Chapter 81

"Wuwu ~" accompanied by the melodious whistle, an ocean going cargo ship with rolling black smoke slowly drew to the shore, and the sailor with white scarf and bare arms shouted to drop the cable.

"Here we are, sir!" An Arab crew member with a white hat and a beard walked to the iron stairs, then turned to the cabin and knocked on a door of class A on the fourth floor.

"I see!" A vague answer came from the door of the room. Then, with a intermittent sound, the door opened, and a tall man in an Arab white robe wrapped tightly around his head walked out of the room with a suitcase.

"May Allah bless you!" The Arab crew nodded to the man.

"Bless you too!" The man didn't seem to be used to this way of saying hello, but he nodded reluctantly, then walked down the ship ladder and walked along the trestle to the shore.

"What happened to me?" Looking at the Arabs walking around with camels, and the Ottoman Turkish soldiers patrolling back and forth with Mauser 1888 on their back, and shouting at the street vendors, the man has a sense of time and space.

"Hey, what do you do?" Perhaps aware of the anomaly of the incoming man, two Ottoman Turkish soldiers walked towards the man.

"I..." when the man heard each other's muttering Arabic, he suddenly had a big head. He could only pretend not to hear clearly, waved his hand, and put his hand into the pocket of his robe. There was a loaded pistol in it.

"Take off your mask! Come on! " Two Turkish soldiers were very alert. One took off his rifle, loaded it, and then approached slowly.

Seeing that a conflict was inevitable, a man in a gray robe suddenly walked over with a camel and stood between the two sides.

"Sir, this is my distant cousin. He studied in Germany and came back to help me take over the family business this time! Sorry! " With a smile, the grey man took out a stack of Golden Imperial marks from his pocket and stuffed them to the soldiers.

"Cousin, Germany, can you speak German?" After receiving the money, the soldier put away his rifle, but still asked suspiciously.

"Big ass cracked, NIMA died, I'll come to Hebei Province!" The man blurted out.

Hearing such standard German, the two Turkish soldiers were relieved.

"Then you go quickly. Don't stay at the dock. We have received a tip. There may be British spies coming in recently!"

"Yes, we'll go right away!" The grey man nodded and watched the soldiers leave, then looked at the man and said in English, "welcome to Turkey, Mr. Lawrence!"

"Well, I'm not Lawrence..." the man was about to explain, but he was motioned to stop.

"This is not a place to talk. Come with me. We have to go a long way!" The man in gray pointed to the camel kneeling on one side.

"All right!" The man nodded and sat on the camel. The man in gray robe also rode on the front camel. They slowly walked out of the port city in the camel bell.

"Now you can put down your scarf! Mr. Lawrence! " After leaving the city and entering the desert, the man in gray took a water bag from the camel's back under his crotch, poured it into his mouth, and then threw it to the man behind him.

"Thank you, but I'm not Lawrence. You can call me Fisher!" The man took off his headscarf. It was boss Fei. He explained to the man, then took a water bag and took a sip.

"Well, wine?"

"Yes, Bedouin's best wine!" The grey man turned his head and looked at Fisher. "No matter what your name is Lawrence or Fisher, you're here to help us, right?"

"That's true!" Fisher took another sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and threw the water bag back to the gray man.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself in a military camp in Egypt. There was a meter flag floating above the camp. There were four or five Austin armored vehicles he had only seen in the museum, and most of the soldiers in the camp were equipped with leenfeld MK1 bolt rifles.

"World War I?" Still ignorant, Fisher was sent to the port by the orderly who pushed the door in before he knew the situation.

It was not until he got on the boat that Fisher found out that he seemed to replace a celebrity known as the Middle East excrement stirring stick and Lawrence known as the Arab Lawrence.

From the bottom of my heart, Fisher thinks highly of this one, because he has disturbed the Middle East for decades alone, and other people don't have the ability. However, if you let him do things according to Lawrence's practice, I'm sorry. What Fisher is best at is to say no to them, especially the British!

"With the increasingly fierce war, the life of our people is becoming more and more sad!" Fisher's memory was interrupted by the grey man's words.

"Labor, taxes, our oasis has been robbed, camels and horses have been requisitioned, young people have been pulled into the army, leaving only hungry children and women. I hope your arrival can help us change this situation, Mr. Fisher!"

"That's my purpose. I haven't asked your name yet!" Fisher looked at the sun overhead and silently took out a bottle of sunscreen from his subspace storage box.

"Just call me Ali. I'm the contact of Prince Faisal and a little chief. My tribe has more than 300 guns, led by my daughter. They are all warriors against Ottoman Turkey!" The grey man named Ali was very talkative and gushed about his tribe and the nearby Ottoman garrison to Fisher.

"Oh, so how long will it take us to get to the prince's territory?"

"It will take a week, but at present, we have to stay in my tribe for a period of time, because many chiefs hold negative views on your arrival, so the prince hasn't planned to meet you!"

"I understand!" Fisher smiled. He just needed to hand in a nomination. Although he didn't know what he could do with the timeline of the war, he was content with it. It's a big deal to turn the situation upside down!

At the moment, however, Fisher also felt the disadvantage of inconvenient transportation. The speed of camels was fairly fast in the desert. They only traveled less than 60 kilometers a day, and the route was also strict. Every time they stopped to rest, there would be some wells covered by wood plates and sand next to them. These were secret supply points known to the elderly, It's an important Bedouin secret!

And Fisher, also gradually understand what world he came to!