Chapter Eighty-Six: The Alliance Has No Soldiers to Fight!

While Fisher was planning to introduce the wolf king into his encirclement, an order also crossed the ocean and reached the headquarters of the British army in Egypt.

Edmund Allenby, the British Field Marshal and the last administrator in Egypt, looked curiously at the secret order in his hand, which came from the War Office and had the Prime Minister's autograph.

"Ludendorff arrives in Ottoman?" The field marshal took a sip of Ceylon black tea from his teacup, picked up a soft scone and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering indistinctly.

Ludendorff, whose full name is Erich von Ludendorff, is currently the Quartermaster General of the Second German Reich, but he also has very strong military talents, he launched the Caporetto Offensive, commanded fifteen Austro-German divisions against fifty-five Italian divisions, annihilated the Italian army in the size of 300,000, forced Italy to almost withdraw from the war, and in the same year, he played a key role in the signing of the Peace of Brest-Litovsk, which cost the Russians dearly.

Now, he had come to the Ottomans with the aim of using Ottoman manpower and material resources to find a new source of fuel for Germany's unsustainable war machine.

What does this mean? The Field Marshal could have thought with his toes that this meant that Germany could not hold on, but it was a pity that Egypt did not broadcast, otherwise the Marshal would have to make a speech that the Alliance had no soldiers to fight.

In fact, not only Germany, but Britain and France are also enough, but there are vast colonial blood transfusions, plus countless third brothers and black millet have been pulled to fill the trenches, and the United States, which has been concentrating on the field and brushing the military line, has never participated in the regiment, so the Entente can still stand strong now, but this strength also has a price, and a whole generation of France has been praised by the Germans Maxim and heavy artillery.

"Cooperate with the American allies next to Ludendorff to find out the purpose of his arrival in the Ottomans, and it is best to assassinate Ludendorff!" After reading the message on the secret order, the field marshal sighed boredly.

"A Ludendorff is dead when he dies, and you have the ability to kill Wilhelm II!"

Although he was tempted to say this to his colleagues in the War Department, the marshal called his secretary anyway.

"Call the head of the Arab Bureau to come and see me!"

A chubby Mediterranean officer quickly rushed over, and if Fisher was there, he would definitely recognize it, it was this guy who sent him out.

"Your Excellency, Marshal!"

"Does the Arab Bureau have agents or operatives in the Syrian region?"

"Yes, there is a captain named Lawrence, and he is disturbing the Arabs in Syria!"

"Lawrence? That Lawrence of Arabia? The marshal glanced out the window, and in the courtyard of the headquarters stood a dozen Ottoman military band soldiers in British uniforms practicing God Save the Queen.

"Yes, this band is his captive!"

"Okay, immediately send a liaison officer, give him this order, and at the same time promote him to colonel, as well as these medals, send him over!" The marshal thought for a moment, and then took out a beautifully shaped Navy Model 1895 revolver from the cabinet.

"This is my personal reward for him! Do it now, send it to me as soon as possible! ”

"Yes, sir!"

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Unbeknownst to Fisher, he had been given a new mission, and at the moment he just wanted to kick the head of the Ottoman logistician.

"Keep firing, don't stop!"

The 77 anti-aircraft guns and the 75 field guns continued to burst into dazzling fire, and one shell after another was fired by these Arab soldiers who had hastily trained for several hours at the behemoth column a hundred meters away.

Flames and smoke filled the entire body, and it looked like it had been badly damaged, but that wasn't what Fisher saw through his binoculars.

Because there were no special army artillery armor-piercing shells in World War I, the main ammunition of these 77 anti-aircraft guns and 75 field guns was still high-explosive shells, and the only few semi-high-explosive armor-piercing shells had been consumed in the previous raids.

After these high-explosive shells hit the train's thick armor, they could only blow up tiny potholes in the thick steel plates, and if he wanted to destroy the armored train with these dozen or so captured guns, Fisher estimated that he would need ten times as many shells.

"Damn, you still have to rely on explosives!"

The plan went very well, and Fisher, who had the cipher and carrier pigeons, managed to concoct a dispatch order for the armored train to come to the fortress to support.

He then directed the Arabs to deploy a large number of explosives along the railway line, and also laid ambushes for machine gunners and artillery in houses on both sides of the railway.

When the rolling wolf king slowed down into the ambush circle, Zara detonated the explosives, dozens of kilograms of yellow explosives blew the rails and sleepers on the railway to pieces, and even the armored train was blown to the ground, and then, the situation was not right.

Neither the Louis light machine gun nor the Maxim, nor the 1.59-pounder infantry gun or the Ottoman 40's Bang Bang anti-aircraft gun could penetrate the Wolf King's exterior armor.

And the Ottoman army, which was shocked to the point of bleeding in the armored train, also used all the weapons at their disposal to counterattack after coming to their senses.

A roaring dragon erupted from the bottom of the armored train, burning more than a dozen Arab soldiers who had no time to dodge.

Then, the twin Maxim machine gun turrets on top of the second carriage of the train spewed flames, knocking down a platoon of Arab soldiers who had tried to set up explosives, while many of the remaining Ottoman contingent soldiers also crackled through the train's firing holes with long guns and short guns.

"Aim the shooting hole, aim the shooting hole!" Fisher was extremely glad that he still had a telekinesis and psychic power, and his blessed orders could accurately reach the ears of those Arab soldiers on the battlefield with the sound of gunfire, and the telekinesis barrier could also help him block those stray bullets, which was also the reason why the Arab soldiers did not retreat after the first attack, because they saw the commander with them.

"Death squad, keep going!" The roaring Maxim and Louis and even the Madsen machine gun kept firing at any place where the train was glowing, and the shooter carrying the infantry gun directly found a ruin and set up the cannon and began to shoot at the turrets that could still turn, not to blow up the turrets on the earth, but to destroy the transmission mechanism of the opponent.

Under the cover of fierce fire, squad after squad of Arab soldiers picked up explosives and rushed to the train.

A group fell, a group attacked, and round explosive canisters in barrels were sent to the bottom of the armored train.

When the Ottoman soldiers discovered the Arabs' intentions, they also made a decision that stunned everyone, they opened the troop carriage of the armored train and fought with the Arabs for control of the explosives.

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