Kildena was annoyed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is easy to understand: as soon as he lay down in bed, and before he fell asleep, the mercenaries in charge of the guard called him up, because a Boer army was surrounding the farm. Elberth. Captain Piet - Who else but him? The answer was completely obvious - praise the devil, this damned madman had interrupted his sleep again, but it was what he desperately needed and had been waiting for for a long time.

To be sure, the vast majority of people will not react better than he does in this situation - his teammates will react much worse than he does. Although Kildener was annoyed, he could still think about tactics rationally, and the other mercenaries only had one voice left in their heads: kill Piette, kill the Boer soldiers he brought, kill them all, and then they can get rid of the trouble caused by these guys forever.

Now is the time!

While Kildener was secretly angry, the mercenaries agreed, but they still had to be approved, so one person was singled out to apply - Butts, of course, was the mouse who was singled out to tie the cat with a bell. Clearly, he is well suited for this task.

Because he never felt like he was a mouse.

"What are we waiting for, Commander?" Butz plays the role he often plays, a fanatical and impulsive militant and an agent of others, "Let's go out and tear all those pesky Boolean scraps to shreds......

Kildener gave him a fierce look and a stern warning. "When I think the time is right, I'll give you orders, Mr. Butz. Now, keep your mouth shut and wait patiently. ”

Then, he dropped Butz and turned his head back to look at Moritz. "What do you see?"

"Nothing." Moritz shook his head and let go of his hand to let the curtain fall back into its original position, "There is no moonlight tonight, and you can't see anything as long as you are more than fifty yards away." ”

"Great—how many Boers do you think there are out there?"

"One hundred, or one hundred and fifty. But I can't be sure that our Captain Piette still retains some strength as a reserve. ”

"So we're trapped?" Kildener asked.

Moritz nodded and laughed. "The Boers too. We can't see their deployment, and they don't know where we are. ”

"So?"

"Since we don't have enough information, let's stay here and give the initiative to the Boers. As long as we let them hit some nails, the situation will be deadlocked. At that point, we'll think about our next move. After a pause, he continued, "If we can delay until daytime, we win." ”

"Are you sure?" Kildena can't be sure. In some cases, delaying tactics have worked well, but they do not seem to be present - the relief force has no reserves, no reinforcements, and there does not appear to be any British troop activity in the vicinity. Delaying until daylight may have only one benefit: to show the Boer deployment in full view. However, this benefit may not lead to more meaningful tactical advantages.

Of course, who knows? It is now several hours before the sun rises, and only God knows what will happen to the situation. But......

Kildener shrugged. Moritz's plan may not have been perfect, but for now, it seems that there is no better plan - if there is, he will know it.

"Well," he said, "we are here waiting for the Boers to attack." ”

"It's not like Umbrella's style at all......" Butz protested. However, before he could say more, Kildener and Moritz joined forces to force him to swallow back all the words that followed.

"Umbrella's style is to never engage in a fight that could result in serious casualties." "We are just mercenaries, and we go to war to make money, not to play with our lives," Kildener said. Then he turned his gaze back to Moritz again, "There is a problem we have to prepare for in advance, if Piet decides to set a fire on the farm and burn us down......"

"That's not a nuisance, Commander." Moritz replied with a smile, looking at Butz, "You haven't killed our master yet, have you?" ”

"They're still in the basement."

"Take them to the living room." His next words were to Kildener, "If Captain Piet intends to set fire or storm, we will use them as shields." ”

"Do you think our Captain Piet might change his mind because of this?" Kildener asked rhetorically, watching Butz out of the corner of his eye as he walked out of the room.

"There is a woman and three small children here. I'm sure he'll change his mind. ”

"If he didn't ......"

"Then we are dead—I believe that Captain Piet will not accept our surrender. As for the breakout, if it were really feasible, we wouldn't have to talk about the Boer arson here, would we? ”

Moritz deliberately used a flat, nonchalant tone, and his voice was low, but enough to make every mercenary who heard it feel that his body was becoming cold with fear. No one, including Kildener, was willing to die on an unknown farm in the Natal colony.

There is no doubt that they will all die, someday, but not now—not yet.

"He'd better change his mind." Kildener reached out and lifted the curtain a little, peering out the window through the gap. It was still pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly, and the Boer soldiers who were hiding in the darkness did not move at all. Maybe they're still adjusting their deployment, maybe they're ready and waiting for Piette's orders......

But one way or another, the battle is about to begin. Kildener took two deep breaths in quick succession and gesticulated to the mercenary behind him. "Be prepared. The Boers might just be—"

He was interrupted by the sudden burst of heavy gunfire, and then several bullets flying past his body, as well as fragments of window glass, forced him to quickly flee from that position, hiding behind an overturned desk. Kildener believed that at least a hundred and fifty Mauser rifles were firing at the house - not far from what Moritz had guessed - and it was evident that Piet's patience had been as great as that of the mercenaries had vanished without a trace during the four days of chase and fighting, so much so that he had used the lion's share of force from the start.

And it is also obvious that the captain really had no intention of containing the prisoners.

"He wants to kill us all." Kildener grunted, rolled over, turned into a position with his back to the table, and shouted at maximum volume: "Don't fire!" Until the Boers come out of the darkness, all do not fire! ”

"What if the Boers just don't leave the darkness that protects them?" Someone asked.

"Then you will remain silent until they come out." Kildener replied, then added: "Don't worry, the crazy Boers will always run out." ”

"I've never done anything that I couldn't shoot back." Another mercenary called.

"Then you can try your hand at being a target now, man."

Kildener tilted his head to the other side, looked at Moritz hiding behind the sofa, and asked him in a low voice, "What do you think of my arrangement?" ”

Moritz didn't seem to hear the question, and he focused his energies on another question. "Where are our hostages? Hell, I want them now...... Butz! He cried out, "Bring someone here!" ”

Butz did not answer. He was in the basement and could not hear Moritz - of course, even if he wasn't there, the noise made by the Boers would be enough to drown it out. Perhaps fearing that approaching the farmstead would expose them to return fire, or perhaps a desire to take revenge on the bastards who had killed their countless colleagues in the most violent way possible, Piette's soldiers showed an unusually good interest in shooting. They fired as hard as they could, not bothering to aim or care what they were hit, but just firing bullet after bullet as if they were going crazy, and then feeling that the exhaustion that had been bothering them had turned into excitement - the effect of adrenaline, but no one knew.

The Boer soldiers enjoyed the sensation and increased the frequency of their fire, bringing it to the limit of the Mauser bolt rifle: ten rounds per minute. And for the next three minutes, the soldiers maintained this pace until Piette asked them to stop.

"Enough!" The captain then ordered, "Second Lieutenant Waldman's platoon from the front door, and Second Lieutenant Seitz's platoon from the back door, occupy the house." The rest of the people covered. ”

The two platoons that received the order immediately went into action - an experimental operation. Two sergeants each led a squad at the front of the line, while the others kept a distance of about ten yards from them. They quickly rushed to the building occupied by the enemy, approaching the front and rear doors, acting with a palpable caution.

However, the caution of the Boer soldiers did not bring them good luck. As soon as they were out of the protection of the darkness, bullets followed. The mercenary's shooting was fast and accurate, with the two sergeants being shot first, followed by their soldiers. By the time the Boer soldiers in charge of the cover opened fire and forced the mercenaries to find cover again, fifteen of the two infantry squads had already been left in place, some forever, and some looked like they would be left there forever.

If no one pulls them back.

"Cover me." One of the soldiers shouted, handed his rifle to his colleague, and rushed as fast as he could to the nearest wounded.

He managed to run to the wounded, successfully picked them up, and then, a bullet drilled into his forehead with great accuracy.

"Oh, no!" Someone exclaimed, but the second brave soldier was already on his way - of course, he was left where he was after a few seconds by the bullets fired by the mercenary.

The Boer soldiers' shots became fierce again, drowning out almost every window that the mercenaries could exploit. Under such a strong cover, more people were thrown into the rescue operation. However, when they leave the darkness where they are hiding and are completely exposed to the faint light of the stars, they will immediately become the target of mercenaries. Under the precise firepower of professional murderers, these valiant soldiers trying to rescue their comrades simply quickly joined the piles of motionless corpses that were accumulating on the ground.

By the time Piet noticed this grossly immoral state of affairs, which was completely contrary to the traditional rules of engagement, he had lost a platoon of soldiers forever.

"Stop the action, leave the wounded soldiers alone!" He shouted above the deafening roar of the dense fire.

"We can't give up our compatriots, Captain. We must rescue ......"

"Before any of them are saved by you, you are already with God!" Piette roared almost hysterically, waving his hands to tell everyone how irritable and angry he was right now. At such times, both officers and soldiers knew that they should try to stay away from him.

Unfortunately, now they can't get away from him, or he will become more irritable and angry. Fortunately for the misfortune, however, Piette's wrath was poured out on the enemy hiding in the house.

"Well, since these guys who are supposed to go to hell have repeatedly used despicable means......" Piet suddenly turned to Sergeant Hoffmann, startling him; But his orders were even more striking. "Sergeant, go collect everything you can find that can be lit."

"You want to burn those people along with Paul and his house?" A voice screamed from behind them in horror. The captain turned and saw that the farmer who had brought him here was looking at him with a panicked expression. "Captain, Paul and his family are still there."

"I doubt it, sir." "Consider the despicability of our enemy, I fear that your friend and his family have ......," said Piette.

He didn't finish, but the farmer knew what he meant. "It can't be."

"I suggest you better accept the fact, sir, that we have encountered the most cruel and despicable enemy, not like a soldier but like a group of well-trained bandits. They won't ......"

"Captain Piette!" Another sound passed through the roar of the rifle and entered Piet's ears. The voice had become rather faint, but the Captain immediately recognized that it belonged to the thief Hans. The hateful guy of Captain Beth Wenger's identity. "I suggest that we cease fire immediately."

Cease fire? An interesting suggestion that has never been, and should never be. Pierte raised an eyebrow. Although he did not intend to accept the captives, he was intrigued by the intentions of the gang in the room. After a little thought, he ordered the soldiers to stop shooting.

It was not an official ceasefire, but if the shooting did not stop for a moment, Piet believed that there was no way he could talk to the impostor Captain Beswinger: the gunfire would drown out his voice, or interfere with it, and make the people in the room misunderstand what he really meant.

Then he shouted, "What do you want to do?" Planning to surrender? ”

"No, I'm just asking you to stop attacking."

Not a surrender? Just asking to stop the offensive? Piette thought the request was ridiculous. "I don't understand, how could you think I'm going to accept your request. Of course, you have some advantages, but overall, I still have the initiative......"

"I have hostages." Moritz responded, "A couple of men, a couple of women, and a few children. If you refuse to accept my request, I will order my men to shoot a hostage every ten minutes until you accept my request or we kill all the hostages. ”

"You bastard! Savage bandits! I'm going to hang you all! Piette roared hysterically, feeling his lungs explode. Taking women and children hostage and threatening to shoot them? Only a barbarian would resort to such a shameless method. "You and your people really deserve hell!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Captain, but I'm sure I'm in hell with me."

"You ......"

"Captain." The farmer poked Piette and whispered to him, "Those men should have only five hostages." Paul, his wife, and his three children. ”

"Five?" Piette was stunned for a moment. Still, after he recovered, his expression and feelings remained unchanged - and his situation was the same. "Do you think they won't turn the threat into reality with only five hostages?"

"No, Captain." The farmer shook his head. "I'm just reminding you that if you reject their advice, my friend and his family will immediately become victims."

"Then you think I should accept the enemy's threat?" Piette stared at the farmer, and his stern gaze forced him to take a few steps back. But he soon bravely met him again. "If you refuse and five civilians die, Captain, it will lower your reputation and will also cause the Dutch inhabitants of Natal and the Cape to lose confidence in the Transvaal army. Even a little bit I think would be extremely harmful. ”

"You want to threaten me too?"

"I'm just stating a fact." After waiting for a while, seeing that Piet had no new expression, the farmer boldly continued: "On the other hand, Captain, those vile bandits are surrounded by you. They are asking for a ceasefire just to stall for time, but even if you accept their demands, they won't find a chance to escape, and you can still wipe them out completely. ”

"And we can get time to adjust our deployments, to rest our soldiers, and to request reinforcements." Sergeant Hoffman joined, "And our wounded, Captain......"

Piette remained brooding. He admits that there is some plausibility to the logic of the sergeant and Hoffman; He also acknowledged that asking soldiers to attack forcibly regardless of the lives of civilians, especially a woman and three children, would undermine their morale - although it could also boost their morale. In the end, after getting into a lot of trouble, he really shouldn't get into new trouble and take even moral responsibility for the deaths of a few civilians.

"Maybe I should take those guys' requests......" Finally, he looked up at the farmer and the sergeant, "but I have one more thing to do." ”

He raised his voice and shouted: "I can order a ceasefire, but I must first confirm the condition of the hostages." ”

"Yes." Moritz replied.

After a while, the front door opened. The farmer, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face and had obviously eaten a lot of fists, came out with a child in his arms and a kerosene lamp, and then stopped at the door, followed by his wife, also holding a child and holding the last one. They just stood there, trembling, but didn't dare to make any more movements, and finally, about thirty seconds later, were pulled back by the mercenaries hiding behind the door.

"What do you think of it now, Captain?"

"Okay, let's ceasefire." Piette concluded, "You have to keep them safe. ”

"Of course, I'll keep them safe." Moritz assured, then turned back to Kildener and smiled, "I said the threat would work. ”

"Luckily, our Mr. Captain was not trained in the company's training camp." Kildener remembered what he had learned in training camp to "never negotiate with terrorists", and if Piet knew the rule and decided to abide by him, it would have been really bad. "Thank God."

"You should thank the boss." Moritz walked up to him, "Now we reassign the deployment, there are still a few hours until dawn, we can rest for a while." ”

"Speaking of rest, Moritz, I can't help but think of our client, Mr. Churchill." Kildener pointed to the ceiling, where Churchill was in the bedroom, "You see, we were shooting and shouting with the Boers just now, and yet he was still able to sleep, and he didn't even get up to ask what was going on. Moritz, I wonder how he did it. ”

"There's always something special about the big guys." Moritz shrugged. He didn't want to care about Churchill's sleep, because there was already a lot of things to worry about compared to this trivial problem. And, in fact, it was a good thing that Churchill didn't get up: it didn't distract people from answering his questions or preventing him from getting involved in the fight. "You know, my biggest concern is that customers are making unnecessary requests."

"You're right." Kildener thought for a moment and turned his attention away from Churchill. "I'm going to distribute the team ...... like this"

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