Australian Storm 1876

  Chapter 793 Governor of the Island

  Wandering among the ambitions of the upper class, Humen Viscount Li Yong could clearly feel those cryptic prying eyes. He pretended not to care, and acted calmly and calmly. In fact, the waves in his heart had already risen, and his emotions were on the verge of losing control.

   Ended socializing early and returned to the residence.

The two barons, Blood Yama and Old Wolf, did not attend the reception. As the leaders of mercenaries with a long history of life and death, they did not like this kind of hypocritical entertainment at all, and instinctively resisted similar occasions.

  They are like lone wolves wandering in the wilderness. They will only be excited when they drink the blood of their prey, but they will not show a complimentary fake smile to please a lady, which is really against the original intention.

  After Li Yong came back, the two men walked forward silently, and shook their heads silently in Li Yong's expectant gaze.

  They have stayed at home and there is no news from South Africa.

  Li Yong's eyes dimmed suddenly, he didn't say anything, he just dragged his tired steps towards the inner courtyard, leaving his back looking very sad.

Xue Yanluo said in a gloomy tone; "Old wolf, we should not come here, but should go to South Africa. This bustling metropolis makes me feel out of place. Everyone on the street is dressed neatly and the shoes are polished. It makes me feel uncomfortable."

"Come on, you are making excuses for your sloppyness." The old wolf was not very emotional. He watched Li Yong's figure disappear in the shadow of the tree in front, turned his head and said; "I am used to the yellow sands of the Gobi in the Arabian Peninsula. I don’t take a bath for a month or two. I wake up every day at the camp and get wrinkled clothes. We are used to this kind of life. Do you want your children to do the same?"

   "This is the life that passionate men should live, what's wrong?"

   "Hmph, just like Sir Alex Ferguson worrying about Jianyang all day long, although he never said anything, but we old brothers know that Sir Alex Ferguson values ​​Jianyang the most."

  "Jianyang...Huh!"

  When talking about Li Jianyang, the faces of the two mercenary leaders who had been rolling around in the dead all year round couldn't help showing a look of worry.

  This kid has been riding a horse since he was 12 years old, holding a gun, and following the armed caravan to enter the Arabian Peninsula. He is a handsome man. Cool Xiao is his father, and he is loved by many old brothers.

  Unexpectedly, he fell in South Africa...

  South Africa, in the forest near Johannesburg

It is more than 600 kilometers away from Bloemfontein, where Li Jianyang was captured by mistake. Many armed Boer guerrillas patrolled vigilantly to prevent the Humen mercenaries who were being tracked from being cold-hearted. They have eaten this twice. A big loss.

This is a Boer cavalry of about 650 people. The leader is General James Herzog, a famous Boer general. He is a tall and burly white farmer who is 50 years old. The vicissitudes of life are on his face. Left a deep mark, the half-white beard is particularly conspicuous.

  He stood on a huge rock, looking into the distance like a lion, deep sadness in his sharp eyes.

  It is early October 1900, and it has been a full year since the outbreak of the Second British-Berg War.

The British Empire’s reinforcements to southern Africa reached as many as 380,000 troops, and successively destroyed the two Boer regimes, the Orange Free State and the Transvaal Republic. The President of the Transvaal Republic, Kruger, was forced to leave Europe. Seek international solidarity for the Boers.

At this time, the main cities and railway lines of Transvaal and Orange were all occupied. The Boers were unable to resist the British expeditionary force head-on, and began to turn into guerrilla warfare, attacking the 1,600 kilometers from Cape Town to Pretoria. Long supply lines.

  In Johannesburg and Pretoria, many Boer riot attempts failed miserably. The Boers were brutally suppressed by the British authorities, their houses and properties were confiscated, and they were all thrown into concentration camps indiscriminately.

  Lord Roberts, the commander-in-chief of the British Expeditionary Force, implements the "Iron Wall Encirclement" policy, like a noose around his neck, blocking the living space and continuously causing serious damage to the broken Boer guerrillas.

  The British were frantically oppressing the rebellious Boer guerrilla funders and family members. Civilians, including the family of General James Herzog, were thrown into concentration camps in harsh environments, struggling to survive.

  The mercenaries recruited by the British from Humen heavily, after joining the South African battlefield, with cunning tactics, precise marksmanship and rich battlefield experience, they began hunting the Boer guerrillas scattered on the South African battlefield.

  Just a few months of effort

  More than 30 small guerrillas were annihilated or severely injured, with more than 2,700 casualties, which dealt a heavy blow to the strength of the Boer rebels.

  The most deadly weakness of the Boer guerrillas is their small number. In the increasingly severe situation of the struggle, many Boers gave up resistance under pressure and quietly returned to the pasture.

  The Boer guerrillas who were active on the front line of resistance only had more than 20,000 people, and they lost more than 2,700 people at once, which is nothing short of trauma!

  The war has continued to this day. In more than 200 battles, the Boers caused heavy losses of more than 14,000 deaths and injuries in the British army, and their own losses were only more than a thousand people, which was almost a 15:1 ratio.

  It hurts my heart, it hurts my heart really.

If the Boer rebels are compared to the deep sea monsters, a small guerrilla team consisting of thirty to fifty people to seventy or eighty people is the countless tentacles of the deep sea monsters reaching out to the sea. Attacking the British army's communication lines, plundering the British army's supplies, annihilating small groups of British troops, galloping on the battlefield in South Africa, and inflicting heavy blows on the British expeditionary forces.

The veteran Humen mercenary team developed a targeted strategy of using rangers against rangers and maneuvering against maneuvering. The team was broken down into dozens of company-level cavalry units, and they used the characteristics of tracking to carry out encirclement and suppression. The Boer’s bones have made it famous.

  What they did, cut off the tentacles of the deep-sea monsters extending out of the sea, blocked the airway of breathing, and put the deep-sea monsters into a dangerous situation.

  In view of the severe situation on the battlefield

This is like a battle between masters. The top leaders of the Boer army decided to implement a decisive change. They gathered more than ten small guerrillas and established large guerrillas with no less than five to six hundred people. The number of them reached thousands. Experienced generals led the army and carried out precise strikes on the Humen mercenary team.

The cavalry squad led by Li Jianyang was unlucky enough to be the first to strike. It was surrounded and annihilated by the troops belonging to General James Herzog, and he himself was captured by a miss.

  Fortunately, Li Jianyang reacted very quickly. He disguised himself as a military reporter of the Australian "World Journal" and did not reveal his identity.

  Most of the captured Humen mercenaries can't speak English, let alone Dutch. No one in the guerrilla group led by General James Herzog can understand Chinese, so he didn't reveal anything.

  Li Jianyang was also able to speak English proficiently, and became the interpreter of the Boer during the interrogation. He received much better treatment than most of the prisoners.

  "Your Excellency, this is the order of General Botart you just received. Please have a look." Lieutenant Colonel Pedro handed the letterhead with both hands.

  General James Herzog took it over and took a look;

The order requires all ministries to continue to assemble troops to form a heavy-armed group of three to five thousand people. It plans to march thousands of miles to Cape Town, deep into the rear of the British army, and advance the war to the Atlantic coast and the outskirts of Cape Town, forcing Britain to return to negotiations. On the table.

  In the eyes of General James Herzog, this is a bit too idealistic.

  Since the battle, the two sides of the British and the British have been in a state of endless death, how can it be easily committed?

  But the superior’s order must not be violated. He nodded and replied; “To reply to General Botart, our department will resolutely execute the order, quickly converge with the surrounding friendly forces, prepare for combat supplies, and be ready to march northward at any time.”

   "Yes, Your Excellency General." Lieutenant Colonel Pedro raised his hand to salute the military, hesitated but did not leave.

   "Is there anything else? Mr. Lieutenant Colonel."

   "Yes, your Excellency General, our army is seeing important military operations and carrying out thousands of miles of raids. It is really burdensome to carry so many prisoners. Can it be solved on the spot?"

Lieutenant Colonel Pedro's eyes flashed, and the meaning was obvious, that is, to kill the prisoners.

The guerrilla team led by General James Herzog originally had about 900 horses. Before the Li Jianyang cavalry was encircled and annihilated, it had fought eight or nine times, killing and wounding more than 320 British troops and prisoners. More than 60 people.

After successfully encircling Li Jianyang's cavalry, the total number of prisoners reached more than 120. Since then, they have been embellished by the lingering Humen mercenaries. They have fought for more than 600 kilometers in the past 20 days, and they have never been able to get rid of the opponent.

  Originally, General James Herzog wanted to turn around and eat this cavalry of more than 200 people. Who knows that the opponent is cunning like a fox, and he is not fooled at all, and always keeps a safe distance.

  Wait until a few days later

The Humen Cavalry from all sides gathered together like African vultures smelling blood. It grew from more than 200 to more than 700, and then to more than 1,300. Now the number may have exceeded 1,600, which has caused the guerrillas. A serious threat, forcing its non-stop large-scale transfer.

  There were several short and fierce battles between the two sides, causing deaths and injuries to each other. General James Herzog’s troops were also reduced from more than 900 to more than 650, and they had to temporarily avoid the edge.

  Now these more than 120 captives have become a heavy burden, a difficult problem facing the general.

He considered it for a moment, shook his head and said; "You can't do this. If you do, the captured brother will endure the anger of the British and kill a prisoner. At least 100 people will be buried. We can't afford such a heavy price. "

   "Your Excellency General, we can kill those Eastern mercenaries."

"That's even more unwise. Don't forget that these Eastern mercenaries are wearing British uniforms and playing the British cavalry brigade designation. We don't have enough evidence to prove that they are mercenaries. If they openly kill the prisoners, it may lead to assembly. The Oriental army in Mozambique brazenly participated in the war, it was a catastrophe."

General James Herzog looked very dignified, looking at the mountains in the distance, and said word by word; "Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, these Orientals are Britain’s most ferocious accomplices, except for a large number of garrison in the bunker, and guard At the Boer concentration camp, you don’t want to see them vent their anger with unarmed old and weak women and children."

  These last words seemed to vent the last trace of courage in Lieutenant Colonel Pedro's body. He opened his mouth and made no sound, but his face flushed red.

   Then, he turned and left with a sullen expression, disappearing into the forest.

Eh…

  General James Herzog sighed lightly. His guerrillas are now in a very dangerous situation, with a large number of Humen cavalry behind him, which makes him afraid to rendezvous with friendly forces to prevent them from being exposed.

  If you continue to take these Humen cavalry around in circles, you will eventually run into a ghost if you walk too much on the mountain road. This is something that the experienced warfare General James Herzog has to consider.

  Don’t forget, behind the Humen cavalry, there are the British expeditionary troops. Once glued, there will be endless encirclement and suppression.

  The mountain wind is bleak, blowing the gray hair of General James Herzog. His tall body stands straight like a javelin, and no pressure can make him succumb.

  The war is far from over.

  The creek in the dense forest

  Li Jianyang and a young Englishman are here to clean the mushrooms they just picked. This short-bodied Englishman is also said to be a reporter, named Churchill, who is a noble child who is not good at labor.

  "Li, you look like a woman who grows mushrooms. You are very good at all kinds of housework. I doubt how you got involved in the mercenaries. Preparing dinner in the kitchen is your area of ​​expertise."

  Churchill placed the bamboo basket with mushrooms in the creek and shook it back and forth. Even after rinsing, he didn't have the patience to remove the dirt from the mushrooms one by one. That was the job of the inferior talents.

When Li Jianyang was in his early 20s, his face had not completely faded away. The fine hairs on his lips and a little baby fat on his face were very confusing. Only the occasional brutal color in his eyes can tell that this is a Ruthless role.

He concealed it very well at the moment, with both sleeves rolled up to his elbows, standing in the stream carefully cleaning the mushrooms one by one, smiling Mimi replied; "That's right, Churchill, I think there is a word in the West that can describe it. My hobby; "gourmet", I am a person who loves food, and I can use ordinary ingredients to make memorable delicacies."

   "Oh my goodness, is it like your fried scorpion? This is crazy. There is also the stewed snake soup, which makes me creepy just thinking about it."

   "Don't talk about those useless, just say it tastes good, right?"

"Uh... Objectively speaking, the fried scorpion is crispy and crispy, and the stewed snake soup is also extremely delicious, but I still can't accept this." At this point, Churchill looked around, several Boer sentry sitting not far with their guns. On the rock by the stream, his eyes swept over from time to time.

He lowered his voice and said; "Man, I have had enough of this ghost place, and these dirty Boers watching us like slaves. We should find a chance to escape. Then bring the army to take them. All strangling clean, listen, in this case we will become heroes because of the legendary experience, and you can also share the glory as my attendant."

  "Just like Don Quixote and his attendant Sancho Pansa? Then you must promise me a governor of the island."

   "Oh, God! It's incredible, you also know this boring Spanish book?"

  Churchill's eyes widened, looking at the harmless oriental youth in front of him, and his erudition in his heart improved a bit.

Uh…

   is the kind of appreciation of the British aristocracy for servants, not the meaning of sympathy. After all, he is a noble British aristocrat, and the status of the two is far apart.

  Li Jianyang is extremely tired of dealing with this arrogant and arrogant noble boy, but he has to keep a gentle smile on his face to maintain his own young reporter personality.

So he turned his gaze to the Boer sentry and replied in a whisper; "Seriously, since you are willing to let me share the glory, as a British nobleman, I will accompany you from birth to death. It is not too much to ask for an island governor, right? Don Quixote is so generous as a downturned knight, and you are not too stingy."

"The Governor of the Island? You can really think that Cervantes is just a nonsense serf. I suspect he is crazy. After being captured by the Arabs, Cervantes was sold to the island of Algeria. A slave owner of, this is an extremely terrible person, who would often gouge his slave’s nose and skin his skin for pleasure with cramps. Cervantes has experienced this fearful and dark life for five years. It’s no wonder if he is not crazy.

   "Huh, don't talk about those useless, after all, you are just stingy. Compared with precious life, what is an island governor?"

   "You really dare to think about it, Dongfang boy, well, as long as I can leave this **** place, I will find a way to get you the title of island governor, but that will have to wait for me to inherit the noble title."

   "A word is determined, whoever repents will die for the whole family."

   "Oh, you don't need to be so vicious, Li, it's too much."

  "I also risked decapitation. The vows are binding on both people. That means you are not sincere."

   "Well, God testifies, my words must be valid." Under the pressure of the other side, Churchill could only helplessly agree.

  He is not a fool. During the 20-odd days of being captured, the young man in the east felt very special to him. Those unruly mercenaries were quite docile to him, and occasionally revealed a respectful look.

  Churchill has absolute self-confidence, his sixth sense can't go wrong, and if you want to escape this **** place, you must get the help of this young man from the East.

  Compared to the more rigid British soldiers, he believes more in the methods of those old mercenaries.

  Bull sentry waited impatiently, and shouted loudly; "Well, you two boys, don't stay there, go and cook the **** mushroom soup."

   "Okay, okay, let's chop up the mushrooms and cook the soup. It will be ready soon." Li Jianyang replied loudly, and then walked towards the wild stove with the washed mushrooms with Churchill.

  While walking, he asked quietly; "Hey, Churchill, to be honest, the Boers are good to us. Why do you keep trying to escape?"

   "Because there is no delicious cigar here, that is the love of my life."

   "Well, it sounds reasonable."

  Li Jianyang replied perfunctorily. He originally planned to escape. Not only did he go by himself, he had to take the mercenary brother with him, otherwise he would have slipped a long time ago.

  As for talking about this arrogant British nobleman, it was just by the way, deliberately teasing him.

  If it really gets in the way, it will be over with one shot.

  (End of this chapter)