Although the Saudi royal family has a long history of bloodline, it has only been more than 20 years since the establishment of the country, even if the British endorsed Ibn Saud, but in the concept of Europeans at that time, the Arabs were still a barbarian people who gathered in the desert.

Prince Fasher has lived in the clan since he was born, and has no concept of the world beyond the peninsula, to put it bluntly, he is a turtle squatting at the bottom of a well.

Although he lived in a deep palace at a young age, the habits he developed in his early days as a nomadic tribe were difficult to change, and Fasher's parents spent considerable patience to teach him how to become a prince, and even hired a etiquette teacher who was said to have served the Ottoman court for him with a high salary. Now that the etiquette teacher should not be a parallel commodity, at least in the eyes of the guards and slaves, Fasher's speech and demeanor fully met the standards of Arab nobles in their minds.

Prince El Fasher is so suave, like a legendary figure who came out of the Thousand and One Nights, Prince El Fasher is so brave and wise, he will one day be able to become a wise caliph, and the people around him have been touting it in this way, and the young prince knows very well that most of them are false lies, but he still enjoys these sycophants and flatteries very much.

As an adult, El Fasher was a man who kept a low profile, but he still couldn't hide his ambitions for the throne, and Ibn Saud must have sensed this, and this operation may have been a test of the king's ability against El Fasher, and if this is the case, then whether El Fasher succeeds or not, his end will not be optimistic. Ibn Saud is not a soft-hearted man, and he will use all means to eliminate the hidden dangers of the throne.

But now it makes no sense to say this, after this little "war", all the ambition, self-confidence and pride of Prince El Fasher were beaten to the dust along with his troops.

"Hey, wake up." In a daze, Fasher seemed to hear someone speak, in a language he didn't understand.

"Go wake him up." The man continued to speak, and before Prince Fasher could open his eyes, a heavy line of military boots struck him on his waist and abdomen.

It was a special marching boot that was not a truncated version of the current Army, with a cowhide boot studded with steel spikes on the soles and elastic steel plates wrapped around the toe. Whoever was half-asleep and half-awake would have reacted no better than Fasher, and the prince immediately curled up and rolled and wailed on the dusty floor.

So the prince was immediately kicked a second time, and the abuser did not care about Farsher's "noble status" and was happy to continue this "game".

"What the hell are you doing! Despicable donkey! How dare you treat a prince like this! Fasher cursed loudly in Arabic.

"That's enough, take him to the interrogation room." The leading non-commissioned officer stopped the SS who wanted to continue the move.

"Okay, Sergeant." Two strong men grabbed Fasher from the ground, took the poor prince hostage from both sides, and dragged him out of the room where he was being held.

The so-called interrogation room was actually a large German field tent, which was set up in the open space next to the post station, and because of the rush of time, the sappers did not even have time to level the ground. Fasher was thrown directly on the sand in the tent, and the prince could clearly feel that the sand was still slightly hot.

"Fasher. Root. Abdul. Root. Mohammed. A voice pronounced El Fasher's full name in standard Arabic.

The prince hurriedly looked up, and saw several foreign soldiers in crisp uniforms sitting at a table in the middle of the tent.

"I am Prince El Fasher, nephew of Ibn Saud, and I demand to be treated in accordance with my status." Fasher shouted loudly, since the other party has learned his full name, it means that his previous lie has been exposed, and at this time, he simply and generously admits it, maybe he can still make the other party care about his identity and show mercy to himself.

El Fasher believed that the war would not end so easily, for Ibn Saud had announced at a royal banquet that he would take the initiative to lead his army into the desert once the enemy approached Riyadh, where he would fight a protracted guerrilla war against the invaders.

Ibn Saud believed that the desert would punish these shameless Europeans, that no one but themselves could defeat the Bedouins who came and went like the wind in the desert, and that even the British Empire could only bow its head in front of the mighty Arab nation. Ibn Saud was sure that the Germans would not last long, and that they would eventually seek reconciliation with the royal family on their own initiative, or they would be dragged alive in the desert, like the Ottoman army.

During the dinner, Ibn Saud confidently declared that if the German Führer was willing to kiss the ring on his hand and apologize, he might consider forgiving the Germans' crimes.

The Arabian Peninsula had been invaded and conquered by powerful foreign tribes, but the unruly Arabs had to rely on the local Arab sheikhs and religious leaders, and only by working closely with these people could the outsiders rule safely.

Ibn Saud was so confident in his dominance in the land that the Wahhabi teachings, while a hidden danger, also gave him a stable popular heart, and he could muster an army of 100,000 at any time if he gave the order for jihad. Just convince the faithful that this is a war to defend the religion, and that these invaders will not be able to move an inch in this land.

No believer will dare to help these infidels, and the enemy will have no clean water to drink, no food to eat, no guide to guide them, and the enemy will be lost in the desert and will eventually be buried in the sea of dust, just like the foolish invaders of the past.

"All this was said by Ibn Saud himself?" With a smile on his face, Jürgen opened the toolbox on the table next to him.

"Ahem, ahem... I swear to the true God that what I say is true, ahem... Lord Jürgen... No, no... You can't... Grunt. Graemrock lifted one end of the plank, and Prince Farsher, tied to the other end of the plank, was immediately submerged in a water-filled manger.

"Soak for thirty more seconds this time, he's almost at his limit." Jürgen said to the SS sergeant.

"No problem, Major." Graeme Rock replied aloud.

The Grey Swords were in awe of the SS major, who, although he was also a member of the General Security Bureau, belonged to the field police unit, and in fact, like ordinary people, had only heard the mysterious rumors of the Gestapo and had never really seen the excitement of today.

The major had already pushed the interrogation technique into the realm of art, not to mention the knowledge, and the SS sergeant had probably not even heard of it before, and Graemrock asked himself if he put himself in the position of the person being interrogated, at most he would hold on for half a day.

Major Jürgen's knowledge is extremely extensive, it seems that there is nothing in this world that he does not understand, as long as the prisoner speaks, he will quickly fall into the control of the major, such as the captured black slave prohibition, the major is only a little provocative in his words, and the black soldier will give the major the answer he wants to know, and the whole process does not cost half a cent of effort.

Compared to the stupid forbidden army, this prince is obviously more difficult to deal with, although he is an ignorant turtle, but the prince is not stupid, he knows that those are what he can say, which are secrets that must not be revealed to outsiders.

Major Huergen valued Colonel Dogen's orders too much to leave a visible scar on the prince, so after consulting with Captain Horn, he decided to use waterboarding, handed down from the Medieval Inquisition, and this ancient punishment, after seven hundred years, was once again used on the infidels.

PS: Thank you all for your support, the author will continue to work hard.

I've said it before, and I'll send another notice tomorrow, and tomorrow the author has something, so I'll pause the update for a day,

At the same time, the double watch of the day after tomorrow will also be changed to the day after tomorrow, I hope you can understand.