In August 1914, World War I broke out between the Allies and the Allies.
In April 1915, a French army and several times the Turkish army fought fiercely on the Sinai Peninsula in the Egyptian battlefield, and for a time the battlefield was full of corpses. By the evening of 14 April, the French army had only 35 men left, and there was no shortage of medical treatment, and it was tightly surrounded by Turkish troops. Death was approaching the remaining 35 Remnants of the French, and at dawn it would be their final showdown with dozens of turks. At this moment, 35 soldiers, led by Captain Machel, were silently guarding the bullet-scarred fortress, waiting for dawn, preferring to die in battle rather than serve as prisoners of the Turks. Captain Marshel, holding a bullet in his hand, looked at the bodies of the messengers sent out for rescue, and a bitter smile could not help but hang on his face. At this moment, he remembered the place where his great-grandfather, Captain Machel Sr. had dedicated himself, and it was also a deserted local in the Sinai Peninsula. Captain Mauchel clearly remembered that his mother still treasured a sword that recorded the merits of the old Captain Maschel.
Captain Marshel was pondering, "Could I also fall in the place where my great-grandfather died," when a loud "cry" interrupted his train of thought. Then he saw the still scrappy lieutenant leading an old Arab man in a cloak in front of him, so he asked, "What's the matter?" The lieutenant said, "Captain, this old man said he had a letter to give to you personally. Captain Marshel looked at the old man in front of him with a suspicious look and thought: Who will write to me on the eve of this death? Could it be a messenger sent by the enemy to persuade him? "Are you going to write me a letter?" Mashel asked the old man. The old man said, "Are you Captain Marshel?" Captain Marshel replied, "Is this still fake?" I am Mashel, and Captain Machel is me. The old man heard Che Dang's reply, and suddenly fell to his knees, a beautiful smile appeared on his face, his lips kept moving, no one could hear what the old man was saying, but from the gestures, it could be seen that the old man was thanking Allah. After a while, the old man stood and moved, and gradually took out from his arms a crumpled yellowed bag of old newspaper and handed it to Captain Marshel with trembling. The captain took a look at the paper bag, only to see that the five words "Captain Marchel" were written very sloppily on it, and the handwriting was almost unrecognizable. Marsher carefully opened the paper bag and pulled out a yellowed letter. The old man said, "The original letter should have been sent by my father himself, but he died 40 years ago, thank you Allah promised me to end this matter." With the faint light of the fire, Maschel carefully read the contents of the letter, because the handwriting was sloppy, and It took Much effort for Maschel to recognize it intermittently.
Dear Marshel: Upon receiving this order, please do so immediately... This letter was handed to you by a young Arab... After reading the letter, he immediately looked for food and military supplies buried in the fortress and underground... Take out what you need most, and destroy the rest... You evacuated from the Egyptian outpost... There are three roads, but don't walk the coastal one... From the center, you can always cross the desert... Maintain the map attached to the letter like you would keep your eyes open, and find it according to the map... There is a spring behind the ruins that can... succeed.
Bonaparte Napoleon
April 14, 1798
After reading the letter with difficulty, Captain Marshel asked the old man who delivered it very briefly: "Who gave you this letter?" What time? The old man, who was immersed in happiness, gradually said, "It was given to my father by General Napoleon in 1798." Then the old Arab recounted an unforgettable past.
It was 1798, and General Napoleon was leading a French force on an expedition to Egypt. In April, a trove led by his subordinate, Captain Marshel Sr., was besieged by the Turkish Locs in the Sinai Peninsula. When Napoleon learned of the situation, he immediately wrote a letter to the old Captain Machel, which was probably intended to instruct them on how to break the siege. Napoleon gave the letter to Mallorca, a young Arab warrior who knew the region well. After accepting the task, Mallorca rushed to the address day and night, but it was too late to find the old Captain Machel and his conscripts. Originally, Captain Marshel led the army through a fierce battle to break the siege of the Turks, but because he did not understand the local terrain, he embarked on the road of death - the desert area, and as a result, the group did not die on the battlefield, but was swallowed up by the desert.
Unaware that Captain Marshel had led his troops to the Jedi, Mallorca blamed herself for not completing the mission. Mallorca could see from the stern expression on Napoleon's face when he handed him the letter that the content of the letter was crucial, and that it was related to the future and destiny of Napoleon and France. Mallorca had only one thought, no matter how difficult it was, to do everything in his power to hand over the letter to Captain Marshel. In 1874, before the death of the 90-year-old Mallorca, he always regretted that he had not completed the task of delivering letters. Before closing his eyes, the old man solemnly handed the letter to his son, Little Mallorca, and repeatedly ordered that Captain Marchel must be found and handed over to him with his own hands. At that time, Little Mallorca was also nearly 50 years old.
Little Mallorca searched for 40 years to fulfill his father's instructions, and now he is over 89 years old. Perhaps by fate, he finally handed over this letter, which had lasted for more than a century, to the recipient " Captain Mushel " at the same address — the great-grandson of the old Captain Maschel.
Listening to the unbelievable but true story narrated by The White Sorcerer, every soldier present was moved by the old man's actions, and Captain Machel was even more agitated. Captain Mauchel decided to try his luck using the letter and map left by Napoleon, but everyone knew it was uncertain, because this was after all the situation that had been the case for more than a century. Under the guidance of the old man, Captain Machel found the ruins behind the fortress and successfully found the ammunition and food they desperately needed, which surprised them. However, the food and ammunition were not left to them by Napoleon, but were stored there by the Germans and Turks at the beginning of the war. After obtaining ammunition and food, Captain Machel decided to use the map attached to the letter to rush out of the siege at night. Before leaving, Captain Machel and all the remaining soldiers could not suppress their inner excitement, and one by one they stepped forward and hugged the old man tightly. Captain Machel finally got out of the siege according to the route on the map.
A letter from Napoleon on 14 April 1798 to Captain Marshel Sr., an officer under his command who fought against the Turks in Egypt, saved the life of Captain Marshel The Younger, the great-grandson of Captain Maschel, who also led his army to fight the Turkish war in Egypt and fell into jeopardy more than 100 years later. This kind of work, which occurs in different centuries, but between people of the same month, the same address, the same name and kinship, is so surprisingly accidental that one cannot be convinced: there is a definite number in the darkness.