Under the leadership of Saleh, the three vehicles circled around the stone mountain in front of them, which was only 40 to 50 meters high.

When the car parked in the shadow on the northwest side of this stone mountain, everywhere you looked, in addition to a few trees of unknown species, there were also many desert plants and a small area of ​​obvious artificial growth sparsely growing on the surface.

Planted watermelons.

Near the foot of the mountain, the most conspicuous things were some simple stone houses, as well as a group of goats and camels. He even saw a few fennec foxes that were obviously kept as pets, surrounding the tall and thin people.

Saluki dogs having fun.

Of course, there is also a well located in the center of these houses, and around the well, there are nomads wearing gray robes with AK rifles and even rocket launchers in their hands.

Under Wei Ran's slightly nervous gaze, Saleh was the first to open the door of the off-road vehicle, took off his hat and sunglasses, and waved enthusiastically to the alert Berbers.

Obviously, both sides were very familiar with each other. After seeing Saleh, the Berbers immediately raised their weapons and cheered.

"Soliman, do all the Berbers in the desert have a weapon?" Wei Ran, who had also opened the car door, asked the young man who had just jumped out of the truck.

"of course not"

Soliman called on Weiran to help him unload a plastic basket full of Coca-Cola and two large boxes of bullets from the bed of the truck, and then moved down five or six bags of flour. Then he explained with a smile, "This tribe is

Special case."

"Tell me more details?"

"sure"

Soliman shouted a few words in Arabic that Wei Ran couldn't understand, and immediately two Berbers in robes ran over carrying AK rifles and happily took over what they had just moved.

Materials.

It was only then that Soliman explained, "This place is very close to the border. When my father and I were doing smuggling business, we always brought cargo here and relied on these Berber camels to transport it to Libya. Of course,

, we occasionally use this place as a warehouse.”

"Rely on them?"

Wei Ran looked at the happy Berbers again. There seemed to be less than 50 Berbers at most, but there seemed to be at least sixty or seventy camels.

"Don't underestimate them," Soliman said very seriously, "They are the real masters of this desert."

"These people have always lived here?" Wei Ran asked as he followed the other person towards the center of the tribe.

"of course not"

Soliman simply answered this question superficially, without any in-depth explanation. Obviously, this should be a "trade secret" of their smuggling business.

Seeing this, Wei Ran stopped asking further questions in this regard. While helping Mr. Edward get off the off-road vehicle, he also changed the subject, "Where is the jeep you mentioned just now?"

"Don't worry, you'll see it soon."

Soliman gave it away with a smile, and with Wei Ran and Edward who looked novel, he caught up with Saleh who was walking in the front.

Surrounded by the Berbers, everyone walked into an open space surrounded by gauze cloth.

Obviously, this is the "reception room" of this tribe. Although there is still soft sand under the feet, the surrounding tulle and the canopy above block the fine sand blown by the wind.

Due to the shielding of the mountains, it is obviously much cooler here, but the Berber people around are even more enthusiastic than the sun in the sky.

Soon, several young Berbers brought the slaughtered watermelons on stainless steel trays, and outside the gauze wall that could not block the view at all, several Berbers had already begun to kill the sheep.

Although I couldn't understand what Saleh and the Berber tribe leader were talking about, it didn't delay Wei Ran and Edward from eating watermelon, let alone a few cute fennec foxes with their big ears.

The wet nose came closer and waited to eat the watermelon rind.

Taking a bite of the watermelon flesh that was so sweet that it almost hit his throat, Wei Ran spit it out into the palm of his hand and tried to hand it to a more courageous fennec fox, but he didn't expect that this little thing, which was smaller than a cat, didn't know what his eyes were.

Unfortunately, I still had a better appetite, so I actually bit his shoelace and started to pull it while shaking my head.

Wei Ran fed the watermelon pulp in his palm to another fennec fox that looked smarter. Wei Ran turned to Soliman who was also teasing the small animal next to him and asked, "How about we go take a look at that jeep?"

Soliman looked up and looked around, picked up a corner of watermelon and stood up, "Okay, I'll take you to see it."

"Mr. Edward, would you like to go and take a look? There is a jeep here from World War II."

"During World War II?"

Edward immediately threw away the watermelon rind in his hand, "Of course! Victor, is this the investigation clue you found?"

"Maybe"

Wei Ran gave an ambiguous answer, got up and followed Soliman out of the "reception room" that was ventilated everywhere.

Under the leadership of Soliman, the group of three people walked quietly to the well located in the center of the stone houses.

It was only then that Wei Ran noticed that there was a Willys Jeep chassis frame set up at a 45-degree angle on the edge of the well, which was nearly two meters in diameter!

Next to the well, there was half a 200-liter oil drum obviously used to fetch water. But what was even more exaggerated was that after the wire rope tied to the oil drum passed through the trailer hitch eye on the front of the chassis, another

One end was tied to a dirty camel not far away.

On the edge of the well, there is even a sink carved out of stone with a capacity as large as a bathtub.

"Want to take a bath?" Soliman asked abruptly.

Before Wei Ran could respond, he had already thrown the half oil drum into the well.

With the sound of "crash" and the splashing water at the bottom of the well, the camel that was originally lying on the sand stood up, spitting and cursing.

Soliman swayed the wire rope hanging in the well from side to side. When the rusty oil drum at the bottom of the well was filled with water, he immediately slapped the camel gently on the butt.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Under the tug of the camel, the wire rope gradually straightened, and then the oil drum filled with water from the bottom of the well was easily lifted up.

With a "swish" sound, the cool well water flowed accurately into the stone water tank beside the well as Soliman shook the wire rope again. The camel also came back with a "squeak" sound.

After feeding the camel the watermelon rind in his hand, Soliman washed his hands in the stone trough and then asked, "Did you see it?"

"The chassis frame of the Willys Jeep" Wei Ran shook his head helplessly, and then asked, "Where are the other things?"

"Over there"

Soliman wiped his hands haphazardly on his shorts, continued walking forward with Wei Ran and Edward, and finally stopped under a date palm tree.

Under the shadow of this tree, Wei Ran finally saw the body of the Willys Jeep. Although the hood was missing and the paint on the body was already mottled, but even so, it still attracted attention.

The place.

Behind the driver and passenger, on a rusty vehicle mount, there is still a twin Vickers K-type machine gun, and even the 100-round magazine capacity of the two machine guns is still there.

When the three of them arrived, there were still several children playing simulation driving and machine gun firing games in the car shell.

Although this child's game is too childish in the eyes of three adults "from big cities", looking at their skillful actions of disassembling and assembling bullet discs, you can tell that this "entertainment facility" may have accompanied them as they grew up.

.

Compared to this eye-catching World War II weapon, Weiran squatted at the front of the car and dug out the yellow sand that almost buried the radiator grille on the front of the car.

As expected, three radiator grilles on the left side of the front of the car were removed. Although the right one was intact, it had a pair of metal brackets on the edge.

There is no doubt that this bracket is used to install an external water cooler, but after such a long time, the water cooler has undoubtedly been removed and used for other purposes.

After walking around the car shell, Wei Ran even picked up one of the children in a light blue robe and carefully inspected the two Vickers K-type machine guns.

"Victor, what are you looking for?" Edward standing aside asked curiously.

"Production Date"

Wei Ran scratched the brand on the machine gun with his fingernail, "The gun was produced in 1940. It's a pity that the jeep was dismantled too much. Otherwise, we might have found more valuable clues."

"Do you think this has something to do with my grandfather?" Edward asked.

"Who knows?"

Wei Ran reloaded the two machine guns with empty ammunition trays, stepped away from the car shell that was half buried in the yellow sand, and smoothly and playfully held the child under the armpit, and put him back to the machine gunner.

location, and then explained slowly and casually, "This is not close to the front line of the Mediterranean battlefield, but this car was undoubtedly the equipment of the British army at that time, so it is difficult to say whether it has anything to do with your grandfather's incident. However, this car

The presence of the Jeep itself here speaks volumes."

"What does that mean?" Edward continued to ask, and at the same time, he took out a metal pipe from his pocket, took out the cigar inside, and then took out a cigar cutter.

"This was not the main battlefield at that time, which meant that the main British troops would not come here."

Wei Ran waved his hand and declined the cigar offered by the other party. He stood under the shade of a tree and continued, "The only people I can think of who can be sent here are the British Team L."

"Team L?" Edward put the cigar in his mouth and asked doubtfully, "What is Team L?"

"Have you always heard of SAS?" Wei Ran asked Edward.

"Of course I've heard of it"

Edward used a lighter to light the cypress stick in his hand and said nonchalantly, "The Mr. Matt who is always with Charlotte once served in that army."

"Mr. Matt is from SAS?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

"Once upon a time, that's all."

Edward corrected him while lighting his cigar, "He retired a few years ago due to rheumatism, and has been working for Mr. Charlotte since then. Victor, let's continue with your guesses."

Does Charlotte still need a bodyguard? His worth seems...

Wei Ran suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued his previous train of thought, "Whether it was Team L or SAS, in the North African battlefield at that time, they couldn't be here for vacation, right?"

Edward couldn't help but smile and joked, "Even if they wanted to take a vacation, they wouldn't come to a place like this."

Wei Ran spread his hands and said with almost certainty, "So there must be military targets here or nearby that are worthy of their dispatch."

"What military target?" Edward, who had already caught up with the train of thought, asked again like a shameless stickler.

"have no idea"

Weiran gave the obvious answer with an innocent face, "But at least it has been proven that there must be World War II German military facilities nearby that are worthy of their dispatch, right?"

Having said this, Wei Ran raised his hand and pointed in a random direction, "Considering that this is only a straight line distance of forty or fifty kilometers from the location where your grandfather was captured, we might as well make a few assumptions."

"What hypothesis?" Edward asked.

"Before all assumptions, let's assume that the Jeep is directly related to your grandfather."
To be continued...