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After walking in the desert all day, Ali stopped the camel until the moon was high above the night sky.

"Let's rest here tonight!" Ali took off the blankets and felts from the camel's back, and pointed to a leeward hillside.

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

"Are you interested in this?" The bored Fisher took out a Smith revolver from the box, and when he kept flipping the cartridge, he found that Ali was staring intently at himself... the gun in his hand.

"Yes...hehe!" Ali smiled embarrassedly at the moment like a child who loves toys.

"Give it to you!" Since the other party liked it, Fisher handed the gun directly to the other party, then picked up the milk product Ali just poured out from the ground, and ate it in small bites.

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

"Just trying this, it's yogurt mixed with date palm, my daughter's yogurt!"

Looking at the same food as the noodles with different thicknesses, Fisher tried it tentatively and found that the taste was not bad. The only problem was that, like the cheese just now, it had a bit of a strong odor.

"The conditions are poor, I'm sorry!" After taking a few bites of food, 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 martini mk4 rifle that fired 0.402 inches. This thing is the final revision of the martini series. It’s a pity that not long after it came out, Daying changed to a 303 magazine-style Lee-Mettford rifle. Martini Henry rifles originally in the British army were also sold to these regions in the Middle East.

Casually wiped the saliva from his hands on his trousers, Fisher got up, took the martini from the back of the camel that was already kneeling on the ground, and looked at it over and over. I used this thing to go hunting in the forests of Montana with bodyguards and a few old men of the same age, so Fisher was no stranger to it.

"You're going to use this to fight the Turks?" Fisher thought to himself that this would be a ghost. It was already 1917, the European war was in full swing, and the Turkish infantry was basically full of Mauser 1903 rifles. Either the Mauser 1887, or the Ottoman version of the Mauser using 9x30r ammunition, these rifles are all bolt-on rifles with five magazines, and the Martini, a single-shot rifle with one shot at a time, The firepower ratio of the two sides is not a level.

"This is not bad. My tribe and the prince's army can at least be equipped with rifles and machine guns from the British army. Many tribal warriors only have machetes and bows, but we will not give up with those Ottomans. A chance to fight!"

Then Fisher and Ali chatted about the fighting process between the Arab guerrillas and the Ottoman Turkish army. Although Ali said it with enthusiasm, Fisher still heard the true meaning of it.

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

The Ottoman Turks and Arabs have been grumbling for a long time. Since oil has gradually become liquid gold in people's eyes, there is no peace in this land in the Middle East. The British, French, Germans, and Turks all want this land. The ignorant Arabs may not know much about the future, but they know that they have an inexhaustible treasure trove, so they prefer to sit on the ground and start the price.

After the two chatted about the situation and the battle, Ali introduced his tribe. Their tribe is located in the central region of Syria. The tribe has about 2,000 people and more than 300 full-time tribal warriors. They usually make a living by herding camels, of course. There are also horses. Originally, their tribe lived obediently on their own territory. As a result, the Ottoman railway was repaired to their doorstep. Under the coercion of machine guns and howitzers, Ali’s tribe could only leave their ancestral land and run away.

"Alas, times have changed, the turkish army's off-road vehicles with machine guns and infantry run faster than us, and our horses need rest, cars just need refueling, and trains, the Ottomans use railroads to transport their troops, war Machines are eroding our land step by step!" At this point, Ali was speechless, while Fisher yawned boredly.

"Well, you go to bed first, and I'll stay in the middle of the night!" Looking at his watch, Fisher, who was almost two in the morning, hurriedly interrupted Ali's story, and he has to travel tomorrow!

In the first half of the night, Fisher, who was feeling a little tired, woke up Ali, pulled the blanket off by himself, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

I don't know how long I slept, when Fisher, who was in a daze, suddenly heard a dull sound of gunfire. He subconsciously turned over, and when he grabbed the pistol on the side, he grabbed an empty Fisher before he remembered that he had put it on himself. The revolver has been given to Ali.

"Ali, what happened?" Fisher got up and found that Ali had climbed up the hillside at some point and looked into the distance.

"They're attacking the Ottoman railways!" Ali pointed to the white light that erupted on the horizon in the distance. "That's the Ottomans' armed trains firing!"

"Armored train?" Fisher took out the telescope, but the distance was too far, even the Titan's high-power white-light telescope couldn't see anything, only saw flashes of flashes, and heard dull gunshots and cannons Voice.

And Fisher could hear that the gunshots were gradually subsiding, and it seemed that the Bedouin guerrillas had been wiped out by the firepower of the armored train.

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

"I'm here to help you!" Fisher closed the binoculars, then took out his data pad and wrote a note to prioritize the armored train.

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