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  Chapter 83 Ali's Tribe

  After riding a camel again for a whole day, Fisher saw a canyon made up of rocky mountains, where Ali's tribe migrated.

   "The chief is back!" Not yet close to the canyon, a head wrapped in yellow cloth suddenly appeared above the canyon. He looked at Ali from a high position, and then shouted into the canyon.

  Soon there was a cloud of smoke in the canyon, and then a dozen cavalry galloped out and greeted him.

"Father!"

A cavalry led by    got closer and closer, and Fisher realized that it was a woman with a tattoo covering her face.

   "Zara, this is my daughter, this is Mr. Fisher from Cairo!" Ali introduced with a smile.

  "Hello, Mr. Fisher, welcome to Syria!" The woman named Zara just nodded lightly, ignored Fisher, and drove her horse to Ali.

  "What's the matter?" Ali asked seeing his daughter's face calm.

   "Yesterday the Elifas tribe attacked the armed train. They lost all the tribal warriors. Then after daybreak today, the Ottoman desert troops attacked the remaining women, children and old people!" A trace of anger flashed across Zara's face.

"Oh, may the deceased rest in peace!" Ali was a little sad when he heard it. He knew the chief of the Elephas tribe. The two had conflicts because of the well before, but the other was also a man. He didn't expect to fall into the Ottomans. Under the gun.

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

"I know, but just rely on us to go and hit the rocks with pebbles. You will be sifted by the Ottoman task force without even getting close to that armored train!" Ali sighed, "We don't count on it anymore. See if Prince Faisal’s army has this power!"

   "But father!"

"Okay, stop talking, Zara, Mr. Fisher and I drove the road for a day. I'm very tired. Go and let them prepare some food!" Ali sternly drove away his daughter, and then Looking at Fisher, "I'm sorry, but the current situation makes it necessary for us, men and women, young and old to fight together!"

"I understand!" Fisher nodded. The European battlefield is about the same. The ignorant black mullet and the third brother were dragged by Britain and France one ship after another to Europe to brush the Germans' heads without paying a pension. The Arabs do not know where they are!

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

Riding a camel and walking slowly into the depths of the canyon, Fisher discovered that there is a cavernous sky here. A small stream flows out from the gap under the rocky mountain, then flows through the tent and pastoral circle, into the underground, and the continuous tents follow. The gorge went deep, and there was a one-person trail dug out on both sides of the canyon cliff above. At this moment, there were several sentinels standing on it.

  The movement of Ali’s return shocked the leaders in the tent. Both men, women and children, all ages, got out of the tent to say hello, and Ali also took out some rough candy he bought from the city to distribute to the noisy children.

Ali’s tent is in the deepest part of the canyon. It is the best location. The wind cannot blow in and the sun will not be too hot. At this moment, several servants outside the tent are busy cooking barbecue on the bonfire, and Ali’s wives He and his daughter were standing outside the tent, waiting for the arrival of several people.

"Go and wash first. I know you British people have the habit of taking a bath, and we do too. After washing, we will come out to eat. Tomorrow we will talk about how to cooperate!" Ali waved his hand and pointed to a smaller pair on the side of his tent. Floor tent, if nothing else, it will be Fisher's residence during this time!

"Okay!" Fisher didn't say much. He carried his suitcase and walked into the tent. The inside of the tent was not too big. There was only a small table. The yellow sand on the ground was very soft, so he spread a layer of felt and stepped on it. It's a bit soft when it goes up. His bed is in the small suite inside. It can't be counted as a bed. It's a bedding with four or five layers of blankets. There is a kerosene lamp next to it and a large wooden bucket filled with water. At this moment Is exuding heat.

   "Starting to be a guerrilla team tomorrow!" Taking off his clothes three times, Fisher got into the bucket and muttered to himself comfortably.

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Since he was here to help the Arabs defeat the Ottomans, it was naturally impossible for Fisher to come to sleep and eat. He got up before dawn the next day, and then found Ali who was drinking milk tea and suggested that he should check their tribe first. Weapons and equipment!

  "Weapon and equipment?" Ali nodded, and then took Fisher to their simple arsenal.

   "No, these are our equipment!"

  Fisher nodded, looked at less than a hundred guns of various models in front of him, and directly sat on the ground to check the situation.

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

After checking all the weapons for more than an hour, Fisher wiped the stains on Ali’s robe at will, and then said: "There are more than a dozen Mauser firing needles that are broken, and the Louis machine gun. The sights are also broken, and your ammunition is also very messy, point 303 and 7.92 mixed dress, are you sure it can start the fight?"

   "Ah, this!" Ali suddenly blushed.

   "Oh!" Fisher could only sigh when he saw the other person's appearance. The so-called short one is taller, and Ali's tribe can at least store spare weapons together, and it is not bad that the sign prohibits fireworks.

   Randomly grabbed a working martini rifle, and grabbed a 10mm martini bullet, Fisher took the lead to go out.

   "Mr. Fisher, where are you going?"

"Go and see how well your tribal warriors are. Also, in places with a lot of people, call me Lawrence!" Fisher raised his rifle, leaned it on his shoulders, the sun shone on him, and the shadow cast Ali Fully covered, coupled with the backlight, Ali faintly saw a golden light on his body.

   "Why is it called Lawrence?"

   "Because in the future, I will be Lawrence of Arabia!"

  (End of this chapter)