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"Woooo~" With the melodious sound of the whistle, an ocean-going freighter with billowing black smoke slowly approached the shore, and the shirtless sailor with a white turban shouted and dropped the cable.

"Sir, we're here!" An Arab crew member wearing a white hood and a beard walked towards the iron stairs, then turned to the cabin, and knocked on a door of Class A on the fourth floor.

"Understood!" There was a vague answer from the door of the room, followed by a rustling sound, the door opened, and a tall man in a white Arabic robe with a tightly wrapped head was carrying a luggage The box came out of the room.

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

"Bless you too!" The man looked very uncomfortable with this way of saying hello, but he nodded reluctantly, then walked down the boat ladder and walked along the trestle to the shore.

"How the hell did I get here?" Looking at the Arabs walking around with camels, and the Ottoman Turkish soldiers who were patrolling back and forth with Mauser 1888 on their backs, the men were quite a bit of a man. A sense of time and space.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Perhaps sensing the abnormality of the approaching man, the two Ottoman Turkish soldiers walked towards the man.

"I..." The man's head suddenly froze when he heard the other person's grunting Arabic, and he could only wave his hand as if he couldn't hear it clearly. By the way, he stuffed his hand into the pocket of his robe, which contained a loaded pistol.

"Take off your mask! Quick!" The two Turkish soldiers were very alert, one unloaded his rifle and loaded it, then slowly approached.

Seeing that a conflict was inevitable, a man in a gray robe led a camel and suddenly came over, blocking the two sides.

"Sir, this is my distant cousin who studied in Germany, and this time he came back to help me take over the family's business! I'm sorry!" The man in gray robe smiled and took out a stack of golden Imperial Marks from his pocket. to soldiers.

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

"My big ass cracked and Nima died, I'm coming to Hebei Province!" the man blurted out.

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

"Then hurry up and don't stay at the dock. We have received a tip that a British spy might have sneaked in recently!"

"Yes, we'll go right away!" The man in gray robe nodded and bowed as he watched the soldiers leave, then looked at the man and said in English, "Welcome to Turkey, Mr. Lawrence!"

"Uh, I'm not Lawrence..." The man was about to explain, but was motioned to stop.

"This is not the place to talk, come with me, we have to go a long way!" The gray-robed man pointed to the camel kneeling on the side.

"Okay!" The man nodded, then straddled the camel, and the man in the gray robe also straddled the first camel, and the two slowly walked out of the port city amid the camel bell.

"Now you can put down your hood! Mr. Lawrence!" After leaving the city and entering the desert, the man in gray robe took a water bladder from the camel 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 hood, and it was Big Boss Fei, he explained to the man, and then took a water bag and took a sip.

"Well, mare's milk?"

"Yes, the Bedouin's best mare's milk!" The gray-robed man turned his head and looked at Fisher, "No matter what your name is, Lawrence or Fisher, you are here to help us anyway, that's right! "

"That's right!" Fisher took another gulp of mare's milk, wiped his mouth, and threw the water bag back to the gray-robed man.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a military camp in Egypt. A rice flag was floating above the camp. There were four or five cars parked in the camp. He had only seen it in the museum. Austin armored vehicles, and most of the soldiers in the camp are also equipped with Lee Enfield mk1 bolt-action rifles.

"World War I?" Fisher, who was still bewildered, didn't wait for him to figure out the situation, and was sent to the car to the port by the orderly who pushed in the door.

And it wasn't until he got on the boat that Fisher realized that he seemed to replace a celebrity known as the Middle Eastern shit stick, Lawrence known as the Lawrence of Arabia.

In all honesty, Fisher's evaluation of this person is quite high, because he alone has disturbed the Middle East for decades, and he has no ability to change others, but if he is allowed to do things according to Lawrence's approach , sorry then, my Fisher is best at saying no to them, especially those Brits!

"As the war intensifies, our people's life is getting more and more difficult!" The man in gray robe interrupted Fisher's memories.

"Labour, taxation, our oasis was taken away, camels and horses were requisitioned, young people were taken to serve as soldiers, leaving only children and women waiting to be fed. I hope your presence can help us change this situation, Mr. Fisher. !"

"This is my purpose, I haven't asked your honorable name yet!" Fisher looked at the sun above his head, and then silently took out a bottle of sunscreen from his subspace storage box.

"Just call me Ali. I am the liaison of Prince Faisal, and also a small chief. My tribe has more than 300 guns, led by my daughter, and they are all warriors against Ottoman Turkey!" called Ali's gray-robed man was very talkative, and he talked to Fisher about his tribe and the nearby Ottoman garrison.

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

"That will take a week, but at present we have to stay in my tribe for a while, because many chiefs have negative views on your arrival, so the prince has not yet thought about meeting you!"

"I understand!" Fisher smiled, didn't he just need to hand in a registration certificate? That's all. Although I don't know what I can do in the time line of the battle, it's safe to do so, it's a big deal. Stir it up!

But at this moment Fisher also felt the disadvantage of the inconvenience of transportation. The speed of the camels was fairly fast in the desert. They only moved less than 60 kilometers in a day, and the route also had strict requirements. Every time they stopped and rested, There will be some wells covered by wooden blocks and sand next to them. These are secret supply points known only by the old-fashioned elders. They are important secrets of the Bedouin!

And Fisher, gradually figured out what world he had come to!

I also took it. None of you understand the meaning of the hand sanitizer in the first chapter. What is the identity of the protagonist? The so-called hand sanitizer refers to the aftermath of the blackops. In the episode of buying the ghost team, the shepherd's original words are that this amount of money is not enough for our one-year hand sanitizer money, so I really drove the car to a fork in the road.