then put away the headset.

"What we need to do now is to obtain more targets, the terrain of the village, the exact location of the targets, the number of people, weapons and equipment, and whether there are dark whistle around." Dieterz told Merkel.

"During this time, we also have to make sure that the other party will not run away in advance." Merkel rolled up the wire as an antenna and stuffed it into the trunk of the car.

"Then start to act, Ali, I want you to draw a sketch of where the target house is. Can you do it?"

"I tried my best. In fact, the house is easy to recognize, with chalk on the outside wall and a long flagpole on the roof." Ali picked up a reed pole and drew a map on the mud.

"Remember to give him a gun later, Merkel." Dieterz crouched beside Ali and raised his head to Merkel.

"No problem, Captain." The SS sergeant took his y-back harness from the trunk and an mp40 submachine gun with a tubular silencer.

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