The night was dark, and the Ottoman soldiers, who had been busy all day, fell asleep, only a few sentries dutifully guarded their posts, but they were only done for a while, and it was not long before the snoring sounded from the sentry posts.

"Bumper Bumper ............" Just as everyone was sleeping, a burst of gunfire came from the hillside diagonally opposite the camp, crackling through the camp.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" The Heavy who was stumbling on the sandbag didn't even have time to straighten his helmet, grabbed the machine gun and suddenly hit the place he didn't know.

The roaring Makqin whipped up puffs of smoke in the desert, brass shells clanged to the ground, and a long 250-round canvas chain was empty before the machine gunner stopped.

"Do you see where the enemy is?" The officer with his pants slammed open the door of the room and shouted upstairs.

"No, but it looks like it's on the opposite hillside!"

"And now?"

"They ran away!"

The officer hid in the bunker with a telescope and looked at it for a while, and after confirming that the guerrillas who had come to shoot the black guns had disappeared, he got up in annoyance and prepared to go back to sleep.

"Keep on guard, rest of you, go back and rest! I have to patrol tomorrow! ”

An hour later, when the Heavy fell asleep again, the guns rang out again, this time with more intense fire, and one Heavy was wounded by a stray bullet.

"Ah, I've been shot, medics, get here, get here, get here!" Amid the wails of the machine gunners, the Ottoman troops, enraged by the fact that their dreams had been interrupted again, rushed out of the dormitory with their long guns and short cannons, and began to fire freely into the distance, and the crackling guns were as lively as the New Year.

After firing thousands of rounds in one go, the Arabs who fired disappeared immediately, and this time the officers had a heart, this time they did not sleep for the first time, and waited for the Arabs to come to the door.

But an hour had passed, two hours had passed, and it was almost five o'clock, and the officer thought that the Arabs would not come again, and he was ready to go back and sleep a little longer, for after all, at about eight o'clock there would be a column of troops to come and fill up the water.

However, to the officer's unbearable endeavor, within ten minutes of his sleep, another crackling cold gun came at him, and the sentry also reported that there seemed to be a small force of cavalry in the distance.

"Ahh The officer, who couldn't bear it for a moment, rolled over and got up, and then with a wave of his hand, everyone got into the car, and we went in pursuit!

Two Austro-Hungarian KFT reconnaissance vehicles (I don't know which one is the prototype of a small field car, but the shape is more like KFT, if any of you know you can tell me) carried sixteen Ottoman soldiers out of the camp and pounced on the Arab cavalry in the distance, and when the Arab cavalry saw the car coming, they immediately scattered and fled.

"Run? Chase me, Lao Tzu can't sleep well, don't want to live! The hateful officer did not expect at all that in fact the cavalry he was pursuing was only a few people, and the reason why he was mistaken for a large number of them was because these cavalrymen dragged a lot of branches behind their horses, and the smoke and dust raised by the night light did not make the Ottomans find the clues.

After chasing out for more than ten kilometers in one go, seeing that the Arabs were running faster than rabbits, the officer was discouraged and ordered the driver to return to the camp.

However, when they returned to the camp, they did not notice that the Ottoman soldiers standing next to the two MG08 Maxim machine guns had changed.

"Damn, these guerrillas, sooner or later I'm going to hang them up and strangle them!" The swearing Ottoman officer pushed open the door to his room, only to find an unknown Westerner sitting in his seat eating his own stored canned beef.

"Who are you?" The officer immediately pulled out his pistol and asked loudly.

"Me? I'm just here to borrow something from you! Fisher dropped the empty canning box, burped in satisfaction, wiped his hands, and looked at the other with a smile.

"Borrow what?"

"Borrow your arms!" Fisher pointed behind the officer, and Zara, who was hiding behind the door, stepped forward with a pistol in hand.

"Put the gun down!"

"Just you, are you too bold?" The officer looked at Zara, who had snatched her pistol, and her mouth was still threatening, "There are dozens of our people outside!" ”

"yes, why don't we go out and have a look?" Fisher got up and walked out the door.

"This, how is it possible!" The officer who followed him went out to see that his men had been disarmed and were obediently tied up into rice dumplings by a group of Arabs.

"You guys, so despicable!" The officer who suddenly realized that why the other party kept harassing him was a routine.

"How despicable is this? We slipped through the sand dunes behind in the open, and you were the ones who watched ahead! Fisher smiled and put on his military cap, then motioned for his men to put on the rope.

"The Empire won't let you go!" Ottoman officer

"No problem, I'll wait here!"

After throwing all the captives on horseback, Fisher commanded the Arabs with great skill to scavenge for the spoils of war.

Weapons, ammunition, food and fuel were the priority, two MG08 Maxim machine guns and 30 Mauser rifles, as well as the commander's Ruger P08 and saber (unfortunately not the artillery Ruger), which were swallowed by Fisher alone, as for the other bullets and grenades, there were even more, and the two reconnaissance vehicles were directly stuffed to the brim, followed by the Ottoman quilts, furniture, tools, and even Fisher commanded the soldiers to cut the wooden beds into sections, intending to transport them back to burn the fire.

In short, after being swept away, the water supply station had nothing but the house still standing.

"Is that really good?" Zara was puzzled by Fisher's approach.

"You're still a pattern!" Fisher took a sip of the mellow tea soup, and then Dun Dun instructed, "This is the desert, the Ottomans need to bring in all the items from the outside, and if we move the ammunition and food, then they only need to bring in the food and ammunition again to continue to use this stronghold, but if we move everything, they have to bring in all of this in order to use this place!" ”

"Oh, I seem to get it!" Zara felt as if she had learned something, but she couldn't describe it.

"War is to attack the opponent by unscrupulous means, and you still have to learn a lot!" Fisher tied Ruger to his waist along with the holster, then picked up a piece of coke and wrote the words Lawrence of Arabia on the outer wall of the house, then clapped his hands and jumped into the reconnaissance car, and now the sun has just risen, and he can go home and sleep!