"Oasis! Two o'clock!"

A shout broke the quiet convoy, and an armored vehicle immediately left the convoy and went to the sand dunes to observe.

"It's definitely an oasis, not a mirage. According to the comparison, we're there!" The armored vehicle came back soon, and everyone had a smile on their tired faces.

"We should have reached Turaif. Further north is the territory of the Ottomans. We have arrived at our destination." Han Jiang let out a long sigh of relief.

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Along the way, Han Jiang passed through more than a dozen tribal oases, and the fleet gradually decreased from 90 vehicles to 70.

The Type 98 engine designed for the desert has withstood the test, but the tires did not. After the spare tires were used up, only one part of the vehicle could be dismantled.

"The armored vehicle is the forerunner, announce our arrival to the Turaif tribe, put up the national flag, remember, show force!" Han Jiang licked his lips.

Water is precious in the desert. Even if it carries enough clean water, Hanjiang cannot waste it. Each vehicle not only needs fuel, but also needs enough water to cool the engine.

The amount of water we drink is strictly limited to two liters. There is a lot of evaporation in the desert, so even two liters of water is not enough. Now that we have reached our destination, we can drink enough.

Weng~Weng~~

Four armored vehicles drove towards Turaif in a cone shape. Like all desert cities, this is a city formed because of an oasis, with the Turaif tribe as its core.

They make a living by raising camels, planting, and small-scale mining. From here to the north is Jordan under the control of the Ottomans and under the influence of the French, and to the east is Iraq under the control of the Ottomans. It can be said that the geographical location is very important.

Dong dong dong dong…

Chug tug tug…

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Han Jiang vaguely heard some gunshots from behind, but he didn't pay much attention. Ten minutes after the armored vehicles entered Turaif, the truck convoy also entered Turaif.

"Battal Commander, I have found out that this is Turaif. There are about 3,000 people. Most of them are from the Turaif tribe, and some are Ottomans." This is a city, a small city.

The carrying capacity of oasis is limited and cannot carry too many people. In the agricultural era, if you want to know how powerful a desert country is, you can calculate it by looking at the size of its oasis area.

"Ottomans?" Han Jiang looked unhappy and took a sip of water: "Raise the flag and declare Nanhua's rule over this place to everyone. Assemble the radio station and report to Commander Zheng. After five days of marching, the advance battalion has completed its mission.

, no casualties.”

"yes!"

Han Jiang chose to camp in an open space. As soon as the tent was set up, the chief of the Turaif tribe came closer.

"Hello, distinguished guest, I am Faisal Turaif, the leader of the Turaif tribe. Welcome to Turaif. I wonder what your purpose is?" Faisal walked into the tent and saluted.

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Faisal looked about 50 years old. Considering the wind and sand, his actual age should be about 40 years old. Thinking of this, Han Jiang spoke without any scruples.

"Hello, Mr. Faisal Patriarch, I am Han Jiang, the commander of the special advance battalion of the 1st South China Oman Division. You may have to face me for a long time in the future. I hope we can become friends." Han Jiang said.

Feisal's heart sank. Are they really here to fight for land? But they have cannons and moving steel monsters. Although he is not as ignorant as his tribesmen, he knows that cars should be new creations, but that's all.

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"Turaif City is the land given to the Turaif tribe by the Caliph. We will not make any concessions on this issue." Although he was very nervous, Faisal still said stubbornly.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Patriarch, Nanhua will not deny your position as the Patriarch, let alone compete for this pitiful cultivated land, but..." Feisal's mood was up and down.

"But what?" Faisal was now worried that the taxes collected by this new army were too high, and he was also afraid that they would act randomly.

Of course, if only a little money and women could solve this problem, Feisal was not worried. He could not fight and rob the surrounding tribes, and the Ottomans were still there.

"Turaif is going to change his name, don't look like this, listen to me..." Faisal looked at the upright face and softened his face. After sitting on the chair for a while, Han Jiang put the M1895 9mm double-action

revolver removed from Faisal's head.

"To be honest, your temper is a bit hot." Han Jiang popped out the bullet chamber, poured out the bullet and wiped it.

Faisal fell into silence looking at the 933mm Magnum pistol bullet on the small table. This bullet can burst a person's head like a watermelon.

"Turaif needs to be renamed Turaif Town. You can be the first mayor of Turaif Town. The premise is to swear allegiance to Sultan Saliman, which should be this name." Han Jiang blew the barrel of the gun.

Put the bullet back into the cylinder again.

"Sultan Saliman?" Faisal asked doubtfully.

"The new sultan of the Sultanate of Oman, Sultan Saliman entrusted Nanhua to take charge of his territory. Forget it, are you a little tired of hearing this? Let's go, it should be about time." Han Jiang put the revolver in his pocket and walked out of the tent.

Sal followed closely behind.

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"Battal Commander, there is an Ottoman who claims to be an envoy of the Ottoman Empire and is here to negotiate." As soon as he left the house, Faisal heard this and was very happy.

The Ottomans may be greedy, but at least they are familiar and will not be as uncontrollable as this man who spit out 78 place names in a few minutes. Yes, Faisal is just afraid of being uncontrollable.

As for his so-called wealth, Nan Hua did not look down upon the little money he could earn from raising camels.

"Just in time, let's bring it together!" Han Jiang looked at it, wearing a hat unique to the Ottoman army on his head, which is also in line with current habits. Military and diplomacy cannot be separated.

Since there was someone who knew the best, Han Jiang walked out of the station with a few people and a few troops without even looking at them, showing his arrogance to the fullest.

"Report! The fire support team is ready!" the artillery second lieutenant reported loudly.

After turning two corners, we arrived at our destination. There were two artillery pieces placed under the date palm trees. They were Type 91 field guns.

"Start the show." Han Jiang looked back at the Ottomans and Faisal, then turned to the artillery lieutenant and ordered.

"Faisal, who are they?" The Ottomans hadn't figured out the situation yet. He came to protest and told Han Jiang that the 40 soldiers of six ethnic groups in the city were ready to expel the outsiders by force.

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"Sultan Saliman, a sultan whose name I have never heard of, do you know who he is?" Faisal looked into the eyes of the Ottoman, wondering if he was lying.

"Lord! It's a cannon! Saliman? I've never heard of it..."

"Nanan..." Faisal didn't have time to finish asking.

boom!

boom!

Two roars of Type 91 field artillery brought him back to the present moment.

Boom!

Looking at the explosion not far away, the target was a piece of earth-yellow sandstone, which has now been shattered.

Han Jiang nodded. This goal is good and can fully demonstrate the destructive power: "Now, Mr. Faisal, are you willing to join the Sultanate of Oman and accept the leadership of the Sultan of Oman?" Han Jiang looked at Faisal.

Faisal suddenly no longer felt that Han Jiang's awkward Arabic was strange. The Ottomans were strong, but they were not under the roof...

"Of course, dear Mr. Battalion Commander, I have prepared a banquet, and I hope Mr. Battalion Commander will appreciate it. I have a daughter. Even though I look like this, my daughter is the most beautiful flower in the surrounding area..." Faisal

Posted it.

app,&~p.

As for the Ottomans? I don’t know where they went…

"Isn't this too arrogant? Our logistics line is too long and we will be very passive when encountering a battle." The instructor said quietly.

"The locals just need to be restrained, and we need to pay attention to the Ottomans. If they dare to attack, we can ambush in advance. With our mobility, we will win the ambush battle!" Han Jiang said: "We have too few people, and we have no self-sustainability.

, they must be deterred.”

"Why didn't I know we also brought cannons?" The instructor nodded in agreement and asked doubtfully.

"The head of the group stuffed it in. You went to verify the supplies at that time, but I forgot to mention it later because I was busy.

If it is broken into 4 parts, it can be transported in one vehicle. There are still 1,000 rounds of artillery shells. If a battle breaks out, it can last for a while, but there is not much fuel." Han Jiang took out the fuel data and only left

4 cars, less than 20 tons.

The radio station needs electricity, the generator needs fuel, and the armored vehicle patrol also needs fuel. The fuel consumption of hundreds of liters per hundred kilometers in the desert is not just for fun.

"When you go to the banquet later, buy some camels for transportation. We have already sent a report to the Corps headquarters. The supplies will come from Kuwait and arrive within half a month." The instructor took out the telegram.

"We will go together later. There are several small puddles nearby and a small lake in the northeast. However, it is October and there may not be much water. I will arrange for someone who can speak Arabic to buy supplies. By the way, I will ask if there are any nearby.

When it comes to oil news, don’t mention the word oil." Han Jiang nodded.

………

When Han Jiang arrived in Turaif, Ye Fan also led the Arab Legion into Riyadh. Because the resistance on the east route was the least, Ye Fan, who was least familiar with military affairs, was asked to lead it.

With the firepower superiority of the Nanhua Army, Ye Fan's 1st line was overwhelming and basically encountered no decent resistance.

"Captain Ye, where is the next target?" Su Xuezeng looked at the collapsed city wall of Riyadh. If nothing unexpected happened, the Arab Legion would grow stronger after it went up.

"The rulers here are the Saudi family, the most restless tribe. Captain Su, we may have to waste some time here." Ye Fan smiled easily.

Su Xuezeng's expression was not so good, "The telegram from the Corps Headquarters states that the Ottomans are in conflict with us in Kuwait, urging us to speed up the pace and support the advance team as soon as possible. This is the order given to you by the Headquarters."

"Has the advance team completed its mission?" Ye Fan asked. He didn't care that the telegram was sent to Su Xuezeng. How could the Arab Legion have such a precious thing as a radio?

"Looks like we need to play rough." The division commander signed, and the order was given directly to Battalion Commander Ye Fan. Ye Fan nodded, walked out of the temporary headquarters, and looked at the soldiers of the Arab Legion.

"Ahead is Riyadh, a prosperous city with maybe 7,000 or 8,000 people? It doesn't matter.

Go! Go and plunder everything you see. If you finish within one day, you only need to hand over 70%! And your military merit will be doubled!" Ye Fan shouted loudly.
To be continued...