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Chapter 81 New World

"Woo~" With the melodious siren sound, an ocean-going cargo ship with billowing black smoke slowly approached the shore, and a shirtless sailor in a white turban yelled to drop the cable.

"Sir, we're here!" An Arab sailor wearing a white cap 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 an indistinct answer from the door of the room, and then with a rustling sound, the door opened, and a tall man in a white Arabian robe with his head tightly wrapped was carrying a luggage. The box walked out of the room.

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

"Bless you too!" The man seemed very uncomfortable with this way of greeting, but he still nodded his head reluctantly, then walked down the boat ladder and walked along the trestle to the shore.

"What the hell am I doing here?" Looking at the Arabs leading camels around him, and the Ottoman Turkish soldiers who were patrolling back and forth with a Mauser 1888 on their backs, and yelling at street vendors, the man was quite a bit confused. Interlaced sense of time and space.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Perhaps sensing the man's anomaly, two Ottoman Turkish soldiers walked towards the man.

"I..." The man's head suddenly grew dizzy when he heard the other party's babbling Arabic. He could only pretend to be inaudible and waved his hands. By the way, he stuffed his hands into the pocket of his robe, which contained a loaded pistol.

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

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

"Sir, this is my cousin from afar. He studied in Germany. He came back to help me take over the family business this time! I'm sorry!" The gray-robed man smiled and took out a stack of golden Reichsmarks from his pocket. to the soldiers.

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

"The big ass is cracked and you're dead, I'm coming to Hebei Province!" The man blurted out.

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

"Then you go, don't stay at the pier, we have received a tip that there may be British spies sneaking in recently!"

"Yes, we're leaving right away!" The gray-robed man 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 signaled to stop by the other party.

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

"Okay!" The man nodded, then straddled the camel, and the man in the gray robe also straddled the front camel, and the two of them walked out of the port city slowly amidst the sound of the camel bells.

"Now you can put down your turban! Mr. Lawrence!" After leaving the city and entering the desert, the gray-robed man took a water bladder from the camel's back, filled his mouth, and 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, it was Boss Fei, he explained to the man, and then picked up the water bag and took a sip.

"Well, mare's milk?"

"Yes, the best mare's milk for the Bedouins!" The gray-robed man turned his head and looked at Fisher, "It doesn't matter what your name is Lawrence or Fisher, anyway, you are here to help us, right? "

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

This time passing through Fisher's confused group, he opened his eyes and found himself in a military camp in Egypt, with a Mizi flag floating above the camp, and there were four or five vehicles parked in the camp, which he had only seen in museums Austin armored vehicles, and most of the soldiers in the camp are equipped with Lee Enfield mk1 bolt-action rifles.

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

And it wasn't until he got on the boat that Fisher figured out that he seemed to have replaced a famous Middle Eastern shit-stirrer, Lawrence, known as Lawrence of Arabia.

In all honesty, Fisher's evaluation of this man is quite high, because he has caused unrest in the Middle East for decades by himself, and no one else has the ability to do this, but if he is allowed to follow Lawrence's way of doing things , that's sorry, my fisher is best at saying no to them, especially those Brits!

"As the war intensifies, our people's life becomes more and more difficult!" The words of the man in gray robe interrupted Fisher's memory.

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

"That's my purpose, I haven't asked Your Excellency for your 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 I am also a small chief. My tribe has more than 300 guns, led by my daughter. They are all warriors against Ottoman Turkey!" called Ali The man in the gray robe was very talkative, and he talked to Fisher about his tribe and the situation of 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 planned to meet you!"

"I understand!" Fisher smiled, isn't it just that he needs to submit a nomination certificate, just hand it in, although I don't know what the timeline of my coming to the war can do, but if it comes, let it go, at worst, the situation will be destroyed Make a mess!

But at this moment, Fisher also felt the disadvantages of inconvenient transportation. The speed of the camels in the desert was quite fast. They only advanced less than [-] kilometers a day, and the route also had strict requirements. Every time they stopped and rested, There will be some wells covered by wooden boards and sand next to them. These are secret supply points that only the experienced elders know, and they are important secrets of the Bedouins!

And Fisher gradually figured out what world he came to!

　I also took it. None of you understand the meaning of the hand sanitizer in Chapter 1. What is the identity of the protagonist? The so-called hand sanitizer refers to the aftermath costs of blackops. The source of this meme is bought by the boss of Santa Blanca in the wilderness In the story of the ghost team, the shepherd’s original words were that this amount of money is not enough for our hand sanitizer for a year, so I really drove the car to the side road

　　

　

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