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Chapter 88 Target Damascus

Prince Feisal, who is just 40 years old this year, has a huge tribe of tens of thousands of people, and there are dozens of tribes under his command. Arab Rebels.

"You have to remember, try to be respectful, there are a few of your British officers around the prince, but they are all here to eat, drink and have fun, not as good as you!" Ali rode a camel, constantly telling Fisher that he should pay attention matters.

"The prince wants to take Damascus now, but the wolf king of the Ottomans is like a moat to us. No matter how many cavalry or infantry we have, we are vulnerable to the wolf king!"

"What about your artillery, didn't the British government sell you some artillery?"

"It's useless, the wolf king's artillery has a longer range, and the Ottomans also have an air force!" Ali's eyes were filled with longing when he said this, "Those steady planes are like falcons, coming and going without a trace , they drop bombs, and they will kill those artillerymen easily!"

"Airplane!" Fisher stroked the stubble on his chin. The best aircraft that Ottoman could equip during this period was the Fokker dr1 triplane. However, Fisher estimated that relying on Ottoman's financial resources, the triplane The number of what may be very small, on the contrary, it is very possible that Fokker, which has been eliminated in the European war, is very likely.

"However, Prince Feisal should like these gifts from you. We need a victory very much, because we have been passive. The prince is not very happy, and those vassal tribes also have their own ideas!"

"Don't worry, I'm here this time to relieve your prince's worries!"

"Heart disease? How do you go?"

"Taking Damascus, isn't it all right?"

"But there are tens of thousands of Ottoman defenders in Damascus. They have cannons, armored trains, and planes!"

"Then why don't we grab these things?"

"You're kidding!" Ali thought it might be the previous victory that made Fisher flustered.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Fisher waved his hand, then shook the pole in his hand, driving the camel to run all the way.

Seeing the back of Fisher going away, Ali suddenly had a feeling that maybe Fisher could really do it?

The two galloped all the way with their entourage, and it took only two days to reach Prince Faisal's territory, which is less than [-] kilometers away from Damascus.

"What's that?" Ali, who was waiting for the connector to appear, pointed to a small black spot that was traveling through the canyon.

"That's a Fokker fighter jet!" Fisher jumped off the camel almost instantly, then dragged Ali off, and led the camel to run towards the foot of the mountain.

"Quick, give me the machine gun!" Fisher, who had taken the Lewis machine gun, pulled off the tripod, put the machine gun on the camel's back, and prepared to give him a shuttle when the Fokker fighter came over, but the Fokker Ke didn't come over, but turned around over the canyon.

"what's the situation?"

"That's Prince Faisal's camp!" Ali woke up like a dream, got on his camel, and hurried over.

After Fisher followed, what he saw was a scene of several Fokker E fighter jets raging over a huge military camp. The Arabs are enough, the barracks of tens of thousands of people just blow up, the frightened camels and horses run around, the dizzy Arab soldiers also throw away their armor and armor, looking for cover everywhere, and in the crowd, a man wearing a white helmet on a horse A samurai in a turban wielding a jeweled scimitar was chasing the plane and swearing.

"Ah!" Fisher could only kick Ali's leg, making him kneel down, and then let Ali grab the tripod of the machine gun, and pulled the trigger on the nearest Fokker E.

The top magazine of the roaring Lewis machine gun turned, and .303 brass shells clanged and fell at Fisher's feet. Because there was no tracer bullet to guide, Fisher could only try to roughly adjust the ballistic. A 47 After firing the flips, the left wing of the Fokker E suddenly lost a piece.

"Hit!" Ali said excitedly, fanning the muzzle smoke.

"It didn't come down again!"

Fisher dropped Louis, took a Lee Enfield from the camel's back, and continued to cum.

Maybe it was because they finished dropping the bombs, or maybe they were taken aback by Fisher, the Fokker fighter jets shook their wings and flew away quickly.

"Let's go, let's go see this prince!" After the plane left, the commotion below the camp gradually subsided. Fisher stuffed the loaded rifle back on the camel's back, trotted along with Ali, and arrived in Faisal. Prince's tent.

"We must retreat!"

Before seeing the person and hearing the voice, Fisher heard a very heavy British accent before opening the curtain of the tent.

"We have no air superiority, no firepower superiority, we must retreat, retreat to Egypt, join the Anzacs there, and then attack Damascus!"

"But I can't leave my people alone!" retorted another voice.

"If His Highness chooses to go his own way, then the British Empire will not continue to provide support!" The British accent threatened again.

"Will that give me some time to think?"

"Retreat? You can take Damascus in three days, so why retreat?" Fisher opened the curtain, walked into the tent, and looked at the group of people sitting inside.

"Three days, your name is Lawrence, right? Why, the officers from the Arab Bureau are all braggarts?" A British lieutenant colonel in a neat military uniform stood up and retorted.

"Then the Egyptian front army is a bunch of cowards? Soldiers in the European battlefield dared to face the German Maxim, and you were frightened by the Ottoman planes?"

While Fisher and the British officer were taunting each other, an Arab warrior sitting in the main seat was also looking at Fisher, and then Ali leaned over quietly and spoke to him for a while, and the Arab warrior stood up.

"Does Mr. Lawrence know what is the biggest obstacle for us to take Damascus?"

"It's nothing more than that armored train and its attached railway cannon!"

"Do you have a good strategy to defeat the enemy, sir?"

"Not yet, but give me seven days, and that armored train will no longer be your problem!" Fisher also turned around, looking directly at Prince Faisal, who was in Fisher's eyes He saw something he hadn't seen for a long time, and that was the belief in victory.

"Okay, then I will give you ten days. If the armored train is destroyed, then we will go straight to Damascus, but what if it is not done?"

"Then you can't see me either!"

　To be honest, I didn't even know that there were so many professional killers and professional emotional experts among the readers of this book. They provided me with a lot of detailed industry insider information and expert comments. It's a pity that I beat our bookstore owner quickly. It's a pity that I didn't find the work of these professionals

　　One more night

　　

　

(End of this chapter)