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The El Fasher tribe is one of the largest tribes in northern Iraq, numbering about 4,000 people who have lived for centuries in the Diaaneh region in the mountainous region of northern Iraq.

Before the World War, there were more than 5,000 people in the El Fasher tribe, and during the World War, hundreds of young men from the El Fasher tribe were forcibly conscripted into the army by the Ottoman Empire and sent to the battlefield, and less than half of them returned to the El Fasher tribe after the World War, and more than half of them were left with lifelong disabilities.

Originally, the patriarch of the Fasher tribe, Fertil, thought that the disaster was over, but unexpectedly, the discovery of oil in Syria once again involved the Fasher tribe in the war.

In fact, Syria's oil has nothing to do with the El Fasher tribe, no matter who owns the oil fields, the El Fasher tribe will not get any benefits, the reason why the men of the El Fasher tribe will join the National Guard organized by the British is because they are conscripted into the army and have a salary that is worth a lot of money for Iraqi civilians, so the men of the El Fasher tribe will not be able to resist the temptation.

At the beginning of the war, things were okay, the British never defaulted on their salaries, and the men who went out to fight would bring back some booty from time to time, which gave the Fasher tribe hope for a while.

Although there are still people who keep dying, death is a part of life, and it is better to fight with the British than with the Ottomans, and Fertille is very satisfied.

The good times didn't last long, after the army from Lanfang joined the war, the Iraqi army was defeated again and again, and in the end, it couldn't even hold the border, so the Lanfang people drove straight in, which really made Fertil puzzled.

Aren't the British the victorious in a world war? So how could the British be vulnerable? Isn't Britain the number one power in the world? So why do anyone dare to challenge the dignity of the UK? Lan Fang, what kind of country is that country?

Fedile had a lot of questions, but no one gave Fedile an answer.

After this defeat, there were very few Fasher men who came back, and even if there were, they were missing arms and legs, and those who could still fight, all of them had already retreated to the east of Baghdad with the large army, and no one dared to return to the Fasher tribe, they were afraid that it would bring disaster to the Fasher tribe.

This is thanks to the scandalous propaganda of the British against the Lanfang people, who are faithful believers in Catholicism in the British population, and have even reached the level of "fanatics". In general, the Lanfang people will force all Persians to adopt Catholicism, and if they do not convert, the Lanfang people will burn all those who disobey them alive. And once Catholic, the Lanfang people will force everyone to drink alcohol, eat pork, and even force people to take drugs to increase government revenue. The scope of Lan Fang's administration even involves the family life of ordinary believers, where polygamy is not allowed, and a husband can only have one wife, otherwise Lan Fang will impose a fine of almost astronomical amounts.

All the rumors were against Lan Fang, and in British propaganda, Lan Fang people would even kill people, then pour human blood into the car's fuel tank, and then turn this blood into gasoline to drive the car by casting spells.

Under the influence of these rumors, ordinary Iraqis have a really bad perception of the Lanfang people, and everywhere the Lanfang army goes, they basically see ruins and ruins, and they cannot get any supplies, some of which are residents who have taken the initiative to evacuate, and more are retreating Iraqis destroying evidence.

Iraq was also a newly formed state after the World War, and after the collapse of the Ottoman Empire, the British brought together Kurds, Persian Shiites, and Sunnis, and Iraq was born. One can imagine how complex Iraq's domestic problems must be in the absence of a strong central government in such a new country.

Before Iraq was formed, Iraqis were able to exercise restraint among their ethnic groups in the face of strong repression by the Ottoman Empire. After the establishment of Iraq, the Kurds first proposed to establish a country headed by the Kurds, and then the Persian Shiites and Sunnis also had their own ideas, and the newly established Faisal dynasty did not have the slightest control over the country, so it was not uncommon for Iraq to be in chaos, and ethnic vendettas and the like.

In this context, it is really normal for those Iraqi troops who were scattered by Lan Fang to do some angry things during the retreat.

However, all this was placed on the heads of the Lanfang people.

Since the defeat of Iraq, Fedile has heard rumors about this, today a certain tribe was slaughtered without sparing a camel, tomorrow a certain tribe took the initiative to move away to avoid the military disaster, and the day after tomorrow suddenly there were rumors that the Lanfang people were preparing to attack Dianay, and so on and so forth.

Days like this are torment for Fedile.

The Fasher tribe is in the mountains of Dianay, and the only way to get information from outside the mountains is through the merchants.

Dianay's location between Iraq and Turkey is an important link between Iraq and Turkey, so the El Fasher tribe often receives certain information from traders who travel between Iraq and Turkey.

Of course, no one can guarantee the authenticity of these "messages".

One day in early May, as usual, Fertille came to the entrance of the village with his little grandson in his arms, waiting for his son to return.

Fedile had a total of six sons, the eldest and third died before they reached adulthood, the second died in the world war, the fourth and fifth joined the Iraqi National Guard, and the sixth was not yet an adult.

When Lan Fang invaded Iraq, Fertille got bad news, his fifth son also died on the battlefield, and the fourth son retreated to Baghdad with the rebels.

At Fedile's age, all his ambitions have been worn out by life, and Fedile now only hopes that his fourth son can come back, and the family can live together peacefully, which is Fedile's biggest hope now.

Towards noon, a few figures finally appeared on Shangliang Mountain in the distance, but it was not the son of Fedile, but a merchant who had gone to Turkey.

Being able to meet the businessman means that he can get some news from outside the mountain, and Fertille is still looking forward to it, and when the people arrived, Fertille took the initiative to invite the two merchants to his home to sit.

There were eight people in the merchant's party, only two of them were merchants, and the others were guards hired by the merchant, and these guards were also the people of Fedile's invitation, perhaps they had news of Fedile's son.

In the eyes of the Lanfang people, Fei Dile's home does not look like a chieftain, it is two stone houses built on the mountain, and the grass hut is built on it.

But this is already the best house of the Fasher tribe, and other people's homes are not even as good as this, and many people just dig a hole in the mountain and live in the cave like wild beasts.

After taking a seat in the living room, Fedile brought out the little tea left to entertain the two merchants, and after the merchants thanked him, the topic naturally turned to the ongoing war outside the mountain.

"The Lanfang people are indeed too powerful, and we Iraqis are vulnerable in front of the Lanfang people." The merchant named Rabaha sighed at the mention of the Lanfang people.

Rabaha didn't look much depressed, as if it was commonplace, and didn't feel much of a shared enemy because of Iraq's defeat.

Iraq is a country that has just been established for less than five years, and its citizens do not have the slightest sense of national honor, so naturally they cannot raise their sense of responsibility, and these Iraqis are accustomed to being ruled by others, former Ottomans, now British, and perhaps Lanfang in the future.

Who cares?

Even they don't care.

"The Lanfang people can defeat the Germans in the world war, and the Germans defeated the British, and the British defeated the Ottoman Empire, and our Iraq is part of the Ottoman Empire. Another businessman named Zafir answered.

It's a simple calculation, but it's a bit vague.

It doesn't matter, it's enough to fool a chief like Fedile, this is not a parliamentary chamber and there is no need to be responsible for his own words.

"Wasn't Britain the victor of the world war?" Fedile had his own doubts.

"It was after Lan Fang joined the war-" Zafir was a little dismissive, but for the sake of tea, Zafir still said a few more words: "Before Lan Fang joined the war, Britain and France combined could withstand the attack of the Germans, if Britain and Germany were pulled out to practice alone, it was not certain who would lose and who would win-"

Very strange tone, looking at what Zafir meant, was a little indignant.

"Uh-huh-we Iraq can't beat the Lanfang people anyway." Rabaha answered in time, looking at Zafir with a reproachful look in his eyes.

But Fertil, who was immersed in shock, did not notice this.

"The king of Lanfang is the head of the Knights Templar, so Lanfang's state religion is Catholicism, and this place will soon become the territory of Catholicism, maybe in a few days there will be a Catholic priest coming, and now the situation is getting worse and worse, this is also the last time we will return to Iraq, and we will not come in the future." There was sadness in Rabaha's tone, and his expression was sad, which made people feel compassion.

"Aren't you Iraqis? Where can you go? Fedile was a little surprised.

Although the current situation is not good, and Fedile has also had the idea of moving, if he waits for the war to subside for a while, Fedile is still ready to return.

Not coming back?

Fedile never thought about it.

"Go to Turkey, at least where I can keep my faith." Rabaha had a clear purpose and had no intention of concealing it.

"It's the same here, Father—ahem, don't even think of going back when they come." Fertille also has the ferocity of a nomad.

"Don't be stupid, the priest won't come alone, he will lead Lan Fang's soldiers who are dragging artillery, do you think your tribe can stop Lan Fang's soldiers?" There was mockery in Rabaha's tone.

Fedile didn't notice Rabaha's taunt, and Fedile was already immersed in shock.

Just a tribe that wants to stop the Lanfang soldiers who are armed to the teeth?

It's really a mantis arm blocking the car.