Battle of the Third Reich

Crabs have crabs, snakes have snakes, and they are also placed in human society. Although the North African continent is vast, humans are still used to walking on the roads pioneered by their predecessors.

These roads were not developed casually, but after several generations or even dozens of tests by tourists and merchants, humans may not be as adaptable as wild animals, but they will use wisdom to make up for the defects.

There is not only a single road on the Gobi. There are often two to three paths to the same destination. They are distinguished from each other according to distance, difficulty of access and the amount of water on the road. Some roads are only suitable for two or three travelers. Others can support a long journey of a hundred caravan.

Normally, caravans in North Africa will choose to travel along the coastline. Many of these solid roads were built during the Roman Empire. The Romans who were good at building were always famous for building roads. The fast-moving avenue of goods, commodities and goods is still used by local people after thousands of years of wind and frost.

However, for smugglers, these roads are obviously not in the selection list. These roads are filled with various checkpoints and armed border patrols. Once they find out their own private goods, they are not relying on them. It can be settled with a little fortune. Big businessmen can bribe customs officials and the army, while ordinary small businessmen can only take risks and choose to take the ancient path to bypass the border from the dried-up Gobi.

Under normal circumstances, those Italian border patrols would not find themselves uncomfortable and risk getting lost into the wilderness, but the body of an Italian officer is now placed in front of the two officers.

"As an Italian officer, this man obviously walked a bit far away." Hanster crouched down and carefully observed the rotten corpse in front of him, as if he didn't care about the terrible breath in the air.

"Sergeant, carefully search the surrounding area and report any abnormalities to me immediately." The army lieutenant ordered.

"The same is true of us, Sergeant Major, with the soldiers searching every corner of the place, and can't let go of any suspicious clues." Lieutenant Loire said in a breath, immediately covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, this smell It's so disgusting.

"I've seen even more terrifying things on the battlefield, at least this guy is still intact." Hanster reached out to untie the pocket on the chest of the corpse and pulled out a booklet from inside.

"Lieutenant Anthony of the Fifteenth Infantry Regiment of the Italian Army, come and see." Hanster handed the booklet to Loire, and the other side held out **** and pinched the edge.

"Relax, it's clean, without any body fluids." Hanster smiled deliberately.

"Please don't say anything again, Lieutenant, I'm about to vomit." Loire clutched his nose and mouth and opened the document with one hand.

"Fifty-fifth Savona Infantry Division, Army Lieutenant should not be here." After reading the content in the identity column, Loire also found the problem.

"This man is not a national gendarme, nor a border guard, but a regular army. If my intelligence is not lagging, the 15th Infantry Regiment should still enjoy the tropical sun comfortably in Babidia, but this second lieutenant Now he is dead in a deserted village in the territory of ******." Hanster removed the armband from his body and unbuttoned his uniform, ignoring the dead person's already scary purple skin. He reached into the uniform pocket of the uniform, and the French lieutenant couldn't help but retched again.

"The wallet and all the bills are there. Let's see where he last spent? The Poseidon restaurant? Have you heard of this place?" The German major opened the wallet and whistled softly.

"This Mr. Anthony is a rich man. It's about 1,500 liras, worth about two hundred marks."

"That's more than four hundred francs. What did he bring so much money to the desert to do? Does he think there is a seafood noodle restaurant?" The French lieutenant gave a rare humor.

"Who knows, there is no trauma, no belongings have been looted, no weapons have been fired, he should not have encountered a bandit." Hanster carefully inspected the body's belongings.

"His uniform should be custom-made, the fabric is very advanced, and the workmanship is very delicate. Look at this mark here, hello, dear Loire, look here." Hanster opened the military uniform to show the French ensign to the inner garment Secret memory.

"This is the best tailor shop in Rome. I heard Mussolini also made uniforms there."

"Did this person be a big man." Hearing this, the French lieutenant began to be a little interested.

"It may be just a little nobleman, but it is definitely not an ordinary character." At this moment in the eyes of the French, the German in front of him was like a detective possessed by a novel, and he almost took a pipe in his mouth.

"Then how do you think he died, Mr. Detective."

"I still can't confirm the true cause of death. I have a guess that needs some evidence to verify." Hanster took the deceased's Italian military kettle and swayed, then unscrewed the cork and poured out some clean water.

"He should have been dead for less than twelve hours. The decay is completely due to temperature. After all, he is also a soldier. We should at least give him a decent military funeral." Hanster put the kettle down and stood up. When he hit the dead second lieutenant's boots and bowed his head to pay tribute, Loire also put down his handkerchief and reached out to draw a cross on his chest.

"Second Lieutenant, we found it." At this moment the German sergeant ran into the room with only four walls left.

"We have found the bodies of some buried Italian soldiers. Four of them have been dug out, and there should be more in them." The sergeant saluted a military salute to Hanster, and then reported loudly.

"This is the evidence I want to find." Hanster said excitedly to Loire.

The corpse pit is not far from here, just behind a semi-collapsed building, it can be seen that the person responsible for the burial is a bit lazy, and the digging is small and shallow. Perhaps they think that there are very few people passing by, so they did not do it at all. Any disguise and cover up.

Several attentive German soldiers soon found traces of excavation and burial here. When they used infantry shovel to dig up the surface of the sand, they were shocked by their discovery.

With a total of fourteen corpses, plus the second lieutenant in the house, this should be an Italian army unit that strengthened the standard of the class. Unlike the second lieutenant, the soldiers’ bodies were completely looted. Several soldiers’ clothes, pants, and footwear were stripped off. The people who buried them took all their weapons and personal belongings.

"I discovered before that the second lieutenant would not be here alone, he would bring at least one **** force." Hanster opened the shirt of one of the Italian soldiers because he was buried in the sand, The decay of these bodies was slightly better than that of the second lieutenant.

"How do you see it, Lieutenant." Loire asked curiously.

"When I saw his carefully manicured nails, I knew that it was impossible for this kind of person to travel alone. And the Italian second lieutenant was wearing brand new riding boots with no traces of wear on the soles, obviously he was not walking Coming here. So have we seen his horse? No." Hanster crouched down to examine the remains of another soldier.

"Loire, someone took his mount and took his luggage, but the second lieutenant didn't stop it. What does that mean?" Hanster asked, raising his head.

"He has no ability to stop it, or he was already dead at that time." The French lieutenant felt a bit dizzy in his head.

"He should have been alive at the time, and he should have gone into hiding. Those people could not find him, so the second lieutenant was not buried here with his men." Hanster stood up and pulled out the kettle on his waist , Pour out some water and wash your right hand.

"These people were killed almost at the same time. Like the second lieutenant, there were no signs of trauma. Someone took away their belongings, horses, and weapons after their death. I think you should have guessed the reason. , Loire." Hanster said with a smile to the French ensign.

"I heard some veterans talk about similar things. I always thought that they were just made up to frighten people. I didn't expect that this time I came out and let me see the real case. They were poisoned by people and only at the same time. All were killed here." Loire's face became unusually ugly.

"What worries me is that these Italian guys were poisoned, their real purpose." Hanster said seriously.

"Isn't it the seizure of these people's property and weapons?" Loire looked at the German second lieutenant in surprise.

"It is indeed possible. But you should pay attention that these people are not patrols, but elite infantry of the Italian Army. They should not be here at all." Hanster said in a deep voice.

"If my guess is correct, these Italian soldiers quietly crossed the border and came to this place, which should be related to the goal of our operation."

"In this way, the purpose of poisoning these Italian guys is very doubtful." Loire thought with his hand on his chin.

"Now this is just a guess, there is not enough evidence to prove anything. But now I have an ominous hunch that our goal may be targeted by some unscrupulous characters." Hanster said with a frown.

"Then what should we do now." The French lieutenant was deeply convinced by the other party's meticulous thinking at this time, and decided that this action should be based on the other party's head. Although the original command of this unit was also in the other party's hands, it was not On behalf of him is true obedience.

"The troops turned around and searched in the direction of Loire Spring. If those people were going to be detrimental to the target, they might have ambushed there now." Hanster said loudly.

"The Virgin is on board, everyone immediately mounts, ready to go, hoping that everything will be within time." Loire quickly issued orders to his subordinates.

"Second lieutenant, should you replenish drinking water first?" a non-commissioned officer asked.

"Do you want to be the same as these people? Who knows if the poison that poisoned these people was in the well."

"It should be no problem, we just drank the horse." The sergeant answered with a look of amazement.

"They shouldn't have poisoned the well, Loire, this group took away the horses carried by the Italians, these horses are obviously not poisoned. Give everyone five minutes to replenish the water, everyone must fill their portable kettles, I don’t know when the next replenishment will take place. Sergeant Ludwig, please help me fill them up.” Hanster untied the two kettles hanging from his waist and handed them to the sergeant around him.

ps: It's too late to come back today, but finally it catches up.

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