Although Ali nominally has more than 300 guns (referring to combatants), excluding a bunch of grazing patrols and guards, there are currently less than 150 people in the entire tribe, and what is even more disturbing is that Ali has not yet organized these people, and the war is a swarm of hula rushing upwards, and there is no tactic at all.

However, to Fisher's surprise, there are four or five soldiers in this tribe with good marksmanship, although they are not as good as him hitting stones at 600 meters, but these soldiers can also be called accurate marksmen, and even Ali's daughter is also a good marksman, and it seems that she has also shot from a small to a big one.

"The establishment is chaotic, the combat effectiveness is uneven, and the training is not perfect!" Looking at the crooked formation of the tribal warriors, Fisher could only continue to take out his notebook to write and draw (he didn't take the data board because there were too many people)

Seeing Fisher's expressionless face, many tribal warriors were a little unhappy, they were dozing off in the morning, you called people up to shoot and practice martial arts, and after finishing the matter, you didn't praise a few words about the young man's good martial arts, just writing and painting there, didn't take us in your eyes at all!

"Mr. Lawrence, I heard that you are a famous British sharpshooter, can you give us a show?" A tribal warrior and the people around him chattered for a while, then shouted loudly.

"Yes! What would you like to see? "Fisher's heart was overjoyed, God assisted, and was about to tell these fellows what a real guerrilla is, and you jumped out.

"You can do anything!"

"Okay!"

Fisher looked up at the sun, the sun had risen high, and the shooting conditions were much better than just now, in order to prevent the other party from being dissatisfied again, Fisher chose to shoot against the light.

"400 meters, I'm not special, you just used Mauser, I also use Mauser!"

After confirming that the target had been erected, Fisher loaded his bolt and fired one shot to confirm the trajectory, then calibrated the weapon according to the data of the first shot, and fired four shots in succession, and then the wooden target four hundred meters away had a standard diamond-shaped notch.

After a thunderous applause, one person retreated!

"I want to try my hand at Mr. Lawrence!" Another one who is not afraid of death stood up.

A minute later, the unlucky guy who was slapped in his throat by Fisher and couldn't breathe was dragged aside to rest.

"Anything else?"

Then Fisher showed off his horseback riding skills to the other party, joking, what do rich people do to build such a big horse farm, the nation on your horseback is amazing, and I have been riding horses since I was a child.

In short, after showing off their muscles, the gaze of these warriors of Ali at Fisher also changed, and even Ali's daughter was excited, of course, not because she was attracted by Fisher's handsomeness, but because she thought that Fisher could help her go to blow up the train together!

"Bomb the train? It's not even close! Fisher shook his head knowing the other party's intentions, he had just asked carefully, these guys were a group of gun-wielding mobs, and they were far from soldiers!

"They're not ready, Zara, fighting is not a clash of clans, you are responsible for the death of every one of your compatriots!" Fisher pulled out his pen and notebook and began to write about his plan for the reorganization of Ali's armed men.

Fisher streamlined the combat staff, and finally selected less than fifty tribal warriors between the ages of 20 and 30 who knew a little bit of braille, could write their names, and divided them into two teams, and Fisher announced that the Bedouin Desert Guerrillas were officially formed!

Since the army is formed, then it is necessary to find a sacrifice flag, but because the guerrillas are really low in combat effectiveness, Fisher thinks that this task should be done by himself.

"Zara, which is the closest Ottoman stronghold to us?"

"It's a train water supply station 50 kilometers away, and there are about thirty Ottoman soldiers, who have armed off-road vehicles and Maxim machine guns, and they belong to the Ottoman Desert Task Force!" Zara was a little puzzled, but still introduced Fisher.

"Okay, inform everyone in the guerrillas, bring two days of dry food after lunch, and let's go to the end of the artillery tower!"

“？？？”

Ali was also confused, didn't he inspect his troops, how did it become a terminal artillery tower, this Mr. Fisher is too resolute!

"I don't have much time to train on behalf of you, but it's no problem to teach these people a few tricks to you!"

"Then, Zara, you follow along, study hard with Mr. Fisher, and don't think about blowing up trains all day!"

"Father! The armed train ...... "Zara was about to say something, but was stopped by Fisher.

"There will be opportunities in the future, now, let's learn how to use your advantages first!"

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The desert has never been the home of the Ottomans, in fact, even after they go deep into the desert, they only build camps around the water source and the railway line, and then use this as a base to clean up the nearby Arab tribes, and the Arabs also rely on the cover of the desert, day and night, to attack the Ottoman logistics line, of course, limited to pinching soft persimmons, and in the eyes of the Arabs who lack heavy firepower, this water supply station with two Makqin is certainly not a soft persimmon.

If Fisher were to serve this water supply station alone, he would take out the high-explosive bazooka he had placed in subspace and send all the guys at the water supply station to the sky, but he also brought fifty nervous and dazed followers with a nervous and dazed face, it was better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish, but he was not worried that these soldiers would be able to teach him all the things he could teach, first of all, the literacy rate was a big problem!

The group of guns on their shoulders and horses tied their hooves all the way to the sand dunes diagonally opposite the water supply station in the evening.

Fisher carefully poked his head out of the dunes with a telescope and observed his target.

The water supply station was small, with only four or five earthen houses, through which a railway passed, and in the center of the camp was a cotton-covered man-made pump, while two Maxim machine guns were located on the roofs of the two largest barracks, and the firing range was open to control the camp on all sides.

"Are we going to attack?" Zara, also dressed in khaki yellow, poked her head out and looked at the camp.

"No, Zara, this is the first combat class of the day, and I will tell you that a qualified hunter will never be in a hurry!" Fisher looked at his watch.

"Let's eat something first, remember not to make any noise, and calm the horses too!"

"But aren't we here to fight the Ottomans?"

"Yes, but it's not time yet!" Fischer pointed to the sun setting to the west, "We attack in the early hours of the morning, when the Ottomans are at their sleepies!" ”

"Also, if you want to get the wolf king you said, then take everything I say to heart from now on!"