In early April, United Oil finally reached an agreement with the French government to transfer the rights to exploit the oil fields discovered by United Oil in Syria to the French government for 1.5 billion francs. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This price is not the actual value of the Syrian oil fields, it is equivalent to a friendly price, the headquarters of United Oil is still in French Algeria, United Oil must take into account the emotions of the French, which is why United Oil finally chose to compromise with the French government.

At the same time, on the Iraqi side, the derricks erected by the British had already begun to produce oil, which made the French government really anxious.

Seeing that France's interests are being damaged every day, the French government finally can't bear it, and the foreign ministry's cannons have escalated to a skirmish on the border between Syria and Iraq, but it is still in the scope of fists and kicks, not to the extent of a big fight.

In mid-April, Hanasor, Iraq.

Ten kilometers to the northwest from here is Syria's Nusaybin oil field.

Syria and Iraq are both countries that were newly established after the world war, and the national border was not so clear, but after the discovery of the Nusaybin oil field, the border suddenly became very important, Syria wanted to push the border line to the southeast as much as possible, and Iraq wanted to push the border line to the northeast, so the two countries have already clashed several times.

On the surface, it looks like Syria and Iraq, but in fact, France and Britain are playing behind it. The French and British were still restrained and did not equip the two sides of the conflict with weapons, so the two sides involved in the conflict used clubs at best, not even bows, arrows and spears.

Recently, however, the situation has become more severe, and as the conflict intensifies, casualties continue to emerge and mount, and in yesterday's clashes, the Iraqi side suffered a small loss, killing two workers and seriously injuring two others.

In the evening, in the corner of the camp of the Hanasor oil well workers' dormitory, a dozen Kurds were crammed into a small tent, and they were in a mood and in a passionate attitude, discussing yesterday's conflict.

"The British are obviously using us as gunmen, so we must be careful, we must try to avoid what happened yesterday, and the blood of the brothers cannot be shed innocently like this." There was a big man with a full beard lying half-lying on the carpet in the middle, and there was not much space in the tent, everyone else was kneeling, only he was half-lying, and his status was obviously relatively high.

"The Syrians are also so hateful, they violated the agreement between us, we never dealt with each other, but they killed our people, this account cannot be settled like this." Some are indignant and advocate for justice for the Syrians.

Iraqis and Syrians are not stupid, they are actually Persians, but they belong to different tribes, they have the same language, the same culture, the same traditions, if it weren't for the British and the French deliberately separating them, they should be a family, so at the beginning of the conflict, there was an agreement between the Syrians and the Iraqis, and the fight must be fought to the British and French, but no one can be ruthless.

"What we're doing now is actually stealing from the French, and the French will certainly not give up, and I don't think those people yesterday were all Syrians, as if they had white faces." Someone provided intelligence.

"Whoever is there, they shouldn't be like this." Someone immediately retorted.

"The British drove two cars in the afternoon, and the cars were pulling big boxes, and it is estimated that we will change guys tomorrow." An emaciated middle-aged man beside Dahan was full of worry.

In yesterday's brawl, the Syrians used iron rods, while the Iraqis still used wooden sticks, and wooden sticks were naturally no match for iron rods, so there were two dead and two wounded.

"It's better to change it, and let the Syrians see how good we are." There were still people applauding, and the half-lying man suddenly opened his eyes and was full of light.

"What's so good? Is it interesting to kill your own people? The middle-aged man's questioning voice was stern.

The big man was talking, and suddenly there was a terrible scream from inside the camp.

A group of people immediately swarmed out, immediately stunned by the scene in front of them.

Out of nowhere, a group of knights, armed with torches and scimitars, galloped through the camp. It was getting late and it was hard to see how many people were attacking, the tent at the edge of the camp had been lit, and by the light of the blazing fire, it was vaguely possible to see that some workers were struck down by horses, and the knight on horseback did not have mercy, but carried a scimitar in his hand to slash and kill.

The camp was filled with panicked workers running, screaming in their mouths with unknown meanings, their voices were poignant and high-pitched, and distant screams and cries for help could be heard, and occasionally abruptly stopped, representing the slaughter of a living life.

The British guards in the camp were armed, and when these knights from hell attacked, the British were not prepared, so although there were gunshots, they were scattered and not on a large scale.

These knights have a clear division of labor, and they don't care about the stubborn British who are holding scimitars, but they just chase and cut down those panicked workers by themselves, and when they encounter the British with guns, there will be squad-sized knights to be responsible for solving them, and those knights are armed with short-barreled carbines equipped with cavalry, and they will line up in a neat line to charge the recalcitrant Britons with guns, and often the British will be knocked down by the platoon as soon as they raise their guns.

The knights' attack was still sharp, and in only five or six minutes, the knights had penetrated the entire camp, and then the knights turned their horses' heads outside the camp, ready to charge again.

"Karim, you go, we'll cover you." The situation was extremely critical, and the middle-aged man did not dare to slack off, urging the big man to leave as soon as possible.

"No, I will never be separated from my brothers." Dahan flatly refused, turned around and ran towards the burning place, which was to save the injured workers.

The camp was full of fires, many people had already perished, many more were struggling in pain, except for Karim and the others, there were hardly a few uninjured people in the entire camp, and in this situation, if the knights charged again, the whole camp would be gone.

"Karim, we need someone to escape before we can avenge us." The middle-aged man was resolute, and rushed over and hugged Karim's thigh to prevent Karim from saving people: "Hurry up, if you don't leave, it's too late, we can't all die here." ”

"Then let's go together!" Karim also knew that the situation was critical, so he picked up the rifle next to a dead British soldier and untied the bullet box from the British soldier's belt.

"We can't go, if we go together, then none of us can escape." The middle-aged man was already desperate, and the sadness in his eyes was very strong.

Although it was late enough to escape, too many people were too big a target, Karim and they had no horses, and there was a desert around Hanasor, if a group of people walked together, the final result would be that no one could escape.

"Let's go, please." The middle-aged man was already in tears, kneeling on the ground and pleading with his hands folded.

"Let's go, Karim, and don't forget to avenge us." A large man turned and walked into the tent, and came out with a wooden stick in his hand.

"Let's go, Karim, don't let us die worthless." A worker picks up a torch from the ground that the knights have thrown away, preparing to use it against scimitars and carbines.

"Let's go separately, as much as we can." Karim knew that time was running out, checked his rifle and turned and ran towards the darkness in the distance.

Seeing that Karim had already walked away, the middle-aged man calmed down, and looked at his companions around him, and the middle-aged man couldn't bear it: "Let's go, listen to Karim, scatter and walk, how much can you go." ”

Some people immediately turned around and ran, and some chose to stay with the middle-aged man.

The knight in the distance charged again, still without shouting, just so silently charged, even the sound of horses' hooves was very small, no wonder he didn't notice it in the slightest before.

Glancing back in the direction of Karim's escape, the middle-aged man clenched the wooden stick in his hand.

A knight spotted a few people gathered here, and with a finger of the scimitar in his hand, more than a dozen knights immediately rushed directly on tall Persian horses.

The screaming continued throughout the night until the early hours of the morning.

When the sun rose, the whole camp had been burned to ashes, the camp was full of scattered corpses of workers, most of the wounds were in the back, only a few people in the corner of the camp were wounded in the front, many people died miserably, their heads were different, only the bodies of those people in the corner of the camp were relatively intact.

When the sound of horses' hooves faded away, a sand dune less than 500 meters from the camp gradually moved, and a man broke out of the dune.

This person is Karim, who has experience in the army, Karim knows very well that in the desert, two legs can't run on four legs anyway, and the number of those knights ensures their pursuit power, so Karim didn't plan to run too far from the beginning, as long as he finds a place to hide near the camp, he has a great chance of escaping the pursuit of those knights.

Karim turned out to be right, and in just one night, only Karim survived in the camp of nearly a thousand people, and the others either died in the initial charge or in the pursuit of those knights.

It also takes physical strength to hide under the sand for the night, so Karim is a little staggered and staggered when he walks now, and when he comes to that familiar corner, he sees the middle-aged man whose face has dried up, Karim knelt on the ground and raised his hands to the sky and swore: "Syria-France-you wait, I will definitely take revenge-"

Those knights are huge, they are well-armed, not to mention how difficult it is to find carbines for cavalry, the Persian horses ridden by those knights are even more miraculous, the entire Middle East, it is really not easy to find such a huge force, considering the conflict between Syrians and Iraqis over the oil fields, the identity of those knights is about to come out.

(To be continued.) )

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