When Zhong Sheng, the head of the Gem Wine's "private army", led his troops to board the ship heading south, he was quite puzzled. Wei Kun, the young man, looked very normal. Whether it was his body, intelligence, or knowledge, he was a normal person. However, this normal young man had effectively aroused the opposition of the East African administrative district bureaucrats, so that the group of people actually went south on a large scale.
Of course, Zhong Sheng had to admit. As the son of Military Governor Vaize, Wei Kun's resistance from the bureaucrats did not reach a very fierce level. They chose the strategy of "I can't afford to offend them, but I can't afford to hide from them." Although Zhong Sheng did not want to fall out with the bureaucrats, he did not intend to offend Wei Kun. He left a very reliable team of 3,000 men to Wei Kun, and he led the rest of the troops south. No matter how Wei Kun assured him, Zhong Sheng did not believe that the powerful British Army could not defeat the Zulus and the Boers of the Transvaal Republic.
When leaving, Zhong Sheng simply asked Wei Kun, "Director Wei, uh, Governor Wei, what is the Commander-in-Chief's evaluation of the war in South Africa?"
"My father has no special evaluation. When I asked him, he only said one thing. Based on the level of understanding of the laws of war, he analyzed the future of the British. I think the British have not been able to stand in three aspects: time, place, and people. In that case, why should we believe that the British can win? At least now that the British do not have an absolute advantage in terms of military strength, I don't see the inevitability of the British winning. "Wei Kun answered Zhong Sheng's question.
Zhong Sheng frowned. Wei Kun was right. The British Expeditionary Force did not have the right time in South Africa. Compared to the British Expeditionary Force, the Zulus and the Transvaal Republic in South Africa were the local bullies. Since the blacks and whites were the local bullies, the local popularity was naturally aimed at the locals. The British did not have the right time, place, and people.
Even with such a judgment, Zhong Sheng still could not link the failure to the British. The Zulu Kingdom was a black country, and the Transvaal Republic could only be called a small country. England was a powerful country after all. It wasn't surprising for them to lose to the even more powerful China. If they couldn't even win against these two powers … Zhong Sheng felt that if such a thing really happened, he would probably be able to accept the view that black people were also normal people.
"If we participate in the war, the British will definitely lose," Zhong Sheng stated his opinion.
Wei Kun immediately replied, "Although I also doubt my previous conclusion, if what I said before is correct, then even if we don't participate in the war, the British will still lose."
Neither of them had seen the latest battle situation, so this discussion could only end there. The ship did not wait for anyone. Zhong Sheng had to go south with the main force. After parting with Wei Kun, Zhong Sheng thought about it, but he really could not think of a possibility for the British to lose the war. If the war depended on the right time, place, and people, then everyone just needed to set these conditions. The actual war had to be ended by fighting. If it was purely from the perspective of the right time, place, and people, the Liberation Army in North America was probably fighting as a guest army. But the Liberation Army could defeat the local bully, the United States. Since the Liberation Army could win, the British could probably win too.
Thinking of this, Zhong Sheng got up from his bunk and prepared to go to the deck to get some fresh air. As he walked through the passage to the deck, Zhong Sheng heard an officer smoking and chatting near the passage say, "It's great that we don't have to live in that big furnace of Khartoum anymore."
"Hmph, that kid Wei Kun is too arrogant. Even the commander-in-chief's son has never seen him like this. He wants to cut off everyone's source of income. Why is he pretending?! "
"As soon as we leave, let him pretend. I don't believe that such a playboy is really willing to stay in that damn place. "
"Yes! Let's wait and see him run away with his tail between his legs … "
The two officers were talking happily, and Zhong Sheng's footsteps were light and silent, so the two officers only noticed him when he was very close. They immediately shut up and stopped talking, and Zhong Sheng did not want to cause trouble. He went up the passage, pushed open the hatch, and walked onto the deck.
There were too many places to make money in the East African administrative region, and these officials lacked supervision, so it was normal for them to make a lot of money. In fact, groups like the Gem Wine Industry had long known that the local officials were very evil, so they repeatedly warned their subordinates not to mix with the officials in any case. Judging from what the officials had said just now, Zhong Sheng felt that Wei Kun's plan to mobilize the Black Brotherhood was undoubtedly touching the meat in the bowl of the officials. The reason the officials chose to run away instead of resisting was really because of the prestige of the Military Governor Of Vaize.
"But can Wei Kun really persevere?" Zhong Sheng had no confidence in this. Plowing deep into East Africa, no matter how well he did, was just to dominate the wild land of East Africa. In the eyes of the Min dynasty, Africa was a wild land, a territory that could not be put on the table. If Wei Kun really wanted to compete with his brother for the throne, then he should stay in Asia and manage it well. Why did he come to Africa?
Unable to figure out the prince's thoughts, Zhong Sheng gave up trying to figure it out. Perhaps because Zhong Sheng was very disgusted with corrupt officials, hearing the officials curse Wei Kun's future, Zhong Sheng hoped that Wei Kun could succeed, at least not let the officials see him as a joke. And Zhong Sheng suddenly thought of another thing. If the British really failed as Wei Kun expected, it would be a good thing for Wei Kun. The East African administrative district could calmly watch the show, and Wei Kun would have more time to complete the work in his plan. If the British won, the troops in Madagascar province would probably immediately have to go to the gold mine rented by China for security. Wei Kun could only accept the situation where the resources he had the opportunity to get were cut.
"I hope the British won't win so easily." Zhong Sheng sighed in his heart.
At this time, in the eastern area of the Cape Town colony in South Africa, a group of Boer cavalry stopped next to the railway. They skillfully removed the bolts with wrenches, used the horses to pull the rails, and then used the parts they carried to assemble the brackets to drag the sleepers away. Just as the group was about to put the rails on the sleepers, a scout in the distance rode over and waved a small red flag. It was a warning to everyone that the British were coming along the railway.
They could only spit, then poured the gasoline in a metal bucket on the sleepers, and tied some explosives to the rails. They ignited the explosives, ignited the gasoline on the sleepers, and then rode away.
Not long after, the British cavalry arrived at the place where the loud noise was heard. There were some rails on the ground that had been damaged by the explosives, and the sleepers were burning. The British cavalry's faces showed anger, not because of the damage to the railway, but because of the loss of the British Empire's property. In recent months, there had been so many such losses that the British were numb to it.
What really made the British unable to be numb to it was the strong reaction of their superiors to this matter. Whenever an area was damaged, the head of the British army would ask the British to strengthen the patrolling of the area. The terrain of the whole of Southern Africa was mountainous in the southeast, desert in the west, and between the Cape Town colony and the Boer Transvaal Republic and the Orange Free State was a wasteland with less rainfall. Patrolling such a wasteland was a very painful thing. This pain was also very effective in stimulating the British team's anger towards the Transvaal Republic.
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