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Chapter 83 Ali's Tribe

After another full day of camel riding, Fisher came across a canyon of rocky hills where Ali's tribe had migrated.

"The chief is back!" Before approaching the canyon, a head wrapped in a yellow cloth suddenly appeared above the canyon. He looked down at Ali and shouted loudly into the canyon.

Soon a puff of smoke rose from the canyon, and then a dozen cavalry galloped out to meet them.

"Father!"

As one of the leading cavalrymen got closer, Fisher realized that it was a woman with tattoos covering her cheeks.

"Zara, this is my daughter, and 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 to Ali.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his daughter's uneasy expression, Ali asked.

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

"Oh, may the dead rest in peace!" Ali felt a little sad when he heard it. He knew the chief of the Eliphas tribe. The two had conflicts over the water well before, but the other party was also a man. Unexpectedly, they still fell to the Ottomans. under the gun.

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

"I know, but if we go there and hit the rocks with pebbles, you will be sifted by the Ottoman contingent if you don't even get close to that armored train!" Ali sighed, "We don't want to count on it now. Let's see if Prince Faisal's army has this strength!"

"But father!"

"Okay, stop talking, Zara, Mr. Fisher and I are very tired after driving for a day, go and let them prepare some food!" Ali drove away his daughter with a straight face, and then Looking at Fisher, "I'm sorry, but the current situation makes it necessary for us to fight together!"

"I understand!" Fisher nodded. The European battlefield is similar. The ignorant black Shushu and the three buddies were dragged to Europe by the British and the French one by one to kill the Germans. Arabs better do not know where to go!

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

Riding a camel and stepping slowly into the depths of the canyon, Fisher discovered that there is something strange here. A small stream flows out from the gap below the rocky mountain, then flows through the tents and pastures, and enters the ground. The canyon went deeper, and there was a one-person path dug out on both sides of the canyon cliff above the head, and there were still a few sentries standing on it at the moment.

The news of Ali’s return alarmed the people in the tent. All men, women and children came out of the tent to say hello, and from time to time Ali took out some rough candies he bought from the city and distributed them to the noisy children.

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

"Go and wash it first. I know you Brits have the habit of taking a shower, and so do we. After washing, come out to eat. Let's talk about how to cooperate tomorrow!" Ali waved his hand, pointing to a smaller pair of twins on the side of his tent. The first floor tent, if nothing else happened, it was Fisher's residence during this time!

"Okay!" Fisher didn't say much, and walked into the tent with his own suitcase. The inside of the tent was not too big, and there was only a small table. The yellow sand on the ground was very soft, so another layer of felt was spread, It looks a little soft, and his bed is in the small suite inside, which is not a bed, but a bedding covered with four or five layers of blankets, with a kerosene lamp hanging beside it, and a large wooden bucket filled with water. It is emitting heat.

"Start to be a guerrilla tomorrow!" After taking off his clothes three times, five times and two times, Fisher got into the bucket and said to himself comfortably.

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Since he was here to help the Arabs defeat the Ottomans, it is naturally impossible for Fisher 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 and equipment?" Ali nodded, and then he took Fisher to their simple arsenal.

"No, these are our equipment!"

Fisher nodded, looked at the less than 100 firearms of various models in front of him, and sat on the ground to check the situation.

Seeing Fisher's skillful disassembly of these rifles one by one, and then calibration, Ali was a little embarrassed. At first, he thought that Fisher was here to provide some information, but found that the other party seemed to be It's not a show.

After checking all the weapons for more than an hour, Fisher casually wiped the stains in his hands on Ali's robe, and then said: "A dozen Mauser firing pins are broken, and the Lewis machine gun Your sights are also broken, and your ammunition is also messed up, with mixed outfits of .303 and 7.92, are you sure it will work when you fight?"

"Ah, this!" Ali blushed suddenly.

"Alas!" Fisher could only sigh when he saw the other party's appearance. The so-called short man is taller. Ali's tribe can at least store spare weapons together, and it is not bad to be able to sign the prohibition of fireworks.

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

"Mr. Fisher, where are you going?"

"Go and see how good your tribal warrior is. Besides, in crowded places, you should call me Lawrence!" Fisher raised his rifle and slung it on his shoulder. The sun shone on him, and the shadow cast Ali Completely covered, coupled with the backlight, Ali vaguely saw a layer of golden light on his body.

"Why Lawrence?"

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

(End of this chapter)