After another full day on his camel, Fisher saw a gorge with rocky mountains where Ali's tribe migrated.

"The Chief is back!" Before he could get close to the canyon, a head wrapped in a yellow cloth suddenly appeared above the canyon, and he looked at Ali condescendingly, and then shouted at the canyon.

Soon there was a puff of smoke in the canyon, and then a dozen cavalry galloped out and met them.

"Father!"

One of the cavalrymen at the head got closer and closer, and Fisher realized that it was a woman with tattoos covering her face.

"Zara, this is my daughter, this is Mr. Fisher from Cairo!" Ali introduced with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Fisher, welcome to Syria!" The woman named Zara just nodded faintly, ignored Fisher, and drove her horse to Ali's side.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his daughter's pale, Ali asked.

"Yesterday the Elliface tribe went to attack that armed train, they lost all the tribal warriors, and then after dawn today, the Ottoman desert troops attacked the remaining women, children and old people!" A hint of anger flashed across Zara's face.

"Oh, may the departed rest in peace!" Ali was also a little sad when he heard it, he knew the chief of the Elipas tribe, and the two had a conflict over the well before, but the other party was also a man, so he didn't expect to fall under the guns of the Ottomans.

"We must act, father, destroy the wolf king, the Ottoman war machine will kill us sooner or later!"

"I know, but just with us people, just hitting the stone with an egg, you will be beaten into a sieve by the Ottoman contingent before you even get close to that armored train!" Ali sighed, "We don't have to count on it, now it's up to Prince Faisal's army to see if it has this strength!" ”

"But father!"

"Well, don't say any more, Zara, Mr. Fisher and I are tired from a day's journey, go and get them to prepare some food!" Ali grimaced, drove away his daughter, and then looked at Fisher, "I'm sorry, but the current situation makes it necessary for men, women, and children to go into battle together!" ”

"I understand!" Fisher nodded, the European battlefield will be similar, the ignorant Hei Shu and the three brothers were dragged to Europe by the British and French boats to brush the heads of the Germans, and they don't have to pay a pension, they are better than the Arabs I don't know where they went!

And Fisher also looked at these tribal warriors of Ali, they all looked quite thin, and the weapons they carried were also varied, from Ross rifles to Mauser, and even one with a Winchester 1895 rifle, God knows how this kind of guy who was specially produced for Maozi came to the Middle East.

Riding a camel into the depths of the canyon with small steps, Fisher realized that there was a hole in the sky, a small stream flowing from the crevice below the rocky mountain, and then through the tents and herds, into the ground, and the tents went deep into the canyon, and on both sides of the cliff overhead there were a man-made path, and at the moment there were several sentries standing on it.

The arrival of Ali alarmed the people in the tent, and all men, women, and children came out of the tent to say hello, and from time to time Ali took out some rough candy cubes he had bought from the city and distributed them to the noisy children.

Ali's tent is in the innermost part of the canyon, which is the best location, the wind can't blow in, and the sun won't be too hot, at this moment several servants outside the tent are busy cooking the barbecue on the bonfire, and Ali's wife and daughter are standing outside the tent waiting for a few people to arrive.

"Let's go and wash well, I know you British people have the habit of bathing, and we have it too, come out to eat after washing, and we'll talk about how to cooperate tomorrow!" Ali waved his hand and pointed to a smaller double-decker tent on the side of his tent, which, if nothing else, was where Fisher had lived during this time!

"Good!" Fisher didn't say much, and walked into the tent with his suitcase, the inside of the tent was not big, there was only a small table, and the yellow sand on the ground was very soft, so he laid another layer of felt, and it was a little soft when he stepped on it, and his bed was in the small suite inside, which could not be considered a bed, but a blanket covered with four or five layers of blankets, and a kerosene lamp hung next to it, and a large wooden barrel filled with water, which was emitting heat at the moment.

"I'll start being a guerrilla tomorrow!" Dividing his clothes off his clothes, Fisher slipped into the bucket and muttered to himself in a pleasant manner.

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Since he came to help the Arabs defeat the Ottomans, it was naturally impossible for Fisher to come and sleep and eat, and he got up before dawn the next day, and then found Ali, who was drinking milk tea, and proposed to check their tribe's weapons and equipment first!

"Armament?" Ali nodded, and then took Fisher to their improvised arsenal himself.

"No, these are our equipment!"

Fisher nodded, looked at the less than a hundred guns of various models in front of him, and sat directly on the ground to check the situation.

Seeing Fisher extremely skillfully disassemble these rifles one by one, and then calibrate the posture, Ali was really a little embarrassed, he thought at first that Fisher was here to provide some kind of information, but it turned out that the other party didn't seem to be a showman.

After spending more than an hour and checking all the weapons, Fisher casually wiped the stains on Ali's robe, and then said: "There are more than a dozen Mauser firing pins that are broken, the sights of the Louis machine gun are also broken, and your ammunition is also very messy, point 303 and 7.92 mixed clothing, are you sure the fight can start?" ”

"Ah, this!" Ali blushed suddenly.

"Alas!" Fisher could only sigh when he saw the other party's appearance, the so-called short one is tall among the tall, Ali's tribe can at least store the spare weapons together, and it is already good to have a sign prohibiting fireworks.

Grabbing a reasonably functional martini rifle and a 10mm martini bullet, Fisher took the lead and walked out.

"Mr. Fisher, where are you going?"

"Go and see how good your tribal warriors are, and besides, in a crowded place, call me Lawrence!" Fisher raised his rifle and slung it over his shoulder, the sun shone on him, and the shadow completely covered Ali, coupled with the backlight, Ali vaguely saw a layer of golden light on him.

"Why is it called Lawrence?"

"Because from now on, I will be Lawrence of Arabia!"