"Maybe I made a mistake. Pen %Fun %Cabinet www.biquge.info" Butz muttered.

The sound was small, and everyone's ears were filled with the loud noise of the train moving forward, so theoretically only he could hear it - but in reality, the mercenary sitting next to him heard it anyway, and turned to look at him strangely. "Wrong? What do you mean? ”

Butz glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. "It dawned on me that I shouldn't have accepted this task."

"It's weird." The mercenary said, half mocking, "If my memory is not wrong, yesterday you were the first to change your mind and express your greater pleasure in participating in the operation." ”

"So I said, I made a mistake." Butz said calmly, ignoring the superfluous.

The mercenaries began to laugh loudly, attracting the two sleepy mercenaries sitting opposite. The two men were confused for a moment before asking what had happened to make him so pleasant, and the mercenary immediately told Butz's strange behavior as a joke.

Of course, as he expected, the two mercenaries were also amused.

"Oh, dear William," they said together, "what an interesting fellow you are. ”

"You guys, just smirk now." Butz seemed enraged and replied, "But one day, you'll regret it too." And I wish I had been watching from the sidelines. ”

The curse worked—but in the exact opposite of what was expected. The three mercenaries laughed even more happily, drawing the attention of every mercenary in the carriage to them. Soon, Kildena came over.

"What are you laughing at?" He questioned sternly.

"That's right, sir." One mercenary explained, "Mr. Butz is regretting participating in this operation. And in the end, he declared, we will regret it too. ”

"Is that really the case?" Kildener's tone was harsher.

"Yes, sir." The other two mercenaries did not hesitate.

"I didn't ask you." Kildener stared at the perpetrator, "Mr. Butts, do you regret participating in the operation?" ”

He was so stern that he smacked of ferocity. Butz hesitated, but nodded. "That's true, sir."

In this moment, Kildener remembered his father: if the old guy had been here, and had been the commander of this force, he would have thrown Butz out of the train. But Kildener wasn't his father - at least not yet.

"You should rejoice, Mr. Butz." He issued a warning, then slowed his tone, "But I'm curious, what exactly are you worried about?" ”

Kildener was curious: according to Butz's file, apart from complaining, he was a brilliant mercenary who participated in every combat operation except the Battle of Cuba, never showing fear or hesitation, let alone flinching - so what was it that made him reluctant to participate in this rescue operation?

Is the remuneration not high enough, or is it ......

"Don't you think our mission is dangerous, sir?" Butz asked rhetorically.

"It's dangerous." Kildener does not deny the difficulty of the task - but difficulty is never a problem, and there are technical means to reduce it. "But Mr. Balthasar has already conveyed to us the specific course of action developed by the Pentagon......"

Butz sighed. "That's exactly what I'm afraid of."

The Pentagon's course of action is the most dangerous part of the whole operation: I don't know what whimsical military adviser had the bad idea, the mercenaries participating in the operation would openly enter the Transvaal under the guise of American volunteers, and then, depending on the circumstances, either continue to play American volunteers or disguise themselves as German soldiers, go to Ladysmith and infiltrate the prisoner of war camp to search for and rescue the British journalist who had unfortunately become a prisoner of war, Winston. Mr. Churchill finally withdrew to the colony of the Eastern Cape - so that when Kildener was ordered to select his men, the company prepared for him only a file of mercenaries of German origin.

Plans have been made a long time ago, and they have certainly been discussed, analyzed, and revised. However, Butz believes that the company's military advisers still ignore a problem: although the mercenaries who participated in the operation were all of German origin, could speak fluent and accented German, and looked better suited to impersonate Germans than others, none of them could pose, and there was no chance of posing for them.

"When I was in China, I met officers and soldiers of the German Expeditionary Force." "In normal times, they're completely different from us," he said...... I mean, even if we were wearing the same uniform as the Germans, it would be easy for others to identify us. ”

"I know what you mean," Kildener nodded, "they're real soldiers, and we look like militia no matter how you look at them." ”

"So how do we disguise ourselves as German soldiers?"

"It's better to disguise yourself as a German soldier than as a Boer militiaman." Kildener shrugged, "After all, we don't speak the language of the Boers." ”

"You're missing the point, Commander." "The real problem is that if we disguise ourselves as German soldiers, and others can see it at a glance, the operation will be over, and then we can go to the prisoner of war camp and be with Mr. Churchill as a ......."

"That can't be."

Butz turned his face to look at the man who had suddenly interjected—the other of the two men in black, Günther. Moritz, who was also involved in the operation, was in charge of bringing everyone to Leddy Smith, and retreating, who had not been in the carriage even a minute before. Butz thought, then shook his head, kicking the irrelevant question out of his head. "You think we won't be seen by the Boers?"

If that's the case, it's good news, though Butz doesn't think it's possible......

Of course, it really can't be. But Moritz meant another. "I want to remind you that if we reveal our identities, the Boers will simply kill us instead of sending us to a prisoner of war camp."

"If we surrender?" Someone asked.

"It makes no difference." Moritz sneered, "You must understand that we are just a private army hired by the Duke of Marlborough, not the British army, nor on behalf of the British government. Don't expect the Boers to treat you like prisoners of war. And, "after a pause, he went on to say: "If someone is caught, the Pentagon will refuse to recognize his ties to the company, and Washington will refuse to recognize him as an American citizen." ”

The buzz immediately rang out.

"Obviously, I was right to be worried, I made a serious mistake." Butz sighed, with a bitter look on his face.

Several mercenaries shouted in agreement.

"Mr. Moritz, do we still have a chance to quit?" A cautious, cautious voice came from the corner.

"At the next station, people who intend to exit can get off." Moritz replied, with a little complaint, "You know, I've always thought there were a lot of people involved. ”

"A little too much?" Kildena couldn't understand it at all: many? He always thought that there were too few people.

"That's true." "Rescuing a prisoner of war from a prisoner of war camp is like rescuing a convict in the most heavily guarded prison, and it only takes a few people to rescue a prisoner, and thirty-one people greatly increases the chances of an operation failing: it is difficult to keep it secret, and it is easy to be exposed." And ......"

"And what?"

"The total gratuity for this operation is £25,000 and will not change. In other words, the fewer people who participate, the more remuneration can be shared. ”

"And what about the dead?" Gradually, the mercenaries gathered around.

"Those who died in action can still be honorariated. Only those who voluntarily quit the action, their share will be given to others. ”

Before Moritz could finish speaking, Butz sadly discovered that the mercenaries, who had just begun to consider quitting the operation, had changed their minds again, and at the same time had turned their minds on the others—in fact, himself. Now the mercenaries are all on the same mind: it is better for others to quit and stay for themselves, at least not to let the reward they give up fall into someone else's pocket.

Moritz in particular, had pockets, if he was right, he had taken more than everybody, a thousand pounds.

"Despicable guy." Butz said in his heart.

Noticing the expressions of the mercenaries, Moritz smiled secretly and happily, then raised his voice slightly. "Looks like you've changed your mind again. Then you should understand that the difficulty of the rescue operation has not changed at all. Of course, "he stopped again and reminded everyone of his boss, Qin Lang - this is his habit." "If you follow my command, I can guarantee that it will succeed."

"What guarantees do you rely on?" Now it's Kildenner's turn to question.

"I can't tell you right now, Commander, but you'll know then." Moritz replied.

Again, this deliberately mysterious way of speaking. Kildener frowned imperceptibly: Did the people sent by the Pentagon have to imitate the boss? There is no doubt that the boss has many merits that are worthy of imitation by all, but the way he speaks is definitely not included in them.

Yet, as if completely unaware of his complaints, Moritz had returned to his place and pulled out a novel—the name of which Kildener had noticed, and The War of the Worlds—and flipped to a page at random.

Then he stopped, and turned back to look at the mercenaries who were still gathered together.

"By the way, there's one more thing," he said lightly, "and the boss has given our unit a name...... Code name. ”

"What codename?"

"Wild Goose Death Squad."

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Note: The language of the Boers is the Afrikaner developed from Dutch (to be continued, if you want to know what happened next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )