After a whole day in the desert, it was not until the moon hung high above the night sky that Ali called out to the camel.

"Let's rest here tonight!" Removing the blanket and felt cloth from the camel's back, Ali pointed to a leeward hillside.

"Okay!" Fisher didn't mind, ripped off his robes, revealing the tropical military uniform underneath, and then sat on the felt cloth and watched Ali pack up the bed.

"You're interested in this?" Boredom, Fisher pulled out a Smith revolver from the box, and when he kept flicking the nest, he found Ali looking at him intently...... A gun in your hand.

"Right...... Hey! Ali laughed embarrassedly at the moment like a child who loves toys.

"Here you go!" Since the other party liked it, Fisher directly handed the gun to the other party, and then picked up the dairy product that Ali had just poured out from the ground and ate it in small bites.

"How embarrassing this is!" Despite this, Ali hurriedly stuffed the gun into his belt, then took out a few pieces of dry food from the other bag, soaked them in milk and kneaded them.

"Try this, it's a mixture of yogurt and date palm, my daughter's handmade yogurt!"

Looking at the same food as noodles of different thicknesses, Fisher tasted it tentatively and found that it tasted good, the only problem was that it was the same as the cheese just now, it had a relatively large smell.

"I'm sorry for the poor conditions!" After a few hasty bites, Ali began to play with the revolver again, and Fisher was more interested in the Martini Henry rifle he had on the camel's back.

It was a 0.402-inch Martini MK4 rifle, which was the final revision of the Martini series, but unfortunately not long after it came out, Britain changed to a 303 magazine-type Lee-Metford rifle, and the Martini Henry rifle that was originally in the British army was sold to these parts of the Middle East.

Casually wiping the saliva on his hands on his pants, Fisher got up, took the Martini from the camel that was already kneeling on the ground, and looked over and over again, this gun The old man of his family has a gold-plated one, and when he has nothing to do, he takes this thing with his bodyguard and a few old men of the same age to hunt in the forest of Montana, so Fisher is no stranger.

"You're going to fight the Turks with this?" Fisher thought to himself that this could be a ghost, at this time it was already 1917, the European war was in full swing, the Turkish infantry was basically full of Mauser 1903 rifles, or Mauser 1887, and the Ottoman version of Mauser using 9x30R ammunition, these rifles are all bolt rifles with five magazines without exception, and Martini, a single-shot rifle with one shot on the other, the firepower ratio of the two sides is not a level.

"That's pretty good, my tribe and the prince's army are at least equipped with rifles, as well as machine guns from the British army, and many tribal warriors only have scimitars and bows and arrows, but we won't give up the opportunity to fight those Ottomans!"

Fisher then chatted with Ali about the battle between the Arab guerrillas and the Ottoman Turkish army, and although Ali was enthusiastic, Fisher heard the true meaning.

The Arabs had a great advantage, the Arabs went up, the Arabs were defeated, Fisher was no better than Lawrence himself in the Arab Bureau, he was an Arab, and Fisher could only understand the land through Ali's description, who could be his help, and who was the enemy.

The Ottoman Turks and the Arabs have a long-standing grudge, since oil has gradually become the liquid gold in the eyes of the people, the land of the Middle East has no peace, the British, the French, the Germans, the Turks, they all want the liquid gold under this land, and the ignorant Arabs may not know much about the days ahead, but they understand that they have an inexhaustible treasure trove, so they are more inclined to sit on the ground and raise prices.

After the two chatted about the situation and the situation of the war, Ali introduced his tribe, their tribe is located in the central region of Syria, the tribe has about 2,000 people, with more than 300 completely off-the-job tribal warriors, they usually herd camels for a living, of course, there are horses, originally their tribe obediently lived in their own territory, as a result, the Ottoman railway was built to their doorstep, under the threat of machine guns and howitzers, Ali's people could only abandon their ancestral land and run away.

"Alas, times have changed, the off-road vehicles of the Turkish army with machine guns and infantry run faster than us, and our horses still need to rest, cars only need to be refueled, and trains, the Ottomans transport their troops by rail, war machines, step by step encroaching on our land!" At this, Ali was speechless, and Fisher yawned in boredom.

"That's it, you go to sleep first, I'll keep watch for half the night!" Looking at his watch, Fisher, who found that it was close to two o'clock in the morning, hurriedly interrupted Ali's narration that he had to hurry tomorrow!

In the middle of the night, Fisher, who felt a little tired, woke up Ali, pulled out the blanket himself, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, Fisher, who was in a daze, suddenly heard a dull sound of gunfire, subconsciously turned over, and when he grabbed the pistol to the side, he grabbed an empty Fisher and remembered that he had given the revolver to Ali.

"Ali, what's going on?" Fisher got up and found that Ali had somehow climbed up the hill and looked into the distance.

"They are attacking the Ottomans' railways!" Ali pointed to the white light that exploded on the horizon in the distance, "That's an armed Ottoman train firing!" ”

"Armored trains?" Fisher pulled out his binoculars, but they were so far away that even the giant's high-powered white-light telescopes could not see anything, only to see bursts of light and hear the dull sound of gunfire and cannons.

And Fisher could hear that the gunfire was gradually subsiding, and it seemed that this bedouin guerrilla force had been wiped out by the fire of the armored train.

"Well, that's why we need your help, Mr. Fisher!"

"I'm here to help you!" Fisher closed the telescope, then took out his data board and wrote down notes on the priority of solving armored trains.

"It's still early, Mr. Fisher, and we can sleep a little longer, we have a whole day to go tomorrow!" Ali held his rifle in his arms, then sat down leaning on his camel, "I'll continue the vigil!" I'll call you tomorrow morning! ”