Prince Faisal, who is just 40 years old this year, has a huge tribe of tens of thousands of people, and dozens of tribes under his command. He is also a thorn in the eye of the Ottomans, because he also commands the largest Arab rebel army at present.

"Remember, try to be respectful. There are some of your British officers around the prince, but they all come to eat, drink and have fun. They are not as powerful as you!" Ali rode a camel and kept telling Fisher what to pay attention to.

"The Prince now wants to win Damascus, but the Ottoman wolf king is like a natural moat for us. No matter how many cavalry and infantry we have, we are vulnerable in front of the wolf king!"

"What about your artillery? Didn't the British government sell you some artillery?"

"It's no use. The wolf king's artillery has a longer range, and the Ottomans have an air force!" Speaking of this, Ali's eyes were filled with longing, "those stable planes come and go like falcons. They drop bombs and easily kill those artillery!"

"Plane!" Fisher felt the stubble on his chin. During this period, the best aircraft that Ottoman could equip was the Fokker DR1 triplane. However, Fisher estimated that relying on Ottoman's financial resources, the number of triplanes might be very small. On the contrary, Fokker e, which had been eliminated in the European war, was very likely.

"But Prince Faisal should like these gifts you sent. We really need a victory because he has been passive. In fact, the prince is not very satisfied. The vassal tribes also have their ideas!"

"Don't worry, I'm here to worry about your prince!"

"Heart disease? How are you going? "

"Don't you just take Damascus?"

"But there are tens of thousands of Ottoman defenders in Damascus. They have artillery, armored trains and planes!"

"Then let's just grab these things?"

"You're kidding!" Ali didn't think it was the previous victory that made Fisher fly.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Fisher waved his hand, then shook the pole in his hand and drove the camel all the way.

Looking at Fisher's back, Ali suddenly felt that maybe Fisher could really do it?

They galloped all the way with their entourage and arrived at Prince Faisal's territory less than 60 kilometers from Damascus in only two days.

"What's that?" Ali, who was waiting for the contact to appear, pointed to a small black spot shuttling through the canyon.

"That's a Fogg fighter!" Fisher jumped off the camel almost instantaneously, then dragged Ali down and ran to the foot of the mountain.

"Come on, give me the machine gun!" Fisher, who had taken Lewis's machine gun, opened his tripod and put the machine gun on the camel's back. He was ready to give him a shuttle when the Fogg fighter came, but the Fogg e didn't come, but he lost his head over the canyon.

"What happened?"

"That's Prince Faisal's camp!" Ali woke up as if from a dream, turned over and rode on the camel and hurried over.

When Fisher followed, he saw that several Falk e fighters were raging over a huge military camp. Although he could only lick the ground with a bomb thrown by macchin and the driver, it was enough to deal with the chaotic Arabs. The military camp of tens of thousands of people was bombed, and the frightened camels and horses fled everywhere, The disoriented Arab soldiers were also looking for shelter everywhere, and in the crowd, a warrior riding a war horse, wearing a white scarf and waving a gem machete was shouting abuse after the plane.

"Alas!" Fisher could only kick Ali in the bend of his leg and make him kneel. Then Ali grabbed the tripod of the machine gun and pulled the trigger on the nearest Fogg E.

The shrapnel at the top of the roaring Lewis machine gun turned, and a. 303 brass cartridge case clanked at Fisher's feet. Because there was no tracer bullet guidance, Fisher could only try to roughly adjust the trajectory. After a 47 round bullet disk was fired, a piece was suddenly missing from the left wing of the Fogg E.

"Hit!" Ali fanned his gun and said excitedly.

"It didn't come down again!"

Fisher left Louis, took a Lynfield from the camel's back and continued to shoot.

Maybe the bomb was dropped, or maybe Fisher was startled. The Fawke fighters shook their wings and flew away quickly.

"Come on, let's go and see the prince!" After the plane left, the riots under the camp gradually subsided. Fisher stuffed the loaded rifle back into the camel's back, followed Ali and trotted all the way to Prince Faisal's camp.

"We must retreat!"

Fisher heard a very strong British accent before he opened the curtain of his tent.

"We have no air superiority or firepower superiority. We must retreat to Egypt, join the ANZ there, and then attack Damascus!"

"But I can't leave my people alone!" Another voice retorted.

"If your highness chooses to go his own way, the British Empire will not continue to provide support!" The British accent threatened again.

"Can you give me some time to think?"

"Retreat? You can take Damascus in three days. Why retreat? " Fisher lifted the curtain of the door and went into the tent. He looked at the people sitting inside.

"Three days, your name is Lawrence, isn't it? Why, the officers from the Arab bureau are bragging kings?" A British Lieutenant Colonel in a straight military uniform stood up and refuted.

"The Egyptian front army is a group of cowards? On the European battlefield, soldiers dare to face German markchin, and you are frightened by several Ottoman planes? "

When Fischer and the British officers taunted each other, an Arab warrior sitting in the main seat was also looking at Fischer. Then Ali leaned over quietly and spoke to him. After a while, the Arab warrior stood up.

"Does Mr. Lawrence know what the biggest obstacle is for us to win Damascus?"

"It's nothing more than the armored train and its railway gun!"

"Sir, do you have a good plan to break the enemy?"

"Not yet, but give me seven days and the armored train will no longer be your problem!" Fisher also turned and looked directly at the prince Faisal, who saw something in Fisher's eyes that he hadn't seen for a long time, that is, the belief in winning.

"OK, I'll give you ten days. If we destroy the armored train, we'll go straight to Damascus, but what if it's not done?"

"Then you can't see me!"