"Woo~" With the melodious whistle, an ocean-going freighter emitting billowing black smoke slowly leaned towards the shore, and the sailor with a white turban and bare shoulders shouted and dropped the cable.

"Sir, here we are!" A bearded Arab crew member wearing a white bib walked up the iron staircase, then turned to the cabin and knocked on a door on the fourth floor of Class A.

"Got it!" There was a muffled answer from the door, followed by a murmuring sound, the door opened, and a tall man in a white Arabic robe, tightly wrapped around his head, walked out of the room with a suitcase.

"May Allah bless you!" The Arab crew nodded at the man.

"Bless you too!" The man looked uncomfortable with this greeting, but he nodded reluctantly, and then walked down the stairs and down the trestle to the shore.

"What the hell did I do?" Looking at the Arabs who led camels to and fro, and the Ottoman Turkish soldiers who patrolled back and forth with Mauser 1888 on their backs, and shouted at street vendors, the man felt a sense of time and space.

"Hey, you, what are you doing?" Perhaps sensing the anomaly of the man who arrived, two Ottoman Turkish soldiers walked towards the man.

"I ............" The man's head suddenly grew when he heard the other man's muttering Arabic, and he could only pretend not to hear clearly, waving his hand, and by the way, he put his hand into the pocket of his robe, which contained a loaded pistol.

"Take your mask off! Fast! Two Turkish soldiers were alert, one unloaded his rifle, and then slowly approached.

Seeing that a clash was inevitable, a man in a gray robe led a camel suddenly approached and stood between the two sides.

"Sir, this is my distant cousin, who studied in Germany, and this time he has come back to help me take over the family business! Excuse me! The gray-robed man smiled and took out a stack of golden Reichsmarks from his pocket and stuffed them into the soldiers.

"Cousin, Germany, do you speak German?" After collecting the money, the soldier put away his rifle, but still asked suspiciously.

"The big ass is cracked Nima and died, I'm coming to Hebei Province!" The man blurted out.

Hearing such standard German, the two Turkish soldiers were relieved.

"Then you guys go quickly, don't linger at the docks, we have received a tip-off, there may be British spies sneaking in recently!"

"Yes, yes, we'll leave right away!" The gray-robed man nodded and watched the soldier leave, then looked at the man and said in English, "Welcome to Turkey, Mr. Lawrence!" ”

"Uh, I'm not Lawrence......" The man was about to explain, but was motioned to stop.

"This is not the place to talk, come with me, we have a long way to go!" The gray-robed man gestured to the kneeling camel beside him.

"Okay!" The man nodded, then straddled the camel, and the gray-robed man also rode on the first camel, and the two slowly walked out of the port city with the camel bell ringing.

"Now you can put down your headscarf! Mr. Lawrence! After leaving the city and entering the desert, the gray-robed man took a water bladder from the camel under his crotch, poured it into his mouth, and threw it to the man behind him.

"Thanks, but I'm not Lawrence, you can call me Fisher!" The man took off his turban, it was Boss Fei, he explained to the man, and then picked up the water bladder and poured it.

"Hmm, mare's milk?"

"Yes, the best Bedouin mare's milk!" The gray-robed man turned his head and looked at Fisher, "It doesn't matter what your name is Lawrence or Fisher, you're here to help us anyway, right?" ”

"That's right!" Fisher poured another sip of mare's milk, then wiped his mouth and threw the bladder back to the gray-robed man.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found himself in a military camp in Egypt, with a flag flying above the camp, and four or five Austin armored vehicles that he had only seen in museums parked, and most of the soldiers in the camp were equipped with Lee Enfield MK1 bolt-action rifles.

"World War I?" Fisher, who was still confused, did not wait for him to figure out the situation, and was put on the car bound for the port by the orderly who pushed the door in.

And it wasn't until he got on the boat that Fisher figured out that he seemed to have replaced a celebrity known as the-stirring stick of the Middle East, Lawrence known as the Lawrence of Arabia.

Speaking from the heart, Fisher's evaluation of this is quite high, because he has been disturbing the Middle East for decades alone, and he has no ability to change other people, but if he is asked to do things according to Lawrence's method, then I'm sorry, what I'm best at Fisher is to say no to them, especially those Brits!

"As the war becomes more and more intense, our people's lives are becoming more and more difficult!" The gray-robed man's words interrupted Fisher's memories.

"Servitude, taxes, our oases have been taken away, camels and horses have been requisitioned, young men have been drawn into the army, leaving only children and women to be fed, I hope your arrival will help us change this, Mr. Fisher!"

"That's what I'm for, I haven't asked your Excellency for your name!" Fisher looked at the sun overhead, then silently pulled out a bottle of sunscreen from his subspace storage bin.

"Just call me Ali, I am Prince Faisal's liaison and a small chieftain, my tribe has more than three hundred guns, led by my daughter, and they are all warriors against the Ottoman Turks!" The gray-robed man named Ali was very talkative, and he talked to Fisher about his tribe and the nearby Ottoman garrison.

"Oh, so how long will it take us to get to that prince's territory?"

"That's going to take a week, but for now we'll have to stay in my tribe for a while, because there are quite a few chiefs who have a negative opinion of your arrival, so the prince hasn't thought about meeting you yet!"

"I understand!" Fisher smiled, didn't he just need to hand over a letter of submission, just hand it over, although he didn't know what he could do with the timeline of the First World War, but if he came, he would be safe, and it would be a big deal to turn the situation upside down!

But at this moment, Fisher also felt the disadvantages of inconvenient transportation, the speed of camels in the desert is quite fast, they only advance less than sixty kilometers a day, and the route also has strict requirements, every time they stop to rest, there will be some wells hidden by woodblocks and sand next to them, these are the secret supply points that the old elders know, and they are important secrets of the Bedouins!

And Fisher gradually figured out what world he had come to!