Chapter 444 Farouk I 1

Soon, a large engineering team arrived here and started excavation work.

Although Yannick wanted to see the gold dug out with his own eyes, it would take at least ten days or half a month for these huge rocks to be cleaned up, and he didn't have the time to wait here for so long, so he could only go home early.

Before leaving Egypt, he wrote a letter of persuasion and scattered it in Cairo. However, Admiral Wavell was obviously a diehard and ignored these letters of persuasion.

Two days later, ten he117 bombers slowly flew over Cairo. Although Cairo implemented a blackout, the camps of the German, Italian and French coalition forces surrounding Cairo were brightly lit, and it was difficult for these bombers to find their targets.

"Drop the bomb!"

As the bombardier pulled the wrench hard, the ten bombs in the bomb bay fell one after another at intervals of a few seconds.

These were not ordinary aerial bombs, but fuel-air bombs, one of the secret weapons of the German army. Each fuel-air bomb weighed 500 kilograms, and ten bombers dropped a total of 50 tons of fuel-air bombs.

The explosion of fuel-air bombs is different from that of ordinary explosives, because fuel-air bombs use oxygen within the explosion range, while ordinary explosives rely on their own oxygen supply. Therefore, in terms of power, fuel-air bombs are 5 to 10 times more powerful than the explosion of TNT of the same mass. The working principle is to rely on the full mixing of its own fuel and air, and finally detonate again to form a large-area shock wave with high temperature (about 3000 degrees Celsius), high pressure (pressure at the center point is as high as 3000 kilopascals), and high speed (between 1500 meters per second and 3000 meters per second), and eliminate living personnel through detonation, combustion and suffocation. Any of these three points is fatal to personnel.

Moreover, fuel-air bombs are a type of area-killing weapon. There is no high requirement for accuracy when they are deployed. The aerosol density generated by the mixture of fuel and air is greater than that of air, so it will flow to the lower part to fill the entire space, and the destructive effect on confined spaces such as trenches and bunkers is particularly obvious.

At this time, a helicopter was hovering over the encirclement. In the cabin, Italian and Vichy French officers stared at the huge red mushroom cloud rising in Cairo, shouting "God".

The shock wave of the explosion in the distance even reached this side. The helicopter was a little bumpy in the shock wave. Rommel, who was riding with them, grabbed the handrail beside him and smiled at the shocked officers. "Don't be surprised, everyone. This is not our army's trump card. In the near future, our army will have a super weapon that can destroy a city."

Hearing this, the Italian and Vichy French officers were all dumbfounded, with deep fear in their eyes.

There were raging fires and smoke everywhere in Cairo. The buildings within the explosion range of the fuel-air bomb became a ruin, and the personnel were either scorched or suffocated to death, with heavy casualties.

Early the next morning, Admiral Wavell, who had been busy all night, got the casualty statistics. His hands holding the statistical report could not stop shaking. In just one night, they lost nearly one-fifth of their troops! !

What he couldn't understand was that many concealed fortifications were not damaged, but none of the soldiers hiding inside survived. The bodies of the dead had no signs of shrapnel or burns, but their mouths were wide open; many people scratched their throats before dying, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

In the morning, the German army dropped leaflets again, and the content was very simple.

If you don't surrender, drop more bombs tonight.

"Surrender! Surrender!" The Egyptian and Indian soldiers, who had long been frightened by the horrible death of their friendly forces, rushed to the Allied positions outside the city to surrender.

In just half a day, tens of thousands of people surrendered.

Admiral Wavell's determination to fight to the end was almost gone. If there were a few more rounds of bombing, would there be anyone alive in Cairo? The most important thing is that if this terrible bomb falls on the underground fortification where he is...

Thinking about the tragic state of those corpses, Admiral Wavell's face turned pale.

After hesitating for a while, he sent the last telegram to London and then announced the surrender of the entire army.

The German, Italian and French coalition forces marched into Cairo in a mighty manner.

Rommel didn't think highly of Admiral Wavell at all. After a simple surrender ceremony, he went straight to Abdin Palace.

Abdin Palace was built by order of Ismail Pasha of the Muhammad Ali Dynasty and designed by French architects. Construction began in 1863 and it was put into use in 1874 after 11 years. Abdin Palace is considered one of the most luxurious palaces in the world. It is extremely luxurious in terms of decoration and painting. The living rooms of the palace are mostly decorated with pure gold, which shows that it is not ordinary gorgeous.

Walking into the palace, there was a faint smell of blood in the air, and the ground was covered with blood stains that had not been wiped clean.

Rommel frowned slightly, and an officer not far away ran over to salute. "Report to the general, the palace guards resisted and have been completely eliminated."

"Where is Farouk I?"

"He has been controlled."

Rommel nodded and continued to walk in. He walked into the magnificently decorated hall and saw several soldiers guarding several men and women kneeling on the ground. To be precise, there were one man and several women.

"General!"

Hearing the salutes from several soldiers, the kneeling man quietly raised his head and looked at Rommel. He met his sharp eyes and lowered his head in a hurry.

Rommel looked at this young man who was still childish and smiled. "You are the 'Cairo Thief'"

At a banquet, a pocket watch of British Prime Minister Churchill was stolen. Fortunately, he found it in time. But what he didn't expect was that the thief was actually King Farouk I of Egypt. You know, Egypt is a semi-colony of Britain. It's a big joke to steal things from the master. Churchill was furious about this, and the British government protested seriously. Farouk had no choice but to return the pocket watch to Churchill.

After a lesson, Farouk did not quit. In order to improve his business, Farouk searched all over the country and finally found an experienced old pickpocket in prison to learn from him. He learned a lot of stealing skills. After learning, he went to various balls and evening parties in the palace, wandered among the VIPs to steal, and kept the stolen items as personal collections.

In 1944 in the original time and space, when the funeral procession of the King of Iran passed through Egypt, Farouk I stole the burial objects from the king's body, including swords, belts and medals.

Farouk stole things purely for pleasure, to satisfy his psychological need to own all the beautiful things, rather than to use them. Many of the things he stole were useless to him, so he had to throw them into the warehouse after getting them. The stolen goods became more and more, so that the palace later had to set up a warehouse specifically for these things.