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Although Ali has more than 300 guns (referring to combat personnel) in name, except for a bunch of grazing patrols, there are currently less than 150 people in the entire tribe, and what is even more annoying is that Ali has not carried out any investigations on these people. Organization, fighting is hula la rushing up, there is no tactic at all.

But what surprised Fisher was that there were four or five soldiers with good marksmanship in this tribe. Although they were not as good as his 600 meters hitting a rock, these soldiers could be called accurate marksmen. Even Ali's daughter was a good shooter. He is good at marksmanship, and it seems that he has been shooting since he was a child.

"The organization is chaotic, the combat effectiveness is uneven, and the training is not perfect!" Looking at the crooked formation of the tribal warriors, Fisher could only continue to take out his notebook to write and draw (the data board was not taken because there were too many eyes)

Seeing Fisher's expressionless face, many tribal warriors were a little unhappy. They were dozing off in the morning. You called people up to shoot and practice martial arts. After finishing the work, you didn't praise the young warriors for their martial arts skills, and just wrote down there. Painting, completely ignore us!

"Mr. Lawrence, I heard that you are a famous British sharpshooter, can you give us a show?" a tribal warrior and the people around him murmured for a while, then shouted loudly.

"Yes! What do you want to see?" Fisher was overjoyed, God assisted, and was about to tell these guys what a real guerrilla is, when you jumped out.

"You can be good at anything!"

"Row!"

Fisher looked up at the sun. The sun had already risen high, and the shooting conditions were much better than before. In order to prevent the opponent from being dissatisfied, Fisher chose to shoot against the light.

"400 meters, I don't do anything special. You just used Mauser, and I use Mauser too!"

After confirming that the target had been set up, Fisher pulled the bolt and fired a shot to confirm the trajectory. Then, after calibrating the weapon according to the data of the first shot, he fired four shots in a row, and then the wooden target 400 meters away There is one more standard diamond-shaped notch.

After a thunderous applause, one person retreated!

"I hope to test my fists with Mr. Lawrence!" Another one who was not afraid of death stood up.

A minute later, the unlucky guy who was cut to his throat by Fisher's palm and couldn't breathe was dragged aside to rest.

"Any more?"

Then Fisher showed the other party another horse-riding skill. Just kidding, why do rich people build such a big horse farm? The people on your horses are amazing. What's wrong with me riding horses since I was a child?

In short, after the muscles were exposed, the eyes of Ali's warriors looking at Fisher also changed, and even Ali's daughter was excited. Of course, it was not because she was attracted by Fisher's handsomeness, but because she thought that Fisher was handsome. Sher can help her blow up the train together!

"Break up the train? It's still far away!" Fisher knew the other party's plan and shook his head. He just asked carefully. These guys are simply a group of gunmen, not far from soldiers!

"They're not ready, Zara, war is not a tribal conflict, and you are responsible for the death of each of your compatriots!" Fisher took out his pen and notebook, and began to write his plan for the reorganization of Ali's armed men .

Fisher streamlined the combat personnel, and finally picked out less than fifty tribal warriors who knew a little bit of braille and could write their own names. After dividing these people into two teams, Fisher would write their names. It was announced that the Bedouin Desert Guerrilla was officially established!

Now that an army is formed, it is necessary to find a sacrificial flag, but because of the low combat effectiveness of the guerrillas, Fisher felt that this task should be done by himself.

"Zara, which is the closest Ottoman stronghold to us?"

"It's a train water supply station 50 kilometers away. There are about 30 Ottoman soldiers. They have armed off-road vehicles and Maxim machine guns. They belong to the Ottoman Desert Task Force!" Zara was a little puzzled, but still gave it to Fisher. introduced.

"Okay, inform everyone in the guerrillas, bring dry food for two days after lunch, and let's go to the gun tower!"

"???"

Ali was also confused. Didn't he check his troops? Why did he become a turret? This Mr. Fisher is too resolute!

"I don't have much time for super-training, but it's no problem to teach your people a few tricks!"

"Then, Zara, keep up with you, and study hard with Mr. Fisher, don't think about blowing up the train all day!"

"Father! That armed train..." Zara wanted to say something, but was stopped by Fisher.

"There will be opportunities in the future. Now, learn how to use your advantages first!"

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The desert has never been the home of the Ottomans. In fact, even after they went deep into the desert, they only built camps around water sources and railway lines, and then used this as a stronghold to clean up the nearby Arab tribes, and the Arabs also relied on the desert for cover. , going out day and night, attacking the logistics line of the Ottomans, of course, limited to squeezing soft persimmons, and in the eyes of the Arabs who lack heavy firepower, this water supply station with two Maxims is definitely not soft persimmons .

If Fisher was asked to carry the water station alone, he would take out his high-explosive rocket launcher in the warp and send all the guys in the water station to the sky, but he also brought fifty nervous and dazed faces with him. It is better to teach a man how to fish than to teach him how to fish, but he is not worried that these soldiers can teach him all the knowledge. First of all, the literacy rate is a big problem!

A group of people put guns on their shoulders, and the horses tied their hooves all the way, and arrived at the sand dunes diagonally opposite the water supply station in the evening.

Fisher carefully stuck his head out from the top of the dune with the binoculars and observed his target.

The water supply station is not big, with only four or five earthen houses. A railway runs through it. In the center of the camp is a human-powered pump covered with cotton cloth. Two Maxim machine guns are located on the roofs of the two largest barracks. The world is open and you can control the camp in all directions.

"Are we going to attack?" Zara, who was also dressed in khaki, stuck his head out and looked at the camp.

"No, Zara, this is the first combat class today. Let me tell you that a qualified hunter will never be impatient!" Fisher looked at his watch.

"Everyone eat something first, remember not to make any noise, and soothe the horse!"

"But aren't we here to fight the Ottomans?"

"Yes, but it's not time yet!" Fisher pointed to the west-sloping sun. "We attacked in the early hours of the morning, when the Ottomans were the most sleepy!"

"Also, if you want to get the wolf king you said, keep everything I say in your heart from now on!"