Battle of the Third Reich

At this time, Zuwala was just an ordinary harbour town in western Libya, the capital of the later Higny province of Linigate, and at this time all the residents had only a combined population of more than 3,000.

This is a standard Mediterranean fishing port. The depth of the coast is very shallow, and it is also covered with coral reef disks. The small port simply cannot accommodate large transport ships.

After all, the local fishery resources are still abundant. The Mediterranean is equally generous to everyone. There are a large number of natural sponges growing at the bottom of the nearby shallow sea. This was a very tight resource at the time. At this time, although artificial sponges have begun to enter mass production, some characteristics of natural sponges cannot be replaced by those of artificial products.

The fishermen and sponge collectors will take a humble wooden boat to the sea every morning, and they will not return until the sunset in the evening. They will use the hard work of the day to exchange the money from the acquired merchants for life. Day after year.

Although facing the sea here, the freshwater resources are not abundant, and the groundwater is only enough for daily use by residents, unable to meet the irrigation needs of agricultural fields. The local environment cannot grow crops such as rice, but it is very suitable for the growth of olive trees, so the suburbs of the city are filled with large and small olive plantations. Every year, hundreds of tons of high-quality olive oil are produced here, except for a small amount. In addition to local consumption, most of them are sent to the Italian local market.

The town cannot be self-sufficient. Most residents’ daily supplies and food need to be imported from outside. The sponge and olive oil industry has brought many business opportunities to the town, and it has also led to the prosperity of the town. However, with the influx of trade merchants and migrant workers, the security situation here has become somewhat complicated. The local Italian police are completely in the middle of the day, and most of the time they rely on the local clan to handle the affairs on the ground.

Julian entered Zuwara in a donkey cart that transported vegetables, vegetables and eggs. The merchants who drove the car delivered fresh ingredients to the two restaurants in the town on time every day.

The French pretended to be elaborate in advance, and I believe that Abdul would not be able to recognize him now.

Loire Spring’s encounter made him more alert, especially when Abdul told him that there were Germans in that cavalry squadron, he was almost certain that his whereabouts were once again exposed. The targets of these cavalry searches It should be yourself.

Because Julian was not with the guide, these cavalrymen did not embarrass Abdul and apprentices. After verification, they simply returned the seized luggage and camels to the Moroccans. The cavalry didn't even go to search the items in the luggage carefully. Maybe they don't think this young and old looks like a smuggler. Julian knows that if these people are a little more serious, they can find many items carried by Europeans, but now that these are meaningless, Julian regards it as another miracle that God has given him.

From the moment when he set off from Paris, he has encountered too many accidents along the way. He has been very low-key, but I don't know why, some troubles will always find him automatically.

Julian knew how important the documents he carried were, and he tensed his nerves all the time as he crossed the French mainland.

He always felt a pair of mysterious eyes behind him monitoring his every move, but no matter how many times he changed lines and how many learned escape methods, he could not get rid of this tracking. He even thought that he might be nervous, probably because of excessive mental stress, but when he secretly boarded a fishing boat across the Mediterranean and stepped on the land of North Africa, this vision, which had always been like a bone gangrene, suddenly disappeared. At this time, he suddenly realized that what he felt before might not be an illusion.

Obviously his task is no longer a secret, and someone inside the organization must have leaked out the wind. What happened later proved his judgment. The local liaison in Tunisia told him that some of the core members of the organization were arrested in France, his identity may have been exposed, even the underground network of the organization in North Africa. No matter how safe the French are, they may initiate a search and arrest at any time.

The liaison said that if he hadn't waited for his arrival, he had already found a way to transfer. Finally, the man gave Julian a piece of paper with a name and an address on it, requesting that he must arrive at that place within fifteen days, and connect with the person on the piece of paper. The other party would tell him what to do next .

Following the man's arrangement, Julian came to the border town of Tunisia and hired two local guides to try to cross the Libyan border. Everyone knows the following things. Finally, there was no danger. Julian arrived in Libya safely.

But when he stepped into a border town on the way to his destination, the indescribable feeling appeared again, and then it was like what happened in France, even if he was in the desert. The feeling of being watched still hasn't diminished.

"This is a natural spy. He can feel that someone is monitoring himself and rarely encounters such a keen opponent. Under normal circumstances, this kind of target is the most difficult to deal with." In the town of Zwala, a second floor On the rooftop of the building, a man in a gray Arab robe, holding a telescope, observed Julian sitting in a donkey cart.

"For me, there are no hard targets to deal with. They only have the difference between life and death. According to the data, this person used to be a sergeant in the French Army and received some basic military training. This kind of target can't threaten me at all." The talking man was wearing an off-white suit, a flat straw hat on his head, and a sniper rifle with a bandage around his body. He was looking at Julian with his sight, and the line was firmly Pressed on the head of the French.

"There are no suspicious characters found around, and no one seems to be following him." Shen Sheng said.

"This is good news. When he arrives at the predetermined location and catches up with target number three, our task will be completed." The sniper's sight left the sight. He picked up a telescope and checked the surrounding roof.

The basic living conditions of Zuwala residents are not bad. Many families have built adobe flat roof houses unique to North Africa. However, people with good status and good economy will add two floors to the roof, and most people live in bungalows. .

At this time, it was in the morning, most of the work went to the workshop or went to the sea. There were not many pedestrians on the street. There were a few Papar women wearing beautiful silk scarves walking on the street with a small trailer carrying a jug. There are also several local laymen sitting and chatting in the shadow of the building. This is an ordinary day in this North African town. No one would think that there was a stranger hidden in the donkey cart that was slowly walking on the street in front of him, and no one would think that there were two other strangers coming from now. They are now squatting on the top of a building a few hundred meters away. Along this street.

"Italian MI is going crazy this time. I can imagine the expression on the face of Major Giordano. This is Mussolini's order! You know, Mussolini!" The sniper rocked The index finger mimics the tone of the Italian intelligence officer.

"Haha, you really have talents in this area. If you don't do it one day, are you interested in going to the film industry? I know a few famous directors." The robe man laughed and teased his colleagues.

"I don't have this idea. I like my job now. It's both intense and exciting, and I can get a lot of salary." The sniper lowered his telescope and lifted his rifle again.

"Now he has reached his destination, just waiting for goal number three to appear."

"Attention, there is a car coming from the east, the sign is the Italian military police." The sniper reminded in a low voice.

"Damn, these guys never run out at this time, I hope there won't be any problems." The robe man quickly adjusted the focus of the telescope.

"What should we do now."

"Wait a minute, target No. 3 may appear at any time." The robe man said with a telescope, calmly.

The round-headed Italian Fiat car came along the street, the speed was not very fast, maybe the quality of the burned fuel was problematic, the engine exhaust pipe slammed and black smoke was sprayed out, and the body was painted with a lot of colorful The camouflage of the front of the car is also painted with a huge white military police logo.

Julian was climbing down the donkey cart at the moment. A wooden cage with several hens just fell over on him, making his Arabian robe now covered with a large amount of chicken feathers and chicken feces. This taste is simply suffocating.

"Thank you very much, God bless you." Julian stuffed a banknote in the hands of the merchant and then said goodbye to him.

By the time Julian turned his head to find the gendarmerie, the car painted in yellow and green camouflage had stopped in front of him.

"Stop." A gendarme ordered at the window.

"Come here, don't look around, it's you!" The gendarmerie sitting in the driver's position pulled his finger at Julian.

"God grants you peace, sir." Julian squeezed nervously and saluted to the other party tremblingly.

"I've never seen you before, where did you come from, is there any documents?" Chubby Italian Gendarmerie sergeant inquired loudly by the window.

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