"From the first day I came to the Hijaz, I was observing Hussein and his sons, Hussein was old and ambitious, his eldest son Ali was honest but hesitant, his second son Abdullah was brilliant but lacked eloquence, and his youngest son, Said, lacked enthusiasm and was too indifferent to the Arab uprising.

Although there was no doubt about the motives of the Arabs for their independence, the independence and national liberation of the country as we understand it alone did not enable the riders from the various nomadic tribes to fight valiantly, and the "Arabs" at this time were only a geographical concept, and the Arabs were divided into numerous tribes, large and small, emirates, emirs, sultanates, and imams, and tribes and chiefs were constantly in conflict with each other for wells, herds, pastures, or caravans for the plundering of each other's caravans. Some tribes supported the Arab uprising, while others collaborated with the Turkish army to take revenge on their old adversaries, and their allegiance to the tribes was far higher than the illusory pursuit of "national independence" or "Arab states."

There is no doubt that the Arabs need a military leader of undoubted ability and charisma, and of Hussein and his four sons, only three sons, Faisa, possess this quality, and he is undoubtedly the leader I am looking for......"

Peninsula Chronicles

Walking into an inner courtyard, on its far edge, between the black doorposts, stood a white figure eagerly waiting for the arrival of Sang Heiji and his party.

At first sight of the man, Sanpinge felt that this was the man he had come to Arabia for, the kind of leader who could bring the Arabs to victory, Faisal looked very tall, slender as a pillar, and wore a long white silk robe, wrapped around a brown headcloth, and tied with a crimson glittering ribbon. His eyelids drooped somewhat; Against the backdrop of his strange, still vigilant figure, his black beard and pale face resemble a mask. He rested his hands crossed on the short knife in front of him.

"Hello, Prince Faisal!"

After greeting Faisal, who greeted him, Faisal ushered Heiji into the room and sat down on the carpet near the door. It wasn't until his eyes got used to the darkness of the room that he could see that there were a dozen silent people sitting in the small room, staring motionlessly at him or Faisal.

Faisal was still staring down at his hands, both rubbing his dagger with it. Finally, he softly asked Sang how he felt about Najd.

"Do you like us here—Wadi Safra?"

"Yes, but it's a little farther away from Damascus."

Damascus, the word Sanpinch stabbed them like a knife into their hearts, and the crowd could not help but shudder, before that, they had attacked Damascus once, but sometimes failed. As he sat down, everyone present stiffened, held their breath, and remained silent for a moment. Some may be dreaming of distant success; Others may have seen it as a mockery of their recent failures.

Finally, Faisal raised his head, looked at Sang Pingji with a smile and said,

"Praise be to Allah, the Turks are nearer to us."

When Faisal said this, Sanpinchi laughed with him.

In the courtesies of Sanpinge and Faisal, Maurud sat restlessly, and had long been impatient to hear it, and as soon as the laughter of the two had fallen, he cried out in a loud voice:

"Don't talk about anything else here! The most important thing is to fight, hit, kill them! Give me a team of Hanyang Mountain Guns and Jinling Machine Guns, and I'll finish them all. We're talking and talking here, and in the end we still don't get anything. ”…,

Maurud's words made Faisal, who was sitting on the side, grin lightly, and he looked at Sanpingzhi at the same time, although the Chinese were expanding their power on the peninsula, although they were trying to gain a foothold on the peninsula, but he knew that only with their support could he realize his wish - to unify the whole of Arabia.

This conversation was an opportunity for him, and the arrival of this Chinese in front of him also encouraged him to a certain extent, he clearly realized that the Chinese on the peninsula need someone to be their spokesman, familiar with how to deal with the Europeans, he knows that for these big countries, there is never any justice, they only have interests in their eyes, if they want to get something from them, in addition to making their own value clear, they also need to trade.

Trade!

Trading is also a very common thing in the Arab world, for the weak, if you want to get help from the strong, you have to come up with enough things to trade, for the Arabs, if the Arabs want to gain independence, the only thing that can be traded is territory.

As Faisal looked at himself with a smile on his face, Sanpinji also looked at Faisal, who he thought was worth "helping", and he seemed a little tired. He looked much older than thirty-one. His expression was a little deep, a pair of resolute eyes, embedded in the slightly sunken face, bloodshot, and the sunken cheeks had deep wrinkles, which were the result of too much thought. He was stingy with his brain, for too many thoughts hindered the speed of action, and the labor of thought was carved into his countenance with painful creases. Outwardly, he was a tall, elegant, energetic man, who walked beautifully, with a head and shoulders that carried royal dignity. There is no doubt that he knows all this, and when speaking in public, he mostly expresses himself with gestures and his body.

But like most Arabs, he often acted impulsively and violently. He appears to be impatient, overly sensitive, and even irrational. He will suddenly change direction, and strong ** and weak physical strength, driven by courage, will work together on his physical actions.

Although he said that he could repay trust with trust, and doubt with doubt. But Sang Pingzhi clearly knew that the "object of aid" in front of him was in the Turkish Sultan Abdul? Hamid's training at court made him a master of diplomacy and a variety of diplomatic techniques, while his military experience with Turkey gave him practical knowledge of tactics. His life experiences in Constantaburg and the Turkish parliament familiarized him with European politics and etiquette.

But because of this, Sang Pingzhi knew that the purpose of his trip had been achieved.

His task now was to take the shortest route to bring the news to the Society, and then report it, and if the expeditionary force accepted his suggestion, there would be a steady stream of arms to be delivered to him by camel or even plane, and then he would launch another invasion of the Turks.

Under a palm tree in the palm grove, Sang Pingji sat intently, and as dusk deepened and night came, he listened attentively to Faisal's narration while enjoying a dinner of hot rice and mutton that the servants had placed on the blankets. Because of the Arabs' doctrinal beliefs, they don't drink alcohol, so they just sit together and drink black tea while enjoying dinner.

"My friend, you should probably tell me what you need!"

As Faisal said this, his eyes were fixed on Sangpingji.

"Here many people call you infidels, and even in the eyes of some, you are "Kafir", and I am sure you know what that word means! ”…,

Kafir, that is the meaning of the infidels who should be killed, for this title, Sang Pingzhi can be said to be very clear, the reason why the Arabs call the Chinese so is very simple, it comes from the empire's extreme distrust of Islam, in the early years of the Manchu Qing dynasty, when Shaanxi and Gansu returned to chaos, those people burned the mausoleum of the Yellow Emperor, which was a crime for the entire Han nation.

In the founding of the empire, in fact, it was a kind of nationalist revival, and in the process, the Tongzhi Hui Rebellion was brought up again, and the cemeteries of the ancestors of the entire nation were burned down, which was unacceptable, therefore, they had to make a choice, and this choice was bloody and violent, and because of this, China was by no means a friend of the Muslims, and from a purely doctrinal point of view, China was even their enemy.

But domestic is domestic, and foreign is foreign.

"Your Highness, you should know that our army has reached the hinterland of Baghdad province, and our army will soon reach Basra!"

When answering his question, Sang Pingzhi reminded him first.

"This means that we can provide you with everything you need in the shortest possible time, such as rifles in Ma'anshan, artillery in Hanyang, machine guns in Jinling, mortars in Guangzhou, etc."

At this time, Sang Pingzhi did not answer Faisal's question, but talked about the materials that China could provide to them.

"If you want, you can transport these supplies not only by camel caravans, but even by plane, which means that it only takes a day or two, thousands of weapons, to get here and arm your soldiers!"

Suddenly, his words changed.

"As for what China needs, Your Highness, what can you give us?"

A rhetorical question, but the question was thrown back to Faisal, when the question was thrown to him, Sang Pingzhi picked up the teacup and drank the black tea in the cup, the tea is the black tea of India's Dajiling, Indian tea has a very big impact on Chinese tea, for Sang Pingzhi, whose hometown is in Fujian, his eldest brother - a member of the provincial council gritted his teeth and said that if one day China and Britain go to war, they must fight to India, and then burn down the Darjeeling tea plantation.

In the past, tea was one of China's most important exports, but now, India has replaced China as the world's largest tea exporter, and even exported to China, the country of origin of tea.

What can be given to China?

Faisal fell silent for a moment, what could the Hejaz give China?

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