Chapter 527 Warning petals

In the suburbs of Paris in the evening, a touch of residual sun slanted on the ground, and wisps of smoke rose from the potholed surface and melted into the last palpitation.

There is nothing to see. Paris in the distance has almost become a dead city. In the past month, nearly two million people have strangled each other and used more than one million shells, which has completely silenced the city. So no matter which side the camera turns to, what you see are the corpses and fragments left by the explosion. Not long ago, when little Maoqi came to inspect, Paris had become hell!

It is not only the hell of Britain and the United States, but also the hell of the German army.

In the lens, there was a scene of German soldiers stuffing a one-ton shell into the barrel of the "Big Bel Tower" with a winch. This scene made Wang Shizhen shake her head secretly and put down the telescope.

The excellent performance in front of the fortress made the German headquarters remember these big treasures, so it would rather delay three more days to launch an attack for them, and these three days are just deadly from now on!

In front is Paris, not strong fortresses such as Belfort, Ebinard, Tuor and Verden.

The emperor gave Germany 100 A7 tanks and hundreds of engines, which was equivalent to giving little Mourch the capital to complete the most important rotation of the Schryffin plan, but the German Chief of General Staff still did not understand the plan. In his opinion, if he wanted to find a word to describe the whole plan, it would be the speed of soldiers.

But the Germans were too slow. Although they finally completed the roundabout and successfully approached Paris, they took the initiative to slow down until the follow-up troops arrived. It seemed that this could form a huge and stable semi-encirclement, but in fact, it gave France and Britain a chance to breathe.

Little Mourke and the German staff were still a little confused. At the beginning, they withdrew the number of right-wing round-wing troops, and then did not accelerate the impact with tanks, but waited for the following troops to follow. In addition, Germany's inexperience in using radio, the communication was chaotic, the command was not smooth, and the road conditions were also very good. Poor, which makes the two sides return to the old road of the traditional European army.

The power of the "Big Belta" is very great, but it is of no use to such a large city as Paris. In addition to scaring people, the slow-moving weakness has dragged down the German army at this time.

However, after all, the German army can't be blamed for being so slow. These days, he has seen clearly that German soldiers are very good in terms of fighting will and ability, and middle and low-level officers are also very dedicated. In addition to little Maoqi, there are also a lot of talents in the General Staff, but no matter how powerful they are, they can't change the iron. The road is a muddy road to face after being destroyed by the retreat of the French army.

Due to the reduction of troops when rotating, and the transfer of two armies and a cavalry division to support the Eastern Front in the later stage, the German army was insufficient in strength at this time, and they did not understand the role of tanks, so they had to slow down and wait for more troops to arrive.

But when the French army retreated, it destroyed most of the railway lines, so that the German train had to enter the French border and let the soldiers come on foot, which made it very difficult. Although about 5,000 trucks were sold to Germany before the start of the war, in the face of nearly a million soldiers and huge logistics, it was just a drop in the bucket. Yes.

The Germans were aware of the problem, so the factory began to work overtime to produce cars and tanks, but they could not catch up with the battle.

Although he has been a soldier for many years and has seen too much blood, the scene in front of him still makes him a little worried. According to German statistics, 250,000 German soldiers have been killed and injured in the battle for Paris, and the defending British and French allied forces have paid at least 400,000 casualties.

The first step of the emperor's consumption of Europe has begun. The fall of Paris is only a matter of time or later, but the loss of Paris does not mean that France has failed. The four large fortresses built along the Alps, Belfort, Ebinard, Tuor and Verdun, have not been lost, which laid the foreshadowing for the future counterattack. .

But this is no longer something he needs to care about.

Wang Shizhen accelerated his pace and walked back. His task was basically over, and the most important thing left was to take back the treasure that once belonged to the empire!

Thinking of this, his breath suddenly became short, and he hurried back to the barracks with several guards.

In the camp, the Nighthawk brigade, which had just arrived for two days, was ready. Wen Xiu, who was lying on the table and studying the plan with several captains, met Wang Shizhen and immediately got up to salute.

Looking at the night eagle's virtuous [***] costume, Wang Shizhen always has a kind of impulse to laugh. His expression made Wenxiu and other night eagles couldn't help smiling and look at himself.

"Do you understand the plan?"

Wen Xiu nodded: "Don't worry, Chief of Staff, we are sure to control there, but one day at most. If the time is too long, we can't keep it."

"One day is enough!" Wang Shizhen went to the table, pointed to the map and said, "The German army will launch a full-scale attack tomorrow morning. Last night, they also transferred all the 100 tanks they had just produced. Unless the opposite Britain and France are tied with explosives to block the guns, or tomorrow will be the end."

"Well, let's go right away." With Wang Shizhen's promise, Wenxiu and the Nighthawks suddenly had confidence in their hearts.

"The emperor and William II have passed the telegram. He has agreed that we can take back our own things. In addition, I have also said hello to the German army, so you will stick to it immediately after you get it. Be sure to wait until the army enters the city!"

"Yes!" Hearing the solemn words of the Deputy Chief of General Staff, Wen Xiu and Ye Ying also knew that this matter was very important, otherwise the emperor would not have sent them all the way, so he immediately saluted them heavily.

With Wang Shizhen leaving and going to discuss the offensive route with the Germans and concentrating on the night eagle, Wen Xiu has begun to take everyone to make final preparations.

Because it is necessary to go deep into the middle of hundreds of thousands of troops, sufficient ammunition is necessary. In the end, Wen Xiu even asked everyone to take out unnecessary things and fill their backpacks with ammunition.

As the night gradually darkened, the night eagles suddenly pulled down their masks, put on the helmets of German soldiers, and blended into the darkness--

Riyadh, Masmatt Castle.

Ibn Saud looked at the British envoy beside him, got up and walked to the window.

The streets of Riyadh at night are still dark. Although the power plant built by the Xinhua Empire is already under construction, it will take at least a year to use it, which makes this residential area known as a desert oasis seem to be out of touch with external civilization.

Ancient religion makes people here very resistant to modern civilization. When cars arrive here for the first time, people even rush to burn it.

Ibn Saud, the ruler of this vast land, has changed people's traditions. He sent people to Hajj with trucks purchased from Xinhua, and established a special transportation route so that the people around him could go to various cities very smoothly, which gradually changed the concept of backwardness.

From then on, Ibn Saud was known as the Emir of Riyadh.

But even if he is recognized by people, Neizhi is still not a real country. Poverty and backwardness plague here. The barren deserts make transportation extremely inconvenient. In order to solve this, he had to give the railway from Riyadh to Dammam to the British. Recently, he sold the railway right to Kuwait to Xinhua. It relieves economic pressure.

But at this moment, the news that Osman joined the war made him a little restful. At this time, he stood in front of the window of Masmat Castle and looked at the small oasis city in front of him. The great Emir frowned.

Originally, he didn't need to worry so much at all. Although Xinhua sold 10,000 rifles more than a decade ago to support him in retaking Riyadh, he knew very well that this is still the British world.

Unexpectedly, a naval battle in the Strait of Hormuz two years ago forced Britain to hand over Kuwait, and the New China Empire made a lightning agreement with the Ottomans to buy Kuwait, Basra, Avas and Abadan, and merge into the Greater Kuwait region, where a Small fleet and three thousand marines.

This means that the Eastern Empire entered the Arab world again hundreds of years after Mongolia!

If there is no such thing, perhaps this will be his happiest moment, because this means that he can use the British to attack the Osman-backed Rashid family, completely rule Neizhi, and even have the opportunity to drive away the Hashim family that ruled Hanzhi, and truly become the great sultan of Nezhi and Hanzhi.

But now, the Xinhua Empire lying in Greater Kuwait is stuck in its neck like a fish bone. They provided a huge amount of military assistance to the Ottomans. Although it was exchanged by the Ottomans for the land, it still made him very worried.

The most important thing is that I sent people to contact the officials of the Xinhua Empire in Greater Kuwait several times, but I never got a clear reply. The small chiefs in Greater Kuwait began to enjoy a steady stream of benefits because they got oil shares. In addition, Xinhua made it clear that it would ensure their reading ability and self So they all stood on Xinhua's side, making things more and more difficult.

He knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to win the whole Neizhi and Hanzhi, which was called Sudan, but the risk was undoubtedly very high.

How to solve it?

"Great Emir, I can understand your concern, but please rest assured that our country has recruited 200,000 troops from Egypt and India, and the final scale will reach 500,000, or even one million!"

"In addition, the Royal Fleet and the French Fleet are ready to completely blockade the Strait of Hormuz, so I believe that anyone must bow their heads in the face of such a powerful force!" Seeing that Ibn Saud's shoulders moved gently, Sir Ernst knew that he was a little moved. He immediately stood up and continued while the iron was hot: "In addition, Prime Minister Asquith believes that this peninsula is so chaotic that it is necessary to choose a real leader to maintain stability, so he is in the Hashem family and you. I hesitate."

500,000 troops!

This number made Ibn Saud's heart tremble. The pain in Paris has obviously made Britain angry, so he mobilized such a powerful force. He has worked hard for so many years and has only a few tens of thousands of troops in his hand. If he shakes his head now, will Britain support the Hashem family immediately?

The Xinhua Empire only has 3,000 marines and seven small warships in Kuwait. If the British really sends 200,000 troops, 3,000 people will be useless!

"Great Mr. Emir, I'm going back first. I hope you can give me a message as soon as possible." Sir Ernst knew that it was impossible to force the other party to submit immediately, so after looking out of the dark window, he decided to think about it all night.

"Okay." Ibn Saud made a gesture of invitation and personally sent the British envoy to the gate of the castle. After the carriage left, he walked in with a sad face, but he did not notice that several pairs of eyes had been aimed at him in the low buildings in the distance.

"Ban!"

In the dark, a big hand suddenly pulled the bolt, and after exiting the shell case, the second bullet was also loaded again. When all this was completed, Ibn Saud had jumped down like a rabbit in the scope, and the nearest bodyguard behind him had fallen down.

"Ban Bang."

In the darkness around

, there were four consecutive shots. After the gunshot, the guards who rushed to the target and tried to protect fell down one after another. When they saw the target, they wanted to run into the building, and their hands were aimed at him.

"Ban."

In the crisp sound of gunfire, a mass of sparks suddenly splashed in front of him and under his feet. He was so scared that his face turned white and he immediately ran back.

The second failed shooting did not give the big hand a chance to be disappointed. His body rolled on the ground a few times. After moving more than a meter away, he quickly put on the scope. The outside of the thigh of the target who tried to escape in the camera had been pierced by his partner. After losing his strength, he could only kneel down at the door and could not move.

Next to

, the deputy was also an observer who immediately stuffed the two shell casings into his pocket and rolled more than a foot before lifting the telescope again, making a three gesture to the big hand.

This represents that from their point of view, there are three targets to rescue Ibn Saud.

This time, the big hand did not stop at all. He quickly pulled the trigger three times and put down the three bodyguards who were close to the rescue target in just ten seconds!

"Ban Bang."

Several more shots exploded from his feet and side, and Ibn Saud, who knelt down at the door with his thighs, turned white. He did not expect to be ambushed at the gate of the castle.

Who is going to kill himself?!

"Ban Bang."

More and more bodyguards in the castle rushed out and began to fight back to the firelight rising from time to time in the distance, but this seemed to be useless. Those Mars had been moving, and what surprised him more was that they hit themselves, so that they could not move and did not move. It seemed that they forgot to make up a bullet, but killed with all their strength. Those loyal bodyguards were raised.

A brave guard rushed to Ibn Saud's hand in front of him, and the bullet had penetrated his eyebrows, and the blood fog suddenly exploded from the back of his head. When he fell on his body, Ibn Saud found that the back half of his head had completely disappeared.

Two more guards rushed over with thick shields, but before they could get close, the thighs exposed under the shield were broken by bullets, and their whole body was paralyzed.

Whenever a bodyguard approached, the bullet would kill them immediately, but he was not shot again. This scene made Ibn Saud's heart suddenly fall to the freezing point and immediately shouted.

" Stop!"

"Go back!"

He is not a fool. Although the pain in his thigh is drilled, he still sees that those people did not kill themselves. Otherwise, with their precise shooting, they only need one bullet to kill themselves completely.

The shouting made the loyal bodyguards extremely surprised. They couldn't understand why the Emir wanted them to stop, but out of habit and order, they still stopped shooting.

When they stopped shooting, there was a silence in front of the castle, and the mysterious enemies like death did not continue to fire. This scene suddenly made everyone feel extremely strange.

Who the hell is it? What do they want to do!

A bodyguard, who saw that there was no more Mars in the dark, tried to take a few steps in front of Ibn Saud. Suddenly, the fire flashed, and the Mars exploded under his feet, blocking the way!

Everyone swallowed their thirsty throats and understood why Emil shouted to stop.

Accurate marksmanship, mysterious enemies, and strange actions made Ibn Saud and the guards feel cool in their hearts. They rushed to their heads along the spine, and their hands and feet trembled.

Nervousness and depression made this night particularly sultry. Bean-sized beads of sweat fell along the temples, soaking the traditional Arabian robe.

The enemy that can be seen is never terrible, but this kind of enemy who only hears the sound of gunfire and sees Mars but can't see any shadow makes everyone feel as if a big stone has been crushed in his chest.

In the distance, there was a dense sound of footsteps. After quickly changing the magazine with his big hand and carefully checking whether there were shells and remnants under the body, he finally looked at Ibn Saud and the bodyguards who were stunned at the gate of the castle. He patted his assistant's shoulder, jumped off the roof, and played with several other groups. Then it disappeared in the direction of Kuwait.

As time went by, the blood of the bodyguards flowed along the lawn, soaking Ibn Saud's clothes and trousers. Everyone gasped carefully for fear of causing mysterious bullets.

More and more soldiers walked to the gate, but they were stopped by the guards. When the bodyguard who had just been forced back by the bullets moved boldly. Seeing that the bullets did not come, they moved another step, everyone began to hold their breath!

Step by step, he moved slowly like a puppet. When he finally fell down in front of Ibn Saud, everyone was relieved and found that his back was already soaked with sweat, and the wind blew extremely cool.

Under the protection of the bodyguards, Ibn Saud slowly stood up and looked around and found that in less than ten minutes, there were no less than 30 corpses lying around, with themselves as the center, scattered on the large lawn at the door like withered petals.

When he raised his head, he found that Sir Ernst, the British special envoy who had just left, had returned to the door and hid behind the carriage, with a pale and blue face.

"Who is it?"

Looking at the dozens of warning withered petals floating around him, Ibn Saud was chilled. Obviously, neither the Rashid family and Osman could do it. They would only kill themselves!

Is that the Hashim family who also wants to rule the peninsula? Or is it a trick deliberately arranged by the British?

Or!

(to be continued)