Chapter 94

Now that the task was in hand, Fisher refused the gold treasures and beautiful wives and concubines sent by Prince Faisal, so he went on the road with a gun and four or five Arab guerrillas he picked out.

According to the order of the Army Department, rudendorff will stay in Ottoman Turkey for about a week, but he didn't say how he came. Fisher estimated that it was either a train or a ship, but if it was a ship, the Mediterranean fleet would have to cut itself.

All the way north along the road, the whole Ottoman army dressed up with forged documents and KFT reconnaissance vehicles. Fisher and his party were not suspected, but rubbed a lot of oil and food. After all, whose spy dared to March so arrogantly in the territory of the enemy country, and after burning the souls of many Ottoman soldiers killed in battle, Fisher's own Turkish has reached level 8 and can speak with an Istanbul accent.

After four days of continuous driving, they finally arrived at the location of the military base mentioned by the intelligence.

"Tut Tut, the Germans are afraid that others will not know that they have built a base in Osman!"

Generally speaking, when building military bases or military factories, everyone will choose very hidden places. For example, Fisher placed the R & D base code named skunk under the giant god in the deep mountains of northern Iraq, while several light weapons factories in the United States are in the mountains, or those mountains with pleasant scenery and green mountains.

But even if the German base is built with square and upright walls, after all, everyone does. But after you finish the repair, there will be a black-and-white Red Iron Cross flag floating on the camp. Isn't it a little too ostentatious?

Looking at the black eagle fluttering in the wind on the flag, fisher can only say, cow!

"Mr. Lawrence, how do we get in? Call in? " A guerrilla who accompanied him tightly hugged Mauser in his arms and asked.

"Fight? Why? This place is not like a desert. You can recruit 1000 Ottomans in less than ten minutes. Then there will be 10000 Ottomans waiting for you to run outside. I can fight 9998. Can you deal with the remaining two? " Fisher took back his telescope. The base was full of people. Germans, Ottomans and Arab workers came and went in and out. There was no problem getting in. The only trouble was that their certificates had to be changed!

An hour later, a French BCA truck with an iron cross was clattering all the way west along the dirt road. On board were the German cook and his Ottoman driver at the base. They were ready to go to the nearby city to pull supplies. After driving for a while, they saw a KFT reconnaissance car of the Ottoman army parked obliquely on the roadside, Two Ottoman soldiers kept waving to them.

"What shall I do, sir?" Asked the Ottoman driver who was driving.

"Stop and show them!" The German officer thought, we are all allies. If we don't help ourselves, it will undermine the unity of the two armies!

"Are you the driver drunk?" The driver stepped on the brake, leaned out his head and asked.

"Sorry, sergeant, our tire is broken and the captain is hurt!" Fisher picked several people who were very standard in Turkish. With their headscarves covered, the driver didn't find anything wrong. On the contrary, he was worried when he heard that one of their officers was injured and immediately reported it to the German officer.

"I'm injured in a car accident. I know medicine. I'll have a look!" As soon as the warm-hearted German officer took off his hat and pulled his collar, the general stacked it neatly on his seat, took out the splint and gauze from under his ass, and walked towards the KFT car.

"What's wrong with you?" The German officer inquired when he saw an Ottoman officer half lying in the car wearing a black military uniform and covering his face.

"I'm not feeling well anywhere. I have a headache, my arm hurts and my leg hurts!" Fisher, disguised as a wounded man, pretended to be weak and said in an angry tone.

"OK, hold on. I'll check if you have a fracture first!" After that, the German officer would come forward to take off Fisher's clothes, and then he felt something hard against his belly.

"Captain, what are you doing?" The German officer was a little angry. Then he looked down and saw a Luger pistol facing his little brother.

"Excuse me, sir, your car has been requisitioned by the British Empire!" Fisher pulled off his scarf and said with a smile.

"You..." the German officer blushed. "You don't abide by chivalry!"

"Chivalry has been dead since the moment markqin appeared!" Fisher motioned to the other party to raise his hands, then asked the guerrillas who had tied the driver into dumplings to come over and tie up the German officers.

"Oh, by the way, take off his clothes!"

"I protest. I'm a German soldier. You can't do this. I just took off your clothes and thought you were injured. There's no other meaning. You can't do this!" The German officer saw that Fisher had begun to unbutton there. The dead took risks and struggled desperately.

"Your Majesty, your loyal people will be defiled!" Under the black muzzle of the gun, the German officer shed two lines of clear tears, biting his lips and lying in the truck body waiting for the arrival of the last moment, "my God, have the British become abnormal in the wars of recent years?"

However, the expected impact did not come, but several tasteful Ottoman military uniforms were left on him.

"I think too much. I just borrow your military uniform! Now, tell me the layout of your camp! "

"German soldiers will not give in!" The German officer who was stripped of his trousers said hard.

"Take off his pants and find me an estrous goat!"

"Our camp............................." facts have proved that even the tough guy will have an enemy. As long as you find the right way, you can go all the way!

Fisher put on a slightly smaller military uniform, then tied the driver and German officers together, raised his fist to help them sleep, and then covered them with felt.

"All right, drive!" Press the hat down a little, then Fisher leaned back in his seat and watched the guerrillas drive the truck back to the camp.

"Are you back so soon?" The sentry at the door didn't find that the people on the car had changed at all. He just glanced through the dusty glass and opened the roadblock.

After driving the truck to the left and right along the base highway for a few minutes, the car arrived at the back kitchen of the base. After getting off the bus and checking that there was no one in the back kitchen, Fisher stuffed the two prisoners into a large box of kitchen waste outside the back kitchen.

Now, it's time for captain Steve of the United States to come on!