One of the greatest manhunts of the war is about to start.
From the heart of the Libyan desert the daring marauders strike, destroying Rommel’s air fleet on the ground.
But the S.A.S. cannot be allowed to get away with it, and Rommel orders them to be pursued, killed or captured.
So begins one of the greatest manhunts of the war — a small patrol of British guerrillas hounded over the vast Sahara, doubling and turning in their tracks to try to throw off the relentless pursuers.
At just twenty-three, Captain Alan Yeats-Urley is patrol commander of the S.A.S., leading fierce men whose sole mission is to kill.
Nevertheless, he is a good commander, and one whose word is followed.
Bit by bit, through cunning and guile, they inch their way closer to the safety of Tobruk.
But when then the Germans are given permission to use any means at their disposal, from flying columns to Stuka dive-bombers, and even paratroops, suddenly, the road to Tobruk is starting to look very long indeed…