Super Cute New To Marvel

  Chapter 93 Long-legged Woman!

"Bang Bang!" Holding up his copycat blasting gun, Fisher broke an Ottoman soldier who kicked the explosives to pieces, and then several Arab soldiers rushed forward and re-stacked the kicked explosives beside the train. .

  Both sides have left dozens of corpses, and many corpses hold the enemy tightly even when they die.

   "Keep playing!"

  After the last few bundles of explosives were stuffed, the Arab soldiers still felt that they were not enough, and directly carried the remaining shells over.

  And the machine gunner desperately fired at the train and blocked the Ottoman exit.

   Relying on such a desperate style of play, the Ottoman soldiers can only hide behind the thick steel plate and watch the Arabs run away.

  "Quickly leave!" The officer who saw something bad could only reluctantly order the train to abandon, but before his soldiers opened the car door, Fisher, who had run dozens of meters away, shot him back!

  The violent explosion once again swallowed the paralyzed train, even though this modified armored train had its own weight several times that of an ordinary train, it was still pushed off the track that had long been torn apart.

  The huge potential energy unabated, driving the train to tilt, and then the sky was full of smoke and dust, and the armored train finally overturned.

  A hundred catties of explosives, nearly a hundred shells, and nearly one hundred thousand bullets, plus more than one hundred lives, this is the final price.

  Fisher estimated that if the movement of the armored train had not been paralyzed, the casualties would at least triple. As for the Arab cavalry to fight, tens of thousands of Prince Faisal might have to be folded in.

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"Lawrence! Lawrence! Lawrence!" The value of destroying the wolf king is self-evident to the Arabs. Fisher was almost used by the Arabs to fight back to Prince Faisal's camp, and Ali still hugged him. There was a huge piece of iron, which was a souvenir he had smashed from that armored train.

  Countless fanatical Arabs surrounded Prince Faisal’s camp, chanting Lawrence, and then they lifted up Fisher and sent them all the way to the front of Prince Faisal.

   "Thank you, Mr. Lawrence!"

  Prince Faisal, who was wearing gold and silver, stepped forward to a bear hug, and then put his machete inlaid with gems and gold into Fisher's arms.

  "From now on, you will be our Bedouin's eternal friend. I can give you what you want, gold, woman, or land!"

   "Let's discuss this slowly, can you release me first?" Fisher lightly patted the back of the prince who was lying on his chest.

   "Okay, okay, let's enjoy the celebration banquet first, you must eat and drink today!"

After entering the tent, Fisher discovered that Prince Faisal had spent a lot of money for this meal. The standard western food with one water includes roasted whole lamb and roasted camel. According to Fisher, the latest one will make western food. The cook is in Cairo, nearly 600 kilometers away.

  After a full meal, the servant removed the mess and served milk tea and dessert, and Prince Faisal also chatted with Fisher about the future development of the Bedouin.

"When we take Damascus, will the British become our next enemy?" Because other people attending the banquet, including British military advisers, have been invited to another room, and now only Fisher and the prince are in this room. The two, so the prince didn't mean anything.

"It's possible!" Fisher nodded. The future generations of the Middle East will be like this, of course, the United States is indispensable, but the British plan is also the main reason. Who makes the Arabs have gold under their ass? Fisher understood this truth decades ago!

  "Will you help the British?"

"Will not!"

  "Will you help the Arabs then?"

   "Neither, I will choose to return to England and be an ordinary Englishman!"

  "Okay!" Prince Faisal was a little regretful. Fisher was the first extraordinary Englishman he had ever seen, but it was a pity that such talents could not be used by him!

   "His Royal Highness, in fact, blindly confrontation is useless. You have the land and the resources below, and you can use them to develop together with the British on the conditions!"

   "But I think your government is definitely not happy!"

"That's because they have to bear the cost!" Fisher then told Prince Faisal in detail about the major obstacles to the British wanting to develop Middle East oil. In fact, it is impossible for other countries to watch the British eat themselves. The mouth is full of oil, what Prince Faisal has to do is to give up a part of the interest and use his strength to let other countries fight and preserve his remaining interests.

  Fisher, who has detailed experience in later generations, even thought out the countermeasures at every step, and Prince Faisal nodded frequently.

   "You are betraying your country!"

   "No, I have not betrayed my country, I have always been loyal to my motherland!" Fisher said seriously.

"I understand!" Prince Faisal thought that Fisher was talking about the difference between government and country, but he didn't know that Fisher was referring to another country beyond countless dimensions. Although he couldn't mention it, Fisher believed , Will get better and better in the future!

In the days that followed, Fisher became the prince’s staff member, helping him to designate a plan to attack Damascus, and at the same time made some modern adaptations to his tribal armed forces. If it weren’t for a British messenger who suddenly appeared in front of him and If he handed him a briefcase and rucksack, Fisher estimated that he would be able to drink coffee in Damascus within seven days.

"Sir, this is the order of the War Department! And your award!" The messenger saw Fisher casually throwing the backpack with the colonel's dress on the ground, and then grabbed the briefcase with his greasy hands. It was about to bulge out, but seeing so many white hats looking at him next to him, he still pretended not to see it.

   "Ludendorff? Why did he come to Ottoman to buy sand?" Fisher can't remember that Ludendorff came to Ottoman Turkey in the later stages of the war. How did this development feel a bit familiar?

  "American Expeditionary Force Intelligence Officer? Steve Trevor?" Fisher realized that the world he came from did not seem to be a serious battle!

  (End of this chapter)