Chapter 70 What can be given

"From the first day I came to Heung, I have been observing Hussein and his sons. Hussein is old and ambitious. His eldest son Ali is honest and fair but easy to hesitate. His second son Abdullah is smart, but he lacks great talent. His youngest son Said lacks enthusiasm and is too indifferent to the Arab uprising.

Although there is no doubt about the Arabs' motivation for reading, the reading power and national liberation of the country we understand alone will not make the riders from various nomadic tribes fight bravely. At this time, "Arab" is just a geographical concept, and the Arabs are divided into large and small. Countless tribes, emirates, emirates, sultans and crats. Between tribes, there are continuous conflicts between chiefs and chiefs in order to compete for wells, herds, pastures or plunder each other's caravans. Some tribes support the Arab uprising, while others cooperate with the Turkish army to take the opportunity to their old rivals. For revenge, people's loyalty to the tribe is far higher than the pursuit of illusory "national reading" or "Arab countries".

There is no doubt that the Arabs need a military leader with unquestionable ability and charm. Among Hussein and his four sons, only his three sons, Fissa, have this quality. There is no doubt that he is the leader I am looking for..."

Peninsula Chronicle

Entering into an inner court, on the edge of it in the distance, between the black doorposts, stood a white figure eagerly waiting for the arrival of Sang Pingzhi and his party.

When he saw the man at the first glance, Sang Pingzhi felt that this was exactly the person he was looking for when he came to Arabia - he was the kind of leader who could make the Arabs win. Faisal looked very tall, as slender as a pillar, wearing a long white silk robe, surrounded by a brown head cloth and tied with a ribbon. The bright red tape. s. His eyelids are a little drooping; against his strange and still vigilant figure, his black beard and pale face look like a mask. He crossed his hands on the knife in front of him.

"Hello, Prince Faisal!"

After greeting Faisal who greeted him, Faisal led Sang Pingzhi into the room and sat down on the carpet near the door. After his eyes got used to the darkness in the room, Sang Pingzhi saw clearly that more than a dozen silent people were sitting in this small room, staring at him or Faisal motionlessly.

At this time, Faisal was still staring down at his hands, his hands rubbing his knife. Finally, he softly asked Sang Pingzhi how he felt about Neizhi.

"Do you like our place - Wadi Savra?"

"I like it, but it's a little far away from Damascus."

Damascus, the word Sanpingzhi was like stabbing a knife into their hearts, and the crowd couldn't help but tremble for a while. Before that, they had attacked Damascus once, but failed. When he sat down, everyone present became stiff, held their breath, and continued silently for a while. Some people may dream of distant success; others may have seen it as a mockery of their recent defeats.

Finally, Faisal looked up at San Pingzhi with a smile and said, "Praise God, the Turks are closer to us."

When Faisal said so, Sang Pingzhi laughed with him.

In the politeness of Sang Pingzhi and Faisal, Maurde has been sitting restlessly and has been impatient for a long time. As soon as the laughter of the two fell, he shouted:

"Don't talk about anything else here! The most important thing is to fight, fight and kill them! Give me a team of Hanyang mountain cannons and Jinling machine guns, and I will definitely get them all. Let's talk here, let's talk, and we still achieve nothing in the end.

Maurud's words made Faisal, who was sitting aside, grin easily. He looked at Sang Pingzhi at the same time. Although the Chinese were expanding their power on the peninsula, although they were trying to gain a foothold on the peninsula, he knew that only with their support could he achieve it. My own wish - to unify the whole of Arabia.

This conversation was an opportunity for him, and the arrival of the Chinese in front of him encouraged him to some extent. He was soberly aware that the Chinese needed someone on the peninsula as their spokesperson and was familiar with how to deal with Europeans. For these big countries, it never mattered. Justice, there are only interests in their eyes. If you want to get something from them, in addition to making your own value clear, you also need to trade.

Transaction!

Trading is also very common in the Arab world. For the weak, if they want to get help from the strong, they must take out enough things to trade. For the Arabs, if the Arabs want to gain reading, the only thing they can trade is territory.

When Faisal looked at himself with a smile, Sang Pingzhi was also looking at Faisal, who he thought was worthy of "help". At this time, he seemed to be a little tired. He looks much older than thirty-one years old. His expression looked a little deep. A pair of resolute eyes were embedded in the slightly sunken face, hung with blood, and the sunken cheeks had deep wrinkles, which was the result of excessive thinking. He is stingy with his brain, because he thinks too much and hinders the speed of action, and his face is full of painful folds. Judging from his appearance, he is a tall, elegant and energetic person. His walking posture is very beautiful, and his head and shoulders seem to have royal dignity. There is no doubt that he is familiar with all this. When he speaks in public, most of his expressions are gestures and body.

However, like most Arabs, his actions are often impulsive. He seems to be impatient, too **, and even lacks reason. He will suddenly change his direction, and his strong desire and weak physical strength will work together on his physical actions driven by courage.

Although he said that he could repay trust with trust, he was doubtful. But Sang Pingzhi clearly knew that the "assistance target" he identified in front of him was in Abdul, the Sultan of Turkey? Hamid's training in the court made him a master of diplomacy, familiar with various diplomatic skills, and his military experience with Turkey gave him practical tactical knowledge. His life in Constantinople and the Turkish parliaments familiarized him with European politics and etiquette.

But because of this, Sang Pingzhi knows that his purpose of this trip has been achieved.

His current task is to take the shortest route to bring the news to the community, and then report it. If the expeditionary force accepts his suggestion, there will be continuous aid, which will be delivered to him by camels and even planes, and then he will launch the entry of the Turks again.

Under a palm tree in the palm forest, Sang Pingzhi sat down. When the dusk deepened and the night came, he kept listening to Faisal's story attentively, while enjoying the hot rice and mutton dinner that the slaves put on the blanket. Because of the teachings of the Arabs, they did not drink, so the two just sat together drinking black tea and enjoying dinner at the same time.

"My friend, maybe you should tell me what you need!"

When Faisal said this, his eyes stared at Sang Pingzhi.

"Here, many people call you infidels, and even in the eyes of some people, you are "Kafil". I believe you know the meaning of this word!"

Kafei, that's the meaning of the infidels who should be killed. Sang Pingzhi is very clear about this title. The reason why the Arabs call the Chinese so is very simple is that it stems from the extreme distrust of the empire in the Muslim. In the early years of the Qing Dynasty, when Shaanxi-Gansu resurreated, those people burned the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum. This is a crime for the whole Han nation.

The founding of the empire is actually a revival of nationalism. In the process, the Tongzhi Rebellion was mentioned again, and the cemetery of the ancestors of the whole nation was burned down, which is unacceptable. Therefore, they must make a choice, and this choice is bloody and violent, and because of this. The country is by no means a friend of Muslims. In terms of doctrine alone, China is even their enemy.

But at home is at home, but abroad is abroad.

"Your Highness, you should know that our army has reached the hinterland of Baghdad Province, and our army will soon reach Basra!"

When answering his question, Sang Pingzhi reminded him first.

"This means that we can provide you with everything you need in the shortest time, such as Ma'anshan rifles, Hanyang's artillery, Jinling machine guns, Guangzhou mortars, etc."

At this time, Sang Pingzhi did not answer Faisal's question, but talked about the materials that China could provide to you.

"As long as you want, you can transport these materials not only through camels, but also by plane, which means that in just a day or two, thousands of weapons will arrive here and arm your soldiers!"

Suddenly, his words turned around.

"As for what China needs, Your Highness, what can you give us?"

He asked a rhetorical question, but threw the question back to Faisal. When he threw the question to him, Sang Pingzhi picked up the teacup and drank the black tea in the cup. The tea was the black tea of India. Indian tea had a great impact on Chinese tea. For Sang Pingzhi, his hometown in Fujian, he was the eldest brother - the provincial council. The congressman gritted his teeth and said that if China and Britain were to fight one day, they must fight India and then burn down the Dajiling Tea Garden.

In the past, tea was one of China's most important exports, but now, India has replaced China as the world's largest tea exporter, and even exported to China, the country of origin of tea.

What can be given to China?

Faisal suddenly fell into silence. What can Han Zhi give China?

(to be continued)