In early April, United Oil finally reached an agreement with the French government to transfer the mining rights to the oil fields discovered by United Oil in Syria to the French government for a price of 1.5 billion francs.
This price is not the actual value of the Syrian oil fields, it is a friendly price. United Oil's headquarters is still in French Algeria. United Oil must take into account the sentiments of the French, which is why United Oil finally chose to compromise with the French government.
At the same time, on the Iraqi side, the derrick set up by the British had begun to produce oil, which made the French government really anxious.
Seeing that France's interests were being damaged every day, the French government finally couldn't bear it anymore. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs' rhetoric escalated to small-scale conflicts on the border between Syria and Iraq, but it was still within the scope of fists and kicks, and it did not reach the level of a big fight.
Mid-April, Hanasol, Iraq.
Ten kilometers further northwest from here is the Nusaybin oil field in Syria.
Both Syria and Iraq were newly established countries after the World War. The national borders were not so clear originally, but after the discovery of the Nusaybin oil field, the border suddenly became very important. Syria wanted to move the border as far as possible to the southeast.
Iraq wants to push the border to the northeast, and several conflicts have broken out between the two countries.
On the surface, it seems to be Syria and Iraq, but in fact, the game behind the scenes is France and the United Kingdom. The French and the British are quite restrained and do not equip both parties with weapons. Therefore, the two parties involved in the conflict use sticks at most, not even bows, arrows, and spears.
However, the recent situation has become more and more serious. As the conflict intensifies, casualties still appear, and more and more casualties occur. In a conflict yesterday, the Iraqi side suffered a small loss. Two workers were killed, and another
Two workers were seriously injured.
In the evening, in a corner of the Hanasol oil well workers' dormitory camp, a dozen Kurds were crowded into a small tent. They were emotional and passionate, discussing yesterday's conflict.
The British are obviously using us as weapons, so we must be careful. We must try to avoid things like yesterday. The blood of our brothers cannot be shed innocently like this. Half lying on the carpet in the middle is a man with a branded face.
There was not much space in the tent for the big man with the beard. Everyone else was sitting on their knees, but he was the only one who was half-lying down. His status was obviously higher.
The Syrians are too abominable. They violated the agreement between us. We never strike hard, but they killed our people. This debt cannot be settled like this. Some people are aggrieved and advocate that they should seek compensation from the Syrians.
Get justice.
Iraqis and Syrians are not stupid. They are actually Persians, but they belong to different tribes. They have the same language, the same culture, and the same traditions. If the British and French had not deliberately
Separated from each other, they should be a family, so at the beginning of the conflict, there was an agreement between the Syrians and the Iraqis that the fight would definitely be fought in front of the British and French, but no one could be ruthless.
What we are doing now is actually stealing from the French. The French will definitely not let it go. I see that those people yesterday were not all Syrians. There seemed to be white faces. Someone provided intelligence.
Regardless of the people there, they shouldn't be like this. Some people immediately refuted it.
The British drove two cars in the afternoon, carrying large boxes. It is estimated that we will have to change guys tomorrow. A thin middle-aged man next to the big man had a worried look on his face.
In yesterday's fight, the Syrians used iron rods, but the Iraqis still used wooden sticks. Wooden sticks were naturally no match for iron rods, so two people died and two were injured.
It would be better if we changed it and let the Syrians see how powerful we are. There were actually people cheering, and the half-lying man suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes were shining.
What's the point of killing your own people? The middle-aged man asked in a stern voice.
The big man was talking to him when a miserable scream suddenly came from the camp.
A group of people immediately swarmed out and were immediately stunned by the sight in front of them.
A group of knights came out of nowhere, holding torches and scimitars, and were galloping through the camp. It was getting late and it was hard to see how many people were coming. The tents on the edge of the camp had been set on fire. Through the blazing fire, they could be vaguely seen.
A worker was severely knocked down by a horse. The knight on the horse showed no mercy, but took advantage of the situation and killed him with the scimitar in his hand.
The camp was full of panicked workers running around, shouting with unknown meanings, and the sounds were shrill and sharp. Distant screams and cries for help could be heard, occasionally ending abruptly, which represented a fresh life.
lives were slaughtered.
The British guards in the camp were equipped with weapons. When these knights from hell attacked, the British were not prepared. Therefore, although there were gunshots, they were scattered but not large-scale.
These knights have a clear division of labor. The ones holding scimitars don't care about the British who are stubbornly resisting. They just chase down the panicked workers. When they encounter British people with guns, a small team of knights will be responsible for dealing with them.
The knights, armed with short-barreled carbines equipped by the cavalry, would line up in neat lines and charge at the British who were recalcitrant with their guns. Often the British would be knocked down by volleys of rifles as soon as they raised their guns.
The attack power of the knights was still sharp. In just five or six minutes, the knights had already penetrated the entire camp. Then the knights turned their horses around outside the camp and prepared for another charge.
Karim, please leave quickly, we will cover you. The situation is extremely critical, and the middle-aged man did not dare to neglect and urged the big man to leave as soon as possible.
No, I will never be separated from my brothers. The big man refused flatly, turned around and ran towards the place where the fire was burning, in order to rescue the injured workers.
At this time, the camp was full of raging fires. Many people had been killed in the flames, and more people were struggling in pain. Except for Karim and the others, there were almost no uninjured people in the entire camp.
In this situation, if those knights charge again, the entire camp will cease to exist.
Karim, we need someone to escape before we can avenge us. The middle-aged man was resolute. He rushed over and hugged Karim's thigh to prevent Karim from saving people: "Let's go quickly. If we don't leave, it will be too late. We
We can't all die here.
Then let's go together. Karim also knew that the situation was critical, so he picked up the rifle next to a dead British soldier, and took off the bullet box from the British soldier's belt.
We can't leave. If we go together, then none of us can escape. The middle-aged man is already desperate, and the sadness in his eyes is very strong.
Although it was getting late, which was good for escaping, too many people meant that the target was too big. Karim and the others had no horses, and Hanasol was surrounded by desert. If a group of people walked together, the final result would be that no one could escape.
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Go quickly, please. The middle-aged man had tears streaming down his face, and he knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together and begging.
Come on, Karim, don't forget to avenge us. A big man turned around and walked into the tent, and when he came out, he was carrying a wooden stick in his hand.
Come on, Karim, don't let us die worthless. A worker picked up a torch thrown away by the knights from the ground, preparing to use it against scimitars and carbines.
Let's walk separately, as far as we can go. Karim knew that there was not much time, so he checked his rifle and turned around and ran towards the darkness in the distance.
Seeing that Karim had gone far, the middle-aged man calmed down and looked at his companions around him. He couldn't bear it: Let's go, listen to Karim, and spread out as much as you can.
Some people immediately turned around and ran away, while others chose to stay with the middle-aged people.
The knight in the distance charged again, but there was still no shout. It was such a silent charge, and even the sound of horse hooves was very small. No wonder I didn't notice it before.
Looking back at the direction of Karim's escape, the middle-aged man tightened his grip on the wooden stick in his hand.
A knight noticed several people gathered here, pointed the scimitar in his hand, and a dozen knights immediately rushed over on tall Persian horses.
The screams continued all night and did not stop until the early morning.
When the sun rose, the entire camp had been burned to ashes. The camp was littered with the corpses of workers. Most of them had wounds on their backs. Only a few people in one corner of the camp had wounds on their fronts.
Many people died in miserable conditions, with their heads missing. Only the bodies of a few people in a corner of the camp were relatively intact.
When the sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, a sand dune less than 500 meters away from the camp gradually began to move, and then a man emerged from the sand dune.
This person is Karim. Karim, who has military experience, knows very well that in the desert, two legs cannot run as fast as four legs, and the number of those knights ensures their pursuit power, so Karim
Mu didn't plan to run too far from the beginning. As long as he found a hiding place near the camp and hid, he would be very sure to escape the pursuit of those knights.
Facts have proved that Karim was right. In just one night, only Karim survived in the camp of nearly a thousand people. The others either died in the initial charge or in the pursuit of the knights.
Hiding under the sand for a night also requires physical strength, so Karim was staggering a little when he walked. When he came to the familiar corner and saw the middle-aged man with dried blood on his face, Karim knelt down
The people on the ground raised their hands and stretched to the sky and swore: Syria, France, please wait, I will definitely take revenge.
Those knights are huge and well-equipped. Not to mention how hard it is to find carbines for cavalry, the Persian horses that those knights ride are even more divine. In the entire Middle East, it is really not easy to find such a huge force.
Considering the conflict between Syrians and Iraqis over the oil fields, the identities of those knights are easy to come out.
