Thirty-two hours earlier, the sun had already set over the horizon, a bright moon hung high over the barren desert, and the exterior walls of the inn were stained with a layer of silver.

"Search carefully, the entrance to the basement is near here." Holding a German flashlight made by Partrix, Jürgen carefully examines the dusty stone floor.

"Sir, there's a situation here." A soldier shouted.

"It's empty down here." The soldier struck his feet with an infantry shovel, and the echo of the cavity could be clearly heard.

"Sweep the sand away from it." "It's made of wood." "Is it a door?" "No, it's just a cover." The German soldiers cleaned up the sand covering the ground, and a wooden cover that could be seen to be many years old appeared in front of everyone.

"Go and two people move it out of the way, and the others stay safe." Jürgen hung the flashlight in his chest pocket, then pulled his luge out of his holster and pulled the bolt to load.

"Do you think there's anyone down there?" How could there be no Randolph in this kind of thing, he pulled out his matching gun with an excited face.

"This is a desert in the Middle East, and there are dozens of species of venomous snakes, and they love this dark and cold environment the most." Jürgen explained.

"Vipers?" Randolph hurriedly pushed the bomb into loading.

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"So it's all arranged by Ibn Saud." In a tent not far away, Captain Horn pointed to the inn and said, "He has sent people to spread rumors that this land has been cursed by evil spirits, in order to keep people away from this station, and in order to prove the truth of the rumors, he even sent the Ikhwan militia to intercept and kill the caravans that had stayed at the station." ”。

"Not only did the rebels loot the jewels and belongings, but Ibn Saud also hid a portion of the royal family's gold reserves, which he had obtained from raiding the infidels during the Ikhwan campaign, and he told me that this was one of the most secret treasures of the royal family." Shahir has completely succumbed to the side of the invaders, he has betrayed his king and family, and now there is no way out.

"The biggest one? Are you saying there are anything similar? Colonel Dougan stood in front of the map hanging in the tent with his hands behind his back, and after an Arabic interpreter explained, he turned his face slightly to look at El Fasher.

"I really don't know this very well, but Wahid, who is with me, should know that he is a confidant and bodyguard by Ibn Saud's side, and knows a lot of royal secrets." The prince did not hesitate to betray his companions.

"Wahid?" Dougan turned his head to look at Horn.

"This Wahid is very stubborn, and he hasn't been able to pry his mouth open yet." Captain Horn reports.

"There's no way to do it in Jürgen?" Dougan was a little surprised.

"No, Major Jürgen is confident that he will complete this challenge, he just needs to give him plenty of time." Horn replied.

"That's good, we have the time now." Dogan nodded.

"The legion is advancing rapidly in the east, and I believe that tomorrow we will be able to take these towns in the southeast, and then we will be in the rear." Dougan pointed at the map.

"By controlling this water source, we are controlling an area of about 70 square kilometers, cutting off the east-west trade route between the northern part of the Hejaz Mountains and the border with Iraq." Dougan drew a line on the map.

"This has become an important juncture, and the Legion Command has agreed to my request to establish a supply depot here."

"I agree with you, General Quchreel made the right decision." Horn nodded in agreement.

"Now I'm just waiting to see how much treasure I can unearth here." Dougan suddenly turned to look at Farsher.

"Colonel Dogen, I can swear to the true God that I am telling the truth." Fasher said, spreading his hands.

"I don't doubt what you say, and I'm now worried about whether Ibn Saud will deceive you. You have already said that the king is wary of you, and he fears that you will threaten his heir. Dogan frowned.

"Probably not, he couldn't have predicted the movements of your army, just like I was very surprised when I first found out that there were other troops in the post station. As you can see, this place has long been abandoned, and even wild wolves don't stay here. Fasher replied: "He also asked me to bring three hundred forbidden troops, which is almost a third of the strength of this army, which shows that the king attaches great importance to this task." After your bank froze all Saudi deposit accounts, the government's finances were already in trouble, the soldiers' salaries and rations were burdened, and the British army also blocked the border and cut off Saudi food imports.

At present, Riyadh has only enough food to feed its citizens for 30 days, and the problem of food shortages in the capital will be even worse after the reinforcements from various tribes are assembled.

Even before we set out, the king had begun to reward his ministers with frankincense and myrrh. Normally, he prefers to use pounds sterling or gold coins he has minted himself to reward his meritorious subjects. At the moment, the king was in dire need of a sum of money to buy surplus food and supplies from the tribes, as well as to pay the soldiers, and since the suppression of Ikhwan, no one would fight for the king for free. Fasher spoke very quickly, and such a long passage took a lot of time to translate.

"I see." Dougan nodded slightly, then he turned his face to Horn and said, "Ibn Saud has financial problems, and this situation is very important. ”

"But why did Ibn Saud send someone here, and not a treasure trove somewhere else, there should be one closer to Riyadh." Captain Horn asked.

"How do you know he didn't send someone else, Captain?" Dougan asked with a smile.

"Indeed, as the Colonel said, the King sent several other troops, including the two cousins with whom I had the best relations. As for why he chose this place, if what he told me was true, it meant that there was a lot of wealth buried here, and he needed a lot of money now, the more the better, and the money was buried in order to cope with the current situation. After listening to the translator's words, Farsher hurriedly explained aloud.

"That way, the logic makes sense." Dogan nodded.

"Prince El Fasher, if you can dig up the treasure this time, the empire will never treat those who cooperate with us badly, you can ask for anything, and we will try our best to meet your needs." The SS colonel said to the prince with an approving face.

"I have no other request, only that you will overthrow the rule of Ibn Saud and eliminate all his henchmen, so that my family and I can be safe, I know the king, he has a strong character, and he will never spare anyone who betrays him." There was a hint of frustration on Fasher's face, and it was clear that he knew what was going to happen to him as a traitor.

"It's not a requirement, we're here for this, and you can rest assured that your wishes will come true soon. It's just that when the time comes, we need you to provide relevant clues, we are not very familiar with the internal relations of the kingdom, and someone needs to identify who are loyal to the royal family, and who are just ordinary vassals. Dougan replied.

"Sir—" Randolph's shout suddenly came from afar.

Dougan hurriedly turned his head to look out, only to see the SS major running here with joy in the light of the campfire.

"The whole basement is full of this stuff, it's like the treasure of Ali Baba in the story, sir." Running all the way into the tent, Randolph showed off to Dogan the gold necklace around his neck encrusted with various gemstones.

"Now it's the property of the Empire, Randolph." Dogen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the urge to give Randolph a brain scoop.

"I remember that the finder could get a portion as a bonus, Colonel, I need to go back and check the decree." Captain Horn asked.

"Remember, Captain Horn, we are not some civilian treasure trooper, but glorious German soldiers." Dougan glared at Captain Horn.

"All treasures must be sealed in situ, waiting for someone from higher authorities to come and sort out and register. Don't make that look, Randolph, you should know our Führer, so don't worry about not being rewarded at all. Until then, put the thing around your neck back in its place immediately, or I'll give you another chain to tie it on. Dougan yelled at Randolph's neck.

PS: Chapter 2 is presented, thank you for your support.

Because I was disturbed by trivial matters, this chapter was written a little slowly, and it turned out to be late at night in a blink of an eye.

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