Expedition to Europe

In early April, United Petroleum finally reached an agreement with the French government to transfer the mining rights of the oil fields discovered by United Petroleum in Syria to the French government for 1.5 billion francs.

This price is not the actual value of the Syrian oil fields, but a friendly price. United Petroleum's headquarters is still in French Algeria. United Petroleum must take into account the emotions of the French, which is why United Petroleum finally chose to compromise with the French government.

At the same time, on the Iraqi side, the derricks erected by the British have begun to produce oil, which makes the French government really anxious.

Seeing that France's interests are being damaged every day, the French government finally couldn't bear it anymore. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs's rhetoric escalated to a small-scale conflict on the border between Syria and Iraq, but it was still within the scope of fistfighting, and it had not yet reached the level of a big fight.

In mid-April, Hanasor, Iraq.

Ten kilometers northwest of here is the Nusaybin oil field in Syria.

Syria and Iraq were both newly established countries after the World War. The border was not so clear at first, but after the discovery of the Nusaybin oil field, the border suddenly became very important. Syria wanted to push the border as far southeast as possible, while Iraq wanted to push the border to the northeast. As a result, the two countries have had several conflicts.

On the surface, it was Syria and Iraq, but in fact, it was France and Britain who were playing the game behind the scenes. The French and British were quite restrained and did not equip the conflicting parties with weapons, so the parties involved in the conflict used sticks at most, and did not even have bows and spears.

However, the recent situation has become more and more serious. As the conflict intensified, casualties eventually appeared, and more and more. In a conflict yesterday, the Iraqi side suffered a little loss. Two workers were beaten to death and two other workers were seriously injured.

In the evening, in a corner of the camp of the Hanasor oil well workers' dormitory, a dozen Kurds were crowded in a small tent. They were emotional and enthusiastic, and were discussing yesterday's conflict.

"The British are obviously using us as guns, so we must be careful. We must try to avoid things like yesterday. The blood of our brothers cannot be shed innocently." A big man with a full beard was lying on the carpet in the middle. The space in the tent was not large. Others were kneeling, but he was half-lying. His status was obviously higher.

"The Syrians are too hateful. They violated the agreement between us. We never took heavy hands, but they killed our people. This account cannot be let go." Some people were indignant and advocated seeking justice from the Syrians.

Iraqis and Syrians are not stupid. They are actually Persians, but they belong to different tribes. They have the same language, culture, and traditions. If the British and French had not deliberately separated them, they should be a family. That's why at the beginning of the conflict, there was an agreement between Syrians and Iraqis that they would definitely fight for the British and French, but no one could be ruthless.

"What we are doing now is actually stealing things from the French. The French will definitely not give up. I think those people yesterday were not all Syrians. There seemed to be white faces." Someone provided information.

"No matter where they are, they shouldn't do this." Someone immediately refuted.

"The British drove two cars this afternoon, with big boxes on the cars. I guess we have to change our weapons tomorrow." A thin middle-aged man next to the big man was worried.

In the fight yesterday, the Syrians used iron rods, while the Iraqis still used wooden rods. Wooden rods are naturally no match for iron rods, so there were two deaths and two injuries.

"It's good to change, let the Syrians see how powerful we are." There were actually people cheering, and the half-lying big man suddenly opened his eyes, shining with brilliance.

"What's good? Is it interesting for one's own people to kill one's own people?" The middle-aged man questioned in a stern voice.

As the big man was talking, a miserable scream suddenly came from the camp.

A group of people swarmed out and were immediately stunned by the scene in front of them.

A group of knights came out of nowhere, holding torches and scimitars, and were galloping in the camp. It was dark and it was unclear how many people were attacking. The tents at the edge of the camp had been set on fire. With the blazing fire, it was vaguely seen that some workers were knocked down by horses. The knights on horseback showed no mercy, but chopped them down with their scimitars.

The camp was full of panicked workers running, shouting in unclear meanings, the sound was shrill and sharp, and screams and cries for help could be heard in the distance, occasionally stopping abruptly, which meant that a living life was slaughtered.

The British guards in the camp were equipped with weapons. When these knights who seemed to come from hell attacked, the British were not prepared, so although there were gunshots, they were scattered and not on a large scale.

These knights had clear division of labor. Those holding scimitars ignored the British who were resisting stubbornly and just chased and hacked at the panicked workers. When they encountered British with guns, a small team of knights would be responsible for dealing with them. Those knights, armed with short-barreled carbines equipped by cavalry, would line up in a neat queue to charge at the British who were resisting stubbornly with guns. Often, the British would be knocked down by the volleys as soon as they raised their guns.

The knights' attack power was still sharp. In just five or six minutes, the knights had penetrated the entire camp, and then turned their horses outside the camp, preparing for another charge.

"Karim, hurry up, we will cover you." The situation was extremely critical, and the middle-aged man did not dare to neglect it, urging the big man to leave as soon as possible.

"No, I will never be separated from my brothers." The big man refused flatly, turned around and ran towards the fire place to rescue the injured workers.

At this time, the camp was full of raging fires. Many people had been killed in the flames, and more people were struggling in pain. Except for Karim and the others, there were almost no uninjured people in the entire camp. In this situation, if those knights charge again, the entire camp will cease to exist.

"Karim, we need someone to escape before we can avenge us." The middle-aged man was determined. He rushed over and hugged Karim's thigh to prevent Karim from saving people: "Hurry up. If you don't leave, it will be too late. "We can't all die here."

"Then let's go together!" Karim also knew that the situation was critical, so he picked up the rifle next to a dead British soldier and took off the bullet box from the British soldier's belt.

"We can't leave. If we go together, then none of us can escape." The middle-aged man was already desperate, and the sadness in his eyes was very strong.

Although it was getting late, which was good for escaping, too many people meant that the target was too big after all. Karim and the others had no horses, and Hanasol was surrounded by desert. If a group of people walked together, the final result would be that no one could escape. .

"Let's go, please." The middle-aged man had tears streaming down his face, and he knelt on the ground and begged with his hands clasped together.

"Let's go Karim, don't forget to avenge us." A big man turned and walked into the tent and came out with a wooden stick in his hand.

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"Come on, Karim, don't let us die worthless." A worker picked up a torch thrown away by the knights from the ground, preparing to use it against scimitars and carbines.

"Let's go separately. We can go as far as we can." Karim knew that there was not much time, so he checked his rifle and turned and ran towards the darkness in the distance.

Seeing that Karim had gone far, the middle-aged man calmed down and looked at his companions around him. He couldn't bear it and said, "Let's go. Listen to Karim and spread out as much as you can."

Some people immediately turned around and ran away, while others chose to stay with the middle-aged people.

The knight in the distance charged again, but there was still no shout. It was such a silent charge, and even the sound of horse hooves was very small. No wonder he didn't notice it before.

Looking back at the direction of Karim's escape, the middle-aged man tightened his grip on the wooden stick in his hand.

A knight noticed several people gathered here. He pointed the scimitar in his hand, and a dozen knights immediately rushed over on tall Persian horses.

The screams continued all night and did not stop until the early hours of the morning.

When the sun rose, the entire camp had been burned to ashes. The camp was littered with the corpses of workers. Most of them had wounds on their backs. Only a few people in one corner of the camp had wounds on their fronts. Many people died in miserable conditions, with their heads missing. Only the bodies of a few people in a corner of the camp were relatively intact.

When the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, a sand dune less than 500 meters away from the camp gradually began to move, and then a man emerged from the sand dune.

This person is Karim. Karim, who has military experience, knows very well that in the desert, two legs cannot run as fast as four legs, and the number of those knights ensures their pursuit power, so Karim Mu didn't plan to run too far from the beginning. As long as he found a hiding place near the camp and hid, he would be very sure to escape the pursuit of those knights.

Facts have proved that Karim was right. In just one night, only Karim survived in the camp of nearly a thousand people. The others either died in the initial charge or in the pursuit of those knights.

Hiding under the sand for a night also requires physical strength, so Karim is staggering a little when walking now. When he came to the familiar corner and saw the middle-aged man with dried blood on his face, Karim knelt down The people on the ground raised their hands and stretched to the sky and swore: "Syria - France - just wait, I will definitely take revenge -"

Those knights are huge and well-equipped. Not to mention how difficult it is to find carbines for cavalry. The Persian horses that those knights ride are even more divine. In the entire Middle East, it is really not easy to find such a huge force. Considering the conflict between Syrians and Iraqis over the oil fields, the identities of those knights are easy to come out.