Chapter 83

After riding a camel for a whole day, Fisher saw a canyon composed of stone mountains, where Ali's tribe migrated.

"The chief is back!" Before approaching the canyon, a head wrapped in yellow cloth suddenly appeared above the canyon. He looked down at Ali, and then shouted at the canyon.

Soon there was a burst of smoke in the canyon, and then a dozen cavalry galloped out to welcome them.

"Father!"

The first cavalry got closer and closer, and Fisher found that it was a woman with a tattoo covering her face.

"Zara, this is my daughter. This is Mr. Fisher from Cairo!" Ali introduced with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Fisher, welcome to Syria!" The woman named Zara just nodded faintly, ignored Fisher, and drove her horse to Ali.

"What's the matter?" Ali asked when he saw his daughter's face.

"Yesterday, the Eliphas tribe attacked the armed train. They lost all the tribal warriors. Then after dawn today, the Ottoman desert troops attacked the remaining women, children and old people!" A trace of anger flashed across Zara's face.

"Oh, may the dead rest in peace!" Ali was also a little sad. He knew the chief of elifax tribe. They had a conflict because of the well before, but the other was also a man. Unexpectedly, they fell under the gun of the Ottomans.

"We must act, father. Destroy the wolf king. The Ottoman war machine will kill us sooner or later!"

"I know, but it's up to us to hit the stone with an egg. You'll be screened by the Ottoman task force if you don't even get close to the armored train!" Ali sighed, "we can't count on it. Now it depends on whether Prince Faisal's army has this power!"

"But father!"

"Well, stop talking, Zara, Mr. Fisher and I have been driving all day. We are very tired. Go and ask them to prepare some food!" Ali grimaced, drove away his daughter, and then looked at Fisher, "I'm sorry, but the current situation makes us have to fight together, men, women, old and young!"

"I understand!" Fisher nodded. It would be similar in the European battlefield. The ignorant black millet and three brothers were pulled by ships of Britain and France to Europe to brush the heads of the Germans without paying a pension. They don't know where to go than the Arabs!

Fisher also looked at these tribal warriors in Ali. They all looked very thin and carried a variety of weapons, from Ross rifles to Mauser, and even one with Winchester 1895 rifles. God knows how this family specializing in producing maozi came to the Middle East.

Riding a camel, he walked slowly into the deep canyon with small steps. Fisher found that there was a unique cave here. A stream flowed out of the gap under the stone mountain, then flowed through the tent and pastoral circle, and entered the underground. The continuous tent went deep along the canyon. There was a man's path cut on both sides of the canyon cliff above him. At the moment, there were several sentinels standing on it.

Ali's return startled these leaders in the tent. No matter men, women, old and young, they all went out of the tent to say hello, and Ali also took out some rough candy bars he bought from the city from time to time and distributed them to the noisy children.

Ali's tent is in the innermost part of the canyon. It is the best geographical location. The wind can't blow in and the sun won't be too hot. At the moment, outside the tent, several servants are busy cooking barbecue on the campfire, while Ali's wives and daughters are standing outside the tent waiting for several people to arrive.

"Go and have a good wash first. I know you British have the habit of taking a bath, and so do we. Come out for dinner after washing. We'll talk about how to cooperate tomorrow!" Ali waved his hand and pointed to a small double-layer tent on the side of his tent. If there was no accident, it would be Fisher's residence these days!

"Good!" Fisher didn't say much. He walked into the tent with his suitcase. The inside of the tent was not big. There was only a small table. The yellow sand on the ground was very soft, so he covered it with a layer of felt. It was a little soft when he stepped on it. His bed was not a bed in the small suite. It was a blanket with four or five layers, and there was a kerosene lamp hanging next to it, There is also a large wooden bucket full of water, which is emitting heat at the moment.

"Start to be a guerrilla tomorrow!" Taking off his clothes, Fisher got into the bucket and said to himself comfortably.

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Since he came to help the Arabs defeat the Ottomans, Fisher could not have come to sleep and eat. He got up before dawn the next day, and then found Ali drinking milk tea and proposed to check their tribe's weapons and equipment first!

"Weapons and equipment?" Ali nodded and took fisher to their improvised Arsenal.

"Nuo, these are our equipment!"

Fisher nodded, looked at the less than 100 guns of various types in front of him, and sat directly on the ground to check the condition.

Ali was a little embarrassed to see Fisher's extremely skilled posture of taking apart these rifles one by one and then calibrating them. At first, he thought Fisher was coming here to provide information, but he found that the other party didn't seem to be putting on airs.

After checking all the weapons for more than an hour, Fisher casually wiped the stains on Ali's robe, and then said: "more than a dozen Mauser firing needles are broken, the sight of Louis machine gun is also broken, and your ammunition is also very chaotic. You can start with the mixed dress of point 303 and 7.92?"

"Ah, this!" Ali's face turned red.

"Alas!" Fisher could only sigh when he saw each other's appearance. It would be good if Ali's tribe could at least store spare weapons together and ban fireworks on the sign.

Casually grabbed a serviceable Martini rifle and a 10mm Martini bullet. Fisher took the lead to go out.

"Where are you going, Mr. fisher?"

"Go and see your tribal warrior level. In addition, in a crowded place, you'd better call me Lawrence!" Fisher raised his rifle and leaned it on his shoulder. The sun shone on him. The shadow completely covered Ali. With the backlight, Ali vaguely saw a layer of gold on him.

"Why Lawrence?"

"Because in the future, I will be Lawrence of Arabia!"