The Wolf King, the Ottomans' honorific name for their most powerful war beast, was covered in cast-iron armored carriages, with rotating turrets carrying 75 field guns and 105 howitzers, in addition to countless Maxim machine guns and flamethrowers, a column of spiky heavily armored monsters that could travel through the desert at speeds of up to thirty kilometers per hour, which was already the top class of coal-fired locomotives of the period.

In addition to their powerful firepower, the armored train also carried dozens of well-armed Ottoman contingent soldiers, including flamethrowers, light machine guns, shotguns, and grenade launchers, and these veterans of a hundred battles rode reconnaissance vehicles to hunt down the remnants of the enemy while fighting the Wolf King.

In addition to his own force, the wolf king also has a small partner, a 170 railway cannon from Germany codenamed Samuel, the death storm created by this cannon can tear apart people and bunkers within a radius of tens of meters, relying on this kind of heavy firepower with far and near, it can be said that unless the British are willing to pull over the battleship to bombard, the Arabs have no way to solve it.

"Have you figured out what to do with that train?" After leaving the tent, the British officer from the Egyptian side caught up, and his concern was not that Fisher was bragging, but that Fisher was pulling Prince Faisal's men to send them in waves, so that the British would have to face the Ottomans on their own.

"Sure, but maybe I need a little help!" Fisher pulled the British lieutenant colonel, "I need light machine guns, shells, and shells for 75 field guns!" ”

"Why should I help you?"

"Because I die, you have nothing to lose, but if you succeed, there will be one more sentence in the battle report under the wise command of a certain British lieutenant colonel! How's that for a sure-fire business? ”

The lieutenant colonel's throat squirmed a few times, and then nodded, "Yes, I will give you whatever you need, I just hope you can understand that the direction of the war is not something that you can decide the victory of the war by destroying a few hundred Ottoman soldiers!" ”

"But at least it can speed up the course of the war!" Fisher shoved a handful of captured Ruger into the other party.

"Be careful!"

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Since he was going to find trouble with the wolf king, Fisher had done a lot of homework early on, and in the previous month's attack, his targets were to pick the key points of the wolf king's patrol route, and more than a dozen sorties captured hundreds of prisoners of war, many of whom were officers and non-commissioned officers, and Fisher gave them two choices, either stay in the desert bare-bottomed for three days, or say everything he knew and go to the prisoner of war camp.

Between life and death, the Ottoman officers made their own choice.

Through the information gathered, Fisher discovered the weakness of the wolf king, this armored train does not have a radio!

The importance of the radio is self-evident in later generations, but it is still the First World War period, and the radio technology is far less advanced and reliable than that of later generations, so the action of this wolf king is mobilized through the flying pigeon, and each time the wolf king is mobilized, three carrier pigeons are required to transmit three confirmation passwords, and the three commanders are in different strongholds to prevent the possibility of being killed by a pot, and most importantly, the communication information is a password, that is, Fisher They need a codebook!

"Where's the codebook? How do we do it? Zara, who has always been interested in bombing the train, is excited at the moment and can't wait to carry the explosives bag directly.

"Task force, there must be a task force for the Ottomans to clear out the guerrillas!" Fisher put down his pen and looked at Ali, who was eating melons on the side.

"What's wrong?" Ali looked at Fisher in confusion, he didn't know anything about military affairs, and he wanted to be lazy to sleep, but he was pulled over by Zara and asked him to learn something.

"You must have a lot of tribal friends!"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Help me inquire about the whereabouts of the Ottoman contingent, the captured supplies are at your disposal, I just want the results!"

"Okay, no problem!" Ali nodded, he didn't understand the war, but inquiring about the news was his forte, otherwise he wouldn't be responsible for receiving Fisher, as for the cost, those Mauser rifles captured by Fisher were enough to send other Arab tribes!

More than a hundred rifles were scattered, and soon there was a reward, and a survivor of an Arab tribe who had just been wiped out came directly to the door, saying that he did not want to be paid, but only needed to follow Fisher to take revenge!

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Sinai Desert

Eight o'clock in the morning

An Ottoman contingent had just finished clearing the guerrillas, and the Ottoman soldiers, who had been fighting for days, were sleeping peacefully in their carriages, and they were about to return to the base for a few days of rest, so they were so vigilant that they were completely unaware that there was a missing section of the bend in the tracks in front of the train.

With a shocking bang, the speeding troop train unexpectedly rushed off the tracks, the buckles connecting the carriages were torn apart, and the sections of carriages were like plough rakes, opening deep trenches in the desert.

"Bang!" Before an Ottoman soldier who struggled to climb out of the carriage could get up, there was a bloody hole in his chest, and his earthy yellow uniform was quickly stained red.

Then there was the big ensemble of all kinds of machine guns and rifles, Lee Enfield, Ross, Martini Henry, Manlisa rifles, and Mauser and 95, hundreds of Bedouin guerrilla soldiers who had long been ambushed again raised their weapons, tilted their fire wildly towards those carriages, opened their guns and reloaded, and they were here to get the code book this time, so they couldn't leave any living mouth and evidence!

The gunfire continued for a full ten minutes, until the wooden carriage was too broken to break, and Fisher ordered a ceasefire.

"Keep your eyes open, don't leave a living mouth, carefully inspect the battlefield, all the bodies of the fallen soldiers are placed here, and you are not allowed to touch the belongings of the dead! Weapons and ammunition are stacked neatly, and the captains of each team always pay attention to the number of their teammates! While shouting to the new partisans, Fisher casually pulled open a broken carriage.

Weapons, ammunition, and some medical supplies, that's all there is in the wagon, unlike the European battlefields that have been fought by all means, the Middle East theater is far less brutal than Europe, at least these Ottoman contingents don't have boxes of gas bombs and incendiary bombs.

After a careful search of all the carriages, Fisher found what he wanted in the officer's compartment close to the convoy, a small notebook in a sealed tin box, which was the code book of the Ottoman army, with this, Fisher could carry out the next step!

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