Chapter 82

Ali didn't stop the camel until the moon was high in the night sky.

"Let's rest here tonight!" He took down the blankets and felt cloth on the camel's back, and Ali pointed to a leeward hillside.

"OK!" Fisher didn't mind either. He pulled off his robe to reveal his tropical military uniform. Then he sat on the felt and watched Ali pack up his bedding.

"Are you interested in this?" Bored Fisher took out a Smith wheel from the box and kept moving the bomb nest. He found that Ali was staring at himself... The gun in his hand.

"Yes... Hey hey!" Ali smiled awkwardly like a child who loved toys.

"Here you are!" Since the other party liked it, Fisher handed the gun directly to the other party, then picked up the dairy products just poured out by Ali from the ground and ate them in small bites.

"How sorry!" Although he said so, Ali hurriedly stuffed the gun into his belt, then took a few pieces of dry food from another bag, soaked it in milk and kneaded it.

"I'm trying this. It's a mixture of yogurt and date coconut. My daughter made yogurt by herself!"

Looking at the same food as noodles of different thickness, Fisher tentatively tasted it and found that it tasted good. The only problem was that it had a big smell like the cheese just now.

"Poor conditions, sorry!" After a few quick bites, Ali began to play with the revolver again, and Fisher was more interested in the martini Henry rifle he put on the camel's back.

It was a 0.402 inch Martini MK4 rifle, which was the final revision of the martini series. Unfortunately, shortly after it came out, Britain changed the magazine Lee metford rifle of point 303, and the martini Henry rifle originally in the British army was sold to the central and eastern regions.

Casually wiping the saliva on his hands on his pants, Fisher got up, took down the martini from the camel who had knelt on the ground and looked over and over. His father had a gold-plated gun. When he had nothing to do, he took it with his bodyguard and several old men of the same age to hunt in the forest of Montana, so Fisher was no stranger.

"You fight the Turks with this?" Fisher thought it would be a ghost if he could fight. At this time, it was 1917, and the European war was in full swing. The Turkish Infantry were basically full of Mauser 1903 rifles, or Mauser 1887, and the Ottoman Mauser with 9x30r ammunition. All these rifles were pull bolt rifles with five bullet magazines, while Martini, a single shot rifle with one shot in the last shot, The firepower ratio between the two sides is not a level.

"It's good. My tribe and the prince's army can at least be equipped with rifles and machine guns given by the British army. Many tribal soldiers only have machetes and bows and arrows, but we won't give up the chance to fight those Ottomans!"

Then Fisher talked with ALI about the fighting process between the Arab guerrillas and the Ottoman Turkish army. Although Ali chattered with blood boiling, Fisher heard the real meaning.

Arabs have great advantages. Arabs a go up and Arabs are defeated. Fisher is no better than Lawrence himself of the Arab Bureau. He is an Arab expert. Fisher can only understand who can be his help and who is the enemy in this land through Ali's description.

Ottoman Turkey and Arabs have a long history of resentment. Since oil has gradually become liquid gold in people's eyes, there is no peace in the Middle East. British, French, Germans and Turks all want liquid gold under this land, and ignorant Arabs may not know much about the future, But they understand that what they have is an inexhaustible treasure house, so they prefer to start from the ground.

After the two talked about the situation and war, Ali introduced his tribe. Their tribe is located in central Syria. There are about 2000 people and more than 300 fully off-duty tribal warriors. They usually herd camels and, of course, horses. Originally, they lived on their own territory. As a result, the Ottoman Railway was built to their door, Under the threat of machine guns and howitzers, Ali's people can only leave their ancestral land and run away.

"Alas, the times have changed. The off-road vehicles of the Turkish army run faster than us with machine guns and infantry. Moreover, our horses still need to rest. Cars only need to refuel and trains. The Ottomans transport their troops by rail. The war machines are eating away at our land step by step!" At this point, Ali was speechless and choked, while Fisher yawned bored.

"Well, you go to bed first and I'll keep it in the middle of the night!" Looking at his watch, he found that Fisher, who was close to 2 a.m., hurriedly interrupted Ali's story. He had to hurry tomorrow!

After the first half of the night, Fisher, who felt a little tired, woke Ali up, opened his blanket, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

I don't know how long he slept, Fisher, who was in a daze, suddenly heard a dull sound of gunfire. He subconsciously turned over and grabbed an empty pistol. Fisher remembered that he had given Ali his revolver.

"Ali, what happened?" Fisher got up and found Ali climbing the hillside and looking into the distance.

"They're attacking the Ottoman railway!" Ali pointed to the white light on the distant horizon. "That's the Ottoman armed train firing!"

"Armored train?" Fisher took out his telescope, but the distance was too far. Even the giant God's high-power white light telescope could not see anything. He could only see flashes after flashes and hear dull gunshots and gunshots.

And Fisher could hear that the gunfire was gradually calming down. It seemed that the overkill Bedouin guerrillas had been destroyed by the fire of armored trains.

"Well, that's why we need your help, Mr. Fisher!"

"I'm here to help you!" Fisher closed his telescope, then took out his data board and wrote down his notes on prioritizing armored trains.

"It's still early, Mr. Fisher. We can sleep a little longer. We still have a whole day to go tomorrow!" Ali held his rifle in his arms, then sat down relying on the camel, "I'll continue the vigil! I'll call you tomorrow morning! "