African Nationhood

Chapter 77 Cleanup Operation in South Bechuanaland (Part )

"Chief Kama, my troops have surrounded your tribe. You have three hours to surrender. We can ensure your safety."

An indigenous guide was forced to shout to the Batswana people every hour.

It's their business to listen or not, and it's Boss Shi's business to do it or not.

Anyway, most of these Batswana people will be sent to the slave trade, and the old and weak will not be left behind.

As time passed, the Batswana people remained silent, and the murderous intent in Shi Jintang's eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Report, the catapult has been assembled. Request to start the landing point correction test firing."

"Test firing permitted!"

"Yes!"

As the order was issued, the artillery company soldiers directed the soldiers to start loading stone bullets for test firing and adjusting the angle.

After loading the stone bombs, "Calibrate the first round of test firing, launch!"

A soldier knocked the pin open with a hammer.

"Bang~swish!"

The loaded stone suddenly fell, driving the bag of stone bullets at the end of the lever to swing upward.

"Boom!"

The stone bullet hit the edge of the tribe's wall.

The artillery company soldier who had been observing the impact point of the stone bullet calculated for a while on the vertical board, and then gave a new instruction to the soldiers around him: "Adjust the elevation angle by three degrees and increase the counterweight by 2 kilograms."

The soldier on standby immediately replied loudly: "Yes!"

The adjustment was completed quickly, and the second loading was completed. The artillery company soldiers ordered: "Calibrate the second round of test firing, fire!"

"Bang~swish!"

The stone bullet that was bounced high drew an arc and flew towards the tribal wall of the Batswana people under the combined effects of gravity and inertia.

"boom!"

The landing point this time was very accurate, falling directly into the Batswana tribe, and also killed a black native.

The Batswana people were panicked, and Kama III was even more frightened.

He prayed to the ancestral spirits more than once in his heart, but the ancestral spirits were of no use. His people were on the verge of extinction.

His tribe is still there, and there are still a large number of soldiers. He can't give in!

……

The calibration test continued, and soon all four catapults were successfully calibrated.

"Report, the new catapult has been calibrated, request to start the attack."

"approve!"

As the Shijintang attack order was issued, all ministries began to prepare in an orderly manner, and the massacre officially began!
  "The first batch of four flying dragon cannons fire in volley, prepare, fire!"

“Bang~~~~Whoosh~~~~”

The four tightly packed explosive packets brought billowing smoke, and the smoke tail streaking through the air was very short, but it did not affect the huge lethality they brought.

"Boom~~Boom~~~Boom~~"

The ground reverberated, and the explosion's airwaves threw away everything around the crater, living and dead.

Those natives who were hit directly by the air waves either had their bodies shattered or their internal organs shattered, leaving no chance of survival.

The explosive packs that fell around were good, but the worst ones were those that exploded directly in the air. The result would be that living creatures within a radius of more than ten meters would have their heart and brain blood vessels shattered, causing direct internal bleeding and death.

This is also the most terrifying aspect of the "heartless artillery" during the Liberation War. The deceased did not have any wounds on their bodies, but most of them looked hideous when they died.

Explosions started one after another, as if the god of thunder was furious and swept everything, or as if the god of fire came to the world and burned everything.

Smoke rose and fire flashed, and a large number of Batswana soldiers who were waiting for the battle quickly passed away in the tragic song of smoke and fire.

The huge force they had never felt since they were born directly knocked them to the ground, and indifferently tore their limbs into pieces.

Pain, howling and death, coming quickly and directly!

The entire Batswana people are dumbfounded. What are they fighting against?
  Is this the anger of the ancestral spirits?
  Mortals must not offend gods. What should we do?
  They ran away in all directions in anxiety and panic, not caring about anything else. From the southeast to the northwest, only the north can escape with their lives for a short time, but it won't be long before they see what is waiting for them in the north.

The indigenous people who came out from the southeast and west all formed groups to die. A row of guns would basically kill and injure a large number of people.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers in the encirclement felt happy. It was so comfortable to fight in this kind of battle!

It's so cool to be able to easily blow up enemies without using a cannon!
  "Free fire, don't let any enemy go!"

"Yes!"

There was a crackle, and rows of people fell dead and fell again.

The Martini-Henry rifle's single-shot cartridge loading was a little too busy at this point.

Most of the soldiers were in a state of nervous excitement, rapidly reloading, firing, and throwing grenades.

The Batswana people rush so fast that the 300-meter distance can be easily covered by these indigenous people who have been accustomed to running since childhood.

I rushed to the soldiers of the second battalion. Since bullets can no longer stop you, I will use grenades to make you undergo a baptism of flesh and blood again.

"Boom~~~~"

Small mushroom clouds exploded one after another, and people were constantly being killed and knocked down, direct and stunning killings!
  This was the first time they had experienced such a battle. Some soldiers were so excited that they forgot that they had limited ammunition.

They impatiently and stiffly repeated the cycle of reloading and activating, until all the bullets in their bodies were used up, and they suddenly woke up.

Then they become unfamiliar and fearful of the killings they have caused. Such soldiers need timely psychological counseling after the war.

Otherwise, it will easily trigger mass hysteria such as "Ying Xiao".

When Shi Jintang established deputy noncommissioned officers such as "big * deputy", he specifically emphasized the significance of psychological counseling for soldiers, especially how to prevent "camp howling" and provided special guidance.

After every battle, the deputy sergeant would shuttle across the battlefield to comfort his officers and soldiers.

It's no wonder that the soldiers were surprised. They had only experienced the lethality of grenades on the training ground before and had not used them in actual combat.

I used it for the first time today, and I realized that such a seemingly ordinary thing can be so lethal!

After all, there were only a few soldiers who were surprised. Most of the soldiers maintained their true nature as soldiers, mechanical and stiff.

There is no need to use your brain when fighting. It is best to follow orders.

Observing the movements in the Batswana tribe through a telescope, it was found that there were basically few moving targets there.

Shi Jintang felt that the bombardment was almost over, so he ordered the bombardment to stop.

As the order to stop the attack was issued, the attacks on the southeast and west sides stopped one after another.

"Let people shout first, and then lead troops to go into the clearing. Anyone who dares to resist will be shot to death!"

"Yes!"

With the sound of three long and five short copper whistles, the three sides successively sent out search teams.

The leader of the indigenous guide shouted to the tribe: "Chief Kama, are you still alive? If you are alive, surrender quickly!"

After shouting several times, I heard a faint reply from inside: "We surrender!"

Since the other party is completely discouraged, it will be much easier to handle.

The disgraced natives came out of the ruins one after another. Most of them had blood stains mixed with soil or the remains of severed limbs on their bodies.

The soldiers calmly accepted these prisoners, tied them up one after another, or rushed to another place for collective execution.

When he saw Kama III, this old black man, the most civilized among the indigenous people, loudly reprimanded and questioned Shi Jintang.

"What is he saying?"

Hearing Shi Jintang's question, the indigenous guide trembled for a long time before replying: "He said you are a devil and you will be tortured by the Tswana ancestors in the future... and you will be thrown into hell..."

Hearing this, Shi Jintang laughed loudly, "This world is a hell, and each of us is in hell, so everyone is welcome to sink with me!"

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(End of this chapter)