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Chapter 82 The Night Walk Long Dragon

After marching in the desert for a whole day, Ali didn't stop the camel until the moon was high above the night sky.

"Let's rest here tonight!" Ali pointed to a leeward hillside after removing the blanket and felt cloth from the camel's back.

"Okay!" Fisher didn't mind either, and pulled off his robe to reveal the tropical military uniform underneath, then 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 turning the cylinder, he found that Ali was staring at him... the gun in his hand.

"Yes...hehe!" Ali smiled shyly like a child who likes toys at the moment.

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

"This is so embarrassing!" Although he said so, Ali still hurriedly stuffed the gun into his belt, then took out a few pieces of dry food from another pouch, soaked them in milk and kneaded them.

"Trying this, it's yogurt mixed with dates, my daughter makes it herself!"

Looking at the food that was similar to noodles of different thicknesses, Fisher tentatively tasted it and found that the taste was not bad. The only problem was that, like the cheese just now, it had a relatively strong smell of mutton.

"The conditions are poor, I'm sorry!" Ali started to play with the revolver after a few mouthfuls of food, and Fisher was more interested in the Martini Henry rifle he put on the camel's back.

It was a Martini mk0.402 rifle that fired 4 inches. This thing is the final revision of the Martini series. Unfortunately, not long after it came out, Daying replaced it with a 303-inch magazine-type Lee-Metford rifle, and The Martini Henry rifle that was originally in the British army was also sold to these regions in the Middle East.

Casually wiping the drool from his hands on his pants, Fisher got up, took the martini from the camel's back that was already kneeling on the ground, looked over and over, his old man had a gold-plated gun, and he had nothing to do When I was young, I took this thing with my bodyguard and a few old men of the same age to hunt in the forests of Montana, so Fisher was no stranger.

"Are you going to use this to fight the Turks?" Fisher thought to himself that it would be a ghost if he could fight it. It was already 1917, and the European War was in full swing. The Turkish infantry basically consisted of Mauser 1903 rifles. Either it is Mauser 1887, and the Ottoman version of Mauser using 9x30r ammunition. These rifles are all bolt-action rifles with five rounds of magazines without exception, and Martini, a single-shot rifle that fires one round, The firepower ratio of the two sides is not at the same 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 tribe warriors only have scimitars and bows, but we will not give up fighting with those Ottomans." People fighting for a chance!"

Afterwards, Fisher and Ali chatted about the battle process between the Arab guerrillas and the Ottoman Turkish army. Although Ali's words were full of enthusiasm, Fisher still heard the true meaning.

The Arabs have a great advantage. The Arabs went up, and the Arabs were defeated. Fisher is no better than Lawrence himself in 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.

Ottoman Turkey and the Arabs have had a long-standing grievance. Since oil has gradually become liquid gold in people's eyes, the land in the Middle East has never been peaceful. The British, French, Germans, and Turks all want this land. The ignorant Arabs may not know much about the future, but they understand that what they have is an inexhaustible treasure house, so they are more inclined to sit on the ground and raise prices.

After the two chatted about the situation, Ali introduced his tribe. Their tribe is located in the central area of ​​Syria. The tribe has about 2000 people and has more than 300 full-time tribe warriors. They usually make a living by grazing camels, and of course they also have horses. Originally, their tribe lived obediently on their own territory, but the Ottoman railway was built to their doorstep. Under the threat 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 outrun us faster, and our horses still need to rest, and the cars just need to be refueled, and the trains, the Ottomans transport their troops by rail, war Machines are encroaching on our land step by step!" At this point, Ali was speechless, and Fisher yawned bored.

"How about this, you go to bed first, I'll keep watch until midnight!" Looking at his watch, Fisher found that it was almost two o'clock in the morning, hastily interrupting Ali's narration, and had to hurry tomorrow!

In the middle of the night after finishing the watch, Fisher, who felt a little tired, woke Ali up, pulled the blanket away by himself, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

I don't know how long he had slept, but Fisher, who was in a daze, suddenly heard a muffled sound of gunfire, turned over subconsciously, and grabbed an empty pistol when he grabbed an empty pistol. The revolver had been given to Ali.

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

"They are attacking the Ottoman railway!" Ali pointed to the white light that exploded on the horizon in the distance. "That is the Ottoman armed train firing!"

"Armored train?" Fisher took out the binoculars, but the distance was too far, even the high-magnification white light binoculars of Colossus couldn't see anything, only flashes of flashes after bursts, and the dull sound of gunfire and artillery Voice.

Moreover, Fisher could hear that the gunfire was gradually subsiding, and it seemed that this overwhelmed Bedouin guerrilla had been wiped out by the firepower of the armored train.

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

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

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

(End of this chapter)