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  Chapter 82 The Long Dragon at Night

  After traveling in the desert for a whole day, Ali stopped the camel after the moon was high above the night sky.

  "Let's rest here tonight!" Taking off the blanket and felt cloth on the camel's back, Ali pointed to a hillside leeward.

   "Okay!" Fisher didn't mind either. He pulled off his robe to reveal the tropical military uniform underneath, and then sat on the felt cloth and watched Ali pick up the bedding.

  "Are you interested in this?" The bored Fisher took out a Smith revolver from the box, and when he kept flipping the bullet nest, he found that Ali was looking intently at the gun in his hand.

   "Yes...hehe!" Ali smiled embarrassedly at the moment like a child who loves toys.

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

   "I'm so sorry!" Although he said so, Ali hurriedly put the gun into his belt, then took out a few pieces of dry food from another pouch, soaked it in the milk and kneaded it.

  "Trying this, this is a mixture of yogurt and date palm, the yogurt made by my daughter!"

  Looking at the same food as noodles of different thicknesses, Fisher tried it tentatively and found that the taste was not bad. The only problem was that it had a bit bigger taint like the cheese just now.

   "The conditions are simple, sorry!" After eating a few bites of food hastily, Ali began to play with the revolver, and Fisher was more interested in the Martini Henry rifle he put on the back of the camel.

It was a 0.402-inch Martini mk4 rifle. This is the final revision of the Martini series. Unfortunately, not long after it came out, Daying replaced it with a 303 magazine-style Lee-Meteford rifle. The Martini Henry rifle originally in the British army was also sold to these regions in the Middle East.

Randomly wiped the saliva on his trousers, Fisher got up, took the martini from the camel's back, which was already kneeling on the ground, and looked over and over again. The old man has a gilded gun for this gun, and he has nothing to do. At that time, I took this thing and took the bodyguard and a few old men of the same age to hunt in the forest of Montana, so Fisher is no stranger.

"You use this to fight the Turks?" Fisher thought to himself that it was only a ghost if it was fought. It was already 1917, and the European War was in full swing. The Turkish infantry was basically full of Mauser 1903 rifles. Either Mauser 1887, or the Ottoman version of Mauser using 9x30r ammunition. These rifles are all bolt-on rifles with five-round magazines, while Martini, a single-shot rifle that fires one round in the previous round. The firepower ratio between the two sides is not at the same level.

"This is pretty good. My tribe and the prince’s army can at least be equipped with rifles, and the machine guns given by the British army. Many tribal warriors only have scimitars and bows, but we will not give up with those Ottomans. People have a chance to fight!"

  Later, Fisher and Ali talked about the battle between the Arab guerrillas and the Ottoman Turkish army. Although Ali was full of enthusiasm, Fisher still heard the true meaning.

The Arabs have a great advantage. The Arabs go up and the Arabs are defeated. Fisher is no better than Lawrence of the Arab Bureau. He is an Arab master. Fisher can only understand this land through Ali’s description. Who can be his help, and who is the enemy.

The Ottoman Turks and Arabs have been grudges for a long time. Since oil has gradually become liquid gold in people’s eyes, the land of the Middle East has no peace. The British, French, Germans, and Turks all want this land. The ignorant Arabs may not know much about the future, but they understand that they have an inexhaustible treasure house, so they are more inclined to sit on the ground and start the price.

After the two talked about the situation and the war, Ali introduced his tribe. Their tribe is located in central Syria. There are about 2,000 people in the tribe. There are more than 300 tribal warriors who are completely free from production. They usually live by herding camels, of course. There are also horses. Originally, their tribe lived obediently in their own territory. As a result, the Ottoman railway was built to their doorstep. Under the intimidation of machine guns and howitzers, the Ali people could only leave their ancestral land and run away.

"Alas, times have changed. The off-road vehicles of the Turkish army, equipped with machine guns and infantry, run faster than us, and our horses need to rest. Cars only need to refuel, and trains. The Ottomans use railways to transport their troops. The machine is eroding our land step by step!" At this point, Ali choked silently, and Fisher yawned boredly.

   "Let's go to bed first, I'll watch the middle of the night!" Looking at his watch, he found that Fisher, who was already close to two o'clock in the morning, hurriedly interrupted Ali's narration. He had to hurry up tomorrow!

  In the middle of the night, feeling a little tired, Fisher wakes up Ali, pulls away the blanket, and falls asleep as soon as he closes his eyes.

I don’t know how long he slept, Fisher, who was in a daze, suddenly heard a dull sound of guns, and turned over subconsciously. The revolver has been given to Ali.

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

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

"Armored train?" Fisher took out his binoculars, but the distance was too far. Even the high-power white-light binoculars of the Titans couldn't see anything. He could only see flashes after another, and heard dull gunshots and cannons. Voice.

  And Fisher could hear it, and the gunshots were gradually subduing. It seemed that the overweight Bedouin guerrillas had been wiped out by the firepower of the armored train.

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

  "I'm here to help you!" Fisher closed the binoculars, then took out his data board, and wrote a note on prioritizing armored trains.

"It's early, Mr. Fisher, I can sleep for a while. We have a whole day to go tomorrow!" Ali held his rifle in his arms, and then sat down on the camel, "I will continue to watch the night. I will call you tomorrow morning!"

  (End of this chapter)