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After another full day of riding on a camel, Fisher came across a canyon with rocky 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 into the canyon.

Soon a burst of smoke rose from the canyon, and then a dozen cavalrymen rushed out and greeted them.

"Father!"

As the leading cavalry approached, Fisher realized that it was a woman with tattoos 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 lightly, ignoring Fisher, and drove her horse to Ali's side.

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

"Yesterday the Eliphas tribe went to attack the armed train. They lost all the tribe's warriors, and then after dawn today, the Ottoman desert troops attacked the remaining women, children and elderly people!" Zara's face flashed a trace of resentment.

"Oh, may the deceased rest in peace!" Ali was also a little sad when he heard it. He knew the chief of the Eliphas tribe. The two had clashed over water wells before, but the other party was also a man. Unexpectedly, he fell to the Ottomans under the muzzle.

"We must act, father, destroy that wolf king, the Ottoman war machine will kill us sooner or later!"

"I know, but just let us go, just hit the stone with an egg, you will be beaten by the Ottoman contingent before you even get close to that armored train!" Ali sighed, "We don't count on it, now See if Prince Faisal's army has this strength!"

"But father!"

"Okay, don't say it anymore, Zara, Mr. Fisher and I are very tired after a long day's journey, let them prepare some food!" Ali sternly drove his daughter away, and then Looking at Fisher, "I'm sorry, but the current situation makes us have to fight together!"

"I understand!" Fisher nodded. It would be similar in the European battlefield. The ignorant Hei Shu and his three brothers were dragged by the British and French to Europe to brush the heads of the Germans without having to pay for their pensions. Arabs don't know where to go!

Fisher also looked at Ali's tribal warriors. They all looked thin and carried a variety of weapons, ranging from Ross rifles to Mausers. There was even one with a Winchester 1895 rifle. God knows how this kind of guy who specializes in making hairs came to the Middle East.

Riding a camel and walking slowly into the depths of the canyon, Fisher realized that there was something special here. A small stream flowed out of the crevice below the rocky mountain, then flowed through the tent and the shepherd, and entered the ground. The canyon went deeper, and there was a one-person trail dug out on both sides of the canyon cliffs overhead, and there were several sentries standing on it at the moment.

The news of Ali's return alarmed the residents in the tent. All men, women, children and children came out of the tent to say hello, and Ali took out some rough candy bars he bought from the city from time to time to distribute to the noisy children.

Ali's tent is in the innermost part of the canyon, which is the best location. The wind won't blow in, and the sun won't be too hot. At this moment, a few servants outside the tent are busy cooking the barbecue on the bonfire, while Ali's wives He and his daughter are standing outside the tent waiting for a few people to arrive.

"Go and wash well first, I know you British people have the habit of bathing, and we do too. After washing, we come out to eat, and we'll talk about how to cooperate tomorrow!" Ali waved his hand and pointed to a smaller pair on the side of his tent. Layer tent, if nothing else, that is where Fisher lived during this time!

"Okay!" Fisher didn't say much. He walked into the tent with his suitcase in hand. The inside of the tent was not big, but there was only a small table. The yellow sand on the ground was very soft, so he spread another layer of felt and stepped on it. It was a little soft when he went up. His bed was in the small suite inside, so it wasn't a bed. It was a bed covered with four or five layers of blankets. There was a kerosene lamp hanging beside it, and a large wooden bucket full of water. Is exuding heat.

"Begin to be a guerrilla tomorrow!" After taking off his clothes, Fisher got into the bucket and muttered to himself comfortably.

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Since he was here 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 who was drinking milk tea and proposed to check their tribe first. weapons and equipment!

"Weapons?" Ali nodded, then took Fisher to their improvised arsenal.

"No, these are all our equipment!"

Fisher nodded, looking at the less than one hundred firearms of various types in front of him, and sat on the ground to check the situation.

Seeing Fisher skillfully dismantle these rifles one by one, and then calibrate the posture, Ali was a little embarrassed. At first, he thought that Fisher was here to provide information or something, but it turned out that the other party seemed to be Not some gimmick.

After using it for more than an hour, after checking all the weapons, Fisher casually wiped the stains in his hands on Ali's robe, and then said: "A dozen Mauser firing pins are broken, Louis machine guns. Your sights are also broken, and your ammunition is also messed up, with a mix of 303 and 7.92, are you sure you can hit it?"

"Ah, this!" Ali suddenly blushed.

"Alas!" Fisher could only sigh when he saw the appearance of the other party. The so-called short ones are taller, and Ali's tribe can at least store their spare weapons together, and it is not bad that fireworks are prohibited on the sign.

Randomly grabbed a Martini rifle that was still usable, and grabbed a 10mm martini bullet. Fisher walked out first.

"Mr Fisher, are you going there?"

"Go and see how good your tribal warriors are. In addition, in a crowded place, call me Lawrence!" Fisher raised his rifle and slanted it over his shoulder. The sun shone on him, and the shadow cast Ali on him. Completely covered, coupled with the backlight, Ali vaguely saw a layer of golden light on his body.

"Why is it called Lawrence?"

"Because from now on, I will be Lawrence of Arabia!"