March was summer in the Southern Hemisphere. Generally speaking, adding six months was the corresponding time in the Southern Hemisphere and the Northern Hemisphere. March in the Southern Hemisphere was probably September in the Northern Hemisphere. However, the Southern Hemisphere had a large ocean area and a small land area. This relatively monotonous weather made the climate of the Southern Hemisphere very different from that of the Northern Hemisphere.
Lieutenant Zhong Liang wiped the sweat from his forehead, but he was quite happy in his heart. Lying in bed, he actually wanted to get up and write another paragraph, but Lieutenant Zhong Liang finally decided to maintain the comfortable feeling of lying in bed. The attitude of the Party Secretary at the party meeting was very clear. He believed that the current world was still an era of shortage. Or an 'era of increment'. Many things, even if China no longer lacked, were still lacking for other countries and regions in the world.
Who am I, where do I come from, and where do I go? This is the confusion that everyone will encounter. The role of the Restoration Party was to provide Party members and Party activists with the Restoration Party's view and explanation of the world. Now Lieutenant Zhong Liang felt that he had seen the problem that had puzzled him for a long time. 'With the current ability and conditions, what can I do in this world to make money.'
After spending some time with these Zulu people, Lieutenant Zhong Liang felt that the Zulu people were actually quite obedient and willing to work, but lacked knowledge and understanding. In other words, they were very good servants or tenant farmers. Once the war was over, as long as they could find a way to get land, they could recruit Zulu people to graze and farm. East Africa was not the territory of the Min dynasty, so it would not implement such a strict land policy. What's more, Zhong Liang did not want to get private land. He wanted to get land and then exploit the Zulu labor force. Based on Zhong Liang's judgment of the East African administrative district, he believed that the administrative district government would not interfere in this matter.
No wonder so many people want to be a landlord! Such a thought suddenly crossed Zhong Liang's mind. Then he immediately felt a sense of horror. The biggest enemy and opponent of the Liberation Army in the first 20 years was the landlord force. The landlord was clearly the 'evil' part of the politics of the Min dynasty. Zhong Liang's sense of pride was instantly driven away by the fear formed by the long-term education he had received. Pressing his chest, Zhong Liang said in his heart, "I'm not a landlord, I'm not a landlord. I'm just an agricultural capitalist! "
Zhong Liang could no longer think about the problem after touching a sore spot in his heart. Taking advantage of this drowsiness, he fell asleep. Zhong Liang didn't know how long he had slept, but the gunshot woke him up.
It wasn't the distant line of defense. Someone was firing. The soldier's first thought was to analyze the current situation. The shots had been fired in the city of Pretoria. It was very close to where Zhong Liang was. This thought was like a hot electric current that instantly went from his scalp to the soles of his feet. Zhong Liang jumped up from the bed. Even if his heart was throbbing and flustered. Following the most basic military training, he put on his shoes and tied the shoelaces.
Zhong Liang went to the place where the weapons were placed when he buttoned up and fastened the belt. Once he had completed these basic tasks, he put on his military cap, pistol, and rifle. Then he walked out of the door.
There were already a lot of people on the street. Whether they were Zulu soldiers or Zulu officers, everyone on the street was stunned. This kind of shock made Zhong Liang so angry that he cursed, "All of you, go to the standby area according to the training immediately!"
When the big black brother heard Zhong Liang's terrible Zulu words, a new look of astonishment appeared on his face. Without waiting for Zhong Liang to give another order, someone started shooting at Zhong Liang from the darkness of the street. Several people were hit in an instant, and the screams after the injury caused the originally stunned black brothers to change their state of mind. Some of the black brothers were furious, and with weapons in hand, they moved in the direction of the shooting. It seemed that they wanted to catch the guy who was shooting.
Those who chose to attack were the minority, and those who attacked immediately chose to hide first. More of the black brothers showed that they were at a loss. They stared blankly at the city in the night, confused and helpless.
In the face of this group of black brothers, Zhong Liang also felt confused and helpless in his heart. It was troublesome enough to be suddenly attacked by the enemy in the night. Even for a well-trained unit like the Liberation Army, it was difficult for the drill instructor to do tactical training in this area. After telling everyone some of the main points, the drill instructor said, "If the enemy is allowed to successfully attack, it means that there is a big problem with the army itself. At that time, what everyone has to do is to stabilize the basic level first. "
Zhong Liang remembered that after the drill instructor finished speaking, he added, "Remember, this is a point, not a rule. We, the Liberation Army, must not let ourselves be in such a situation. "
Now that he was in such a situation, Zhong Liang truly understood the horror of such a situation. In the darkness of the night, the troops who dared to attack instantly became almost invisible shadows. Such shadows swayed everywhere, and God knew which were allies and which were enemies.
Thinking of this, Zhong Liang could not help but shiver on such a summer night. He found that he could only stick to the basic points.
"Quick! Follow me! "Zhong Liang no longer hesitated, but shouted at the black brothers.
Hearing Zhong Liang's shout, the black brothers still had a dumbfounded expression on their faces. Zhong Liang did not care what they were thinking, and immediately drove them into action by beating and scolding them. Such violent means worked, and the black brothers began to move under the drive. As if in response to this choice, the shooting in the city began to become more and more intense.
The troops walked forward for a while, and they ran into another unit, led by another China consultant. When Zhong Liang heard the consultant cursing in Zulu with a China accent, the opposite consultant also noticed Zhong Liang's existence. They immediately joined forces and occupied an urban defensive position according to the previous plan, obtaining the most basic barracks.
From time to time, the scattered troops entered the area. After answering the password, new troops began to be incorporated into these defensive positions, and troops began to be sent to the new defensive positions.
Just as the black brothers were about to let a new wave of people enter the defensive area, Zhong Liang shouted angrily, "Wait, let them say the password again!"
The black brothers were stunned. The other side had obviously shouted "we are on the same side" in Zulu. Shouldn't they all be on the same side in this city? The black brothers, who had calmed down a little, could not help but ask, "Sir, haven't they already answered?"
Zhong Liang was so angry that he almost laughed. Suppressing the strong sense of absurdity, he said, "What we want is the password. They didn't answer the password! Ask them for the password again! "
"They already said they are on the same side!" The black brothers were still defending themselves.
Zhong Liang said angrily, "Anyone can say it if they are on the same side. Those white people have been on your side for decades. Many Zulu are slaves on their farms. Do you think they don't know how to speak Zulu? "
This angry shout made the black brothers change their minds a little. The person in front shouted to the outside, "Say the password!"
A moment later, the other side replied, "What do you want us to say? We are on the same side. We are not enemies. Let us in! "
This time, the Black Brothers also felt that something was wrong. Not to mention that the strange pronunciation was very different from the Zulu dialect, the word 'password' was taught to the Zulu by Chinese instructors. It was a pure Chinese pronunciation, which was a new imported word to the Zulu people. The people on the other side did not respond to the word 'password' at all, which was very strange.
"Tell us the password tonight!" The Zulu soldiers became more alert.
"What the hell are you talking about? Let us in! "The other side continued to shout.
Lowering his voice, Zhong Liang ordered, "Let them come in, but don't remove the barbed wire barricade. When they reach the barricade, start fighting! "
"You guys come here!" The Zulu troops began to shout at the people.
Zhong Liang pressed his hand on the holster of his pistol. The leather holster from Sudan was very thick, made of strong material, and the sewing thread used on the leather was thick enough and strong enough. The leather was also quite soft, and there was a reassuring feeling when he pressed his hand on it. With this action, Zhong Liang gained some sense of peace that the battlefield could not provide. He opened his eyes wide and waited to see the enemy appear in a more reliable range.
After waiting for a minute, Zhong Liang felt a little anxious. Did the other side already know that something was wrong and that this was a trap? Just as he was thinking, the silent opposite side suddenly lit up with flames from the muzzle and heard the sound of gunfire. Regardless of how the enemy found out, Lieutenant Zhong Liang immediately shouted, "Return fire!"
After finally starting to fight with a clear enemy, Lieutenant Zhong Liang felt that his mood had inexplicably stabilized. He hid behind the cover and took out his pocket watch from his coat pocket. The luminous needle pointed to 1 o 'clock in the evening, which made the lieutenant very disappointed. Now the sky would not light up until around 5 o 'clock in the morning. It would be after 5: 30 in the morning before the light could clearly distinguish between friend and foe. In the next four hours or so, what kind of battle would this isolated army surrounded by the enemy suffer?
What made Lieutenant Zhong Liang feel somewhat reassured was that there were battles in all parts of the city, and those key points on the periphery that were originally very seriously under construction were still fighting. As long as the enemy did not launch a full-scale attack, the battle would not be one-sided. Fighting at night was very difficult for the Zulu army, and it was also very difficult for the attacking enemy.
At the headquarters, the command system of the advisory group had already begun to send telegrams to the East African troops in Mozambique. Because they did not have the password of the Madagascar military area, they could only send telegrams in the direction of Madagascar in plain text.
The East African troops in Mozambique immediately received the news. Not only were all the troops mobilized, but even Wang Mingshan was called to attend the meeting. The content of the telegram was not so detailed. It simply introduced that the garrison in Pretoria had been attacked and hoped that the East African security forces could be dispatched. This request was normal for the fifty China consultants and scientists in Pretoria, but it was difficult for the East African administrative region.
"Those black people … are unreliable!" Wang Mingshan finally did not directly blame his comrades. Being attacked at night in a solid defense system, the combat effectiveness of the Zulu people was really speechless. It was not that the Liberation Army had not been attacked by the enemy for so many years, but there was really no experience of the enemy breaking through the defensive position.
From the perspective of the East African administrative region, no one was willing to send out a large number of troops. Now there was a lot of discussion on how to deal with the Boers. However, no matter what the discussion was, everyone faced a problem. The Boers now had quite a lot of rifles and bullets to fight. In the battle between the Boers and the British, China also provided a lot of wilderness survival equipment. With these equipment, the Boers' sustained combat effectiveness in the wild had improved a lot. If the East African administrative region had the Boers as an opponent, everyone found that the Boers who gave the British a huge headache could also give the East African security forces a huge headache.
When it came to this problem, Wang Mingshan felt a burst of pain in his heart. He took out his notebook and wrote the words, "I'm caught in my own trap." He then put a parenthesis behind the words. In the bracket, he wrote "How to control the spread of weapons" and added two question marks behind it.
But in the face of such a situation, Wang Mingshan had to deal with it. If the Zulu people and fifty China consultants and technicians were allowed to die in Pretoria, then East Africa would probably have no choice but to fight.
Thinking of this, Wang Mingshan ordered, "First contact our people in Cape Town, let them contact the British immediately, and ask if the British have provided troops in this matter. Tell the British that if they do this, we will make the British suffer! "
"Secretary Wang, you want to expand this war?" The comrades who had always thought that Wang Mingshan was not keen on expanding the scale of the conflict were very surprised.
Wang Mingshan snorted coldly and gave another order, "Send a report to the country, ask the country to contact the Japanese side, hoping to provide 50,000 Japanese. Men and women are not limited. Now we need the Japanese to help us speed up the infrastructure in Africa. Also, tell the country that we don't want Koreans! "
"Why not Koreans?" The younger comrades were a little surprised, but the older comrades nodded slightly.
Wang Mingshan snorted coldly, "The Koreans think they are our slaves, so they have a sense of being the second in command. They don't work hard, but they are very happy to bully the black people. The Koreans who came were all driven back by us. The Japanese know that they want to be slaves, but they can't, and the Japanese are really not prepared to be our slaves. They worked hard in order to earn more money. We don't care about giving them more money, we care about whether they work hard or not! "
The young people could not quite understand this, but they also knew not to go against the East African administrative region's secretary, Wang Mingshan. They did not say anything about this issue. After Wang Mingshan had given these easy to deal with matters, he frowned and asked, "Do you think the Boers will accept peace?"
"The peace that the Boers will accept is probably a peace where everything is restored to its original state," the young cadre in charge of strategic analysis answered simply. As an investigator, he had done a lot of homework on this. "But in the short term, the Boers probably won't ask for control of our gold mine."
After listening to this, Wang Mingshan's expression became clear. He replied coldly, "If we want to restore the original state, we need a lot of money, and I'm afraid those Boers will ask for more. Let's prepare to dispatch the troops. Tell the comrades in Pretoria that we will arrive in about three days. Ask them to take the initiative and hold on no matter what. In addition, tell the Zulu king to send reinforcements to Pretoria. Also, prepare a group of consultants who can manage platoons in the more than 10,000 troops. Tell the Zulu king that if he doesn't let us control the troops in Pretoria, we will withdraw all our consultants. To be able to let the Boers break through the defensive positions at night, these Zulu people must have eaten … What did they grow up on! "
Lieutenant Zhong Liang did not know how he lasted until dawn. What he remembered was that he had made full contact with the consultant team in the troops that had entered the defensive positions. In addition to holding their own positions, they also constantly sent out liaison officers to contact other troops. Finally, there were troops entering every defensive position. When the grass-roots troops began to stabilize their positions, they finally contacted the headquarters. The entire combat system finally recovered.
After learning that although the enemy had infiltrated the city, the troops guarding the peripheral points were still fighting, Zhong Liang finally relaxed. Unknowingly, the sky began to brighten. As soon as it brightened, Zhong Liang saw that the problem was not right. The enemy's military uniform was also khaki, which looked no different from the Zulu uniform. Zhong Liang's first reaction was that there were rebels among the Zulu people.
Whether they were rebels or not, Zhong Liang never intended to let the enemy go. Taking advantage of the daylight, the troops began to kill the enemy in the city. After seeing the enemy's bodies, Zhong Liang found that the problem was even more intriguing. The people who had been killed had high noses and deep eyes, and looked completely different from the Zulu people. Rubbing the skin of the corpses with his hands, he found that they had actually painted their faces with black paint, so they looked dark like black people. Their necks, which had turned red from the sun, proved that they were all white men.
As the sky grew brighter, the troops found that there were less than four or five hundred enemies who had rushed into the city. The white people disguised as Zulu were quickly surrounded, and they stubbornly resisted and refused to surrender. The troops called in mortars, and after a round of shells, the white people immediately raised a white flag.
After interrogating the captives, everyone learned the truth. It turned out that the group of Boers disguised as Zulu happened to see that the China consultant guarding the door was not there, so they used very simple Zulu words to open the door. Because it was really unexpected, this limited number of white troops rushed in. In the battle that followed, the troops that had been stationed on the periphery of the city showed the fighting power that they should have, and the white Boer troops that followed were blocked by the defensive positions at the door.
The crisis was finally over, and Lieutenant Zhong Liang was very happy. However, when he learned that Teacher Weng, who grew vegetables, had been hit by a stray bullet in the battle and was seriously injured, Lieutenant Zhong Liang's mood immediately became sad. Just as everyone was discussing how to deal with the Boers, Wang Mingshan, who was in Nanzhan City, received three telegrams.
The first was naturally that the crisis had been resolved, and the Pretoria troops had solved the problem with their own strength. The second was from China, agreeing to provide information about 50,000 Japanese to East Africa. However, the message said that the proportion of women among them might be relatively large.
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