"William. Butz? ”

"Yes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Americans?"

"German-American."

"Do you have military experience?"

"Spent a few years in the Army. It's cavalry. ”

"The cavalry of the US Army? All right...... Is this your ID? ”

"Yes, definitely. Do you think there is a problem? ”

"No, there isn't." Maxim. Huntscock shook his head slightly, took one last look at the document in his hand, and returned it to its owner. Even so, the apparently somewhat grumpy American volunteer still doesn't seem to be satisfied.

"You're wasting our time! Mind you, it's our time, not my time! Did you know that time is money......

"I'm sorry, Mr. Butz, but it's routine."

"Don't be perfunctory with routine." Butz exclaimed, "My friends and I are here to help you fight the damn British." You can't treat us like that! ”

"I know, sir, I know you and the purpose of your visit, and I appreciate it." Huntscock threw up his hands and explained helplessly, "But as I said, it's just routine - it's my job. ”

"There's no point in your work." Butz continued to shout, "The only meaningful job now is to get us to the front as quickly as possible." Do you understand? We're running out of time! The British are massing their army, two hundred thousand army soldiers, and the battleships of the navy! Fighting could break out again at any moment, and we must rush to the front immediately! ”

"Immediately!" He repeated the phrase again, "The front line needs us." ”

Still extremely helpless, knowing that he could not offend this arrogant American volunteer, Huntscock took another step back. "Of course, I fully understand your feelings and sincerely admire you. Don't worry, Mr. Butz. We will send you and your companions to the front as soon as possible. ”

"Remember, as soon as possible. Don't waste our time anymore. Then Butz stepped back and returned to his companions.

Huntscock let out a long breath, turned his face sideways and smiled wryly at his colleague next to him, and complained, "Nasty Americans." Who does he think he is, the savior? Or should we get down on our knees and plead and be grateful to Him? ”

"Relax, Maxim. He is neither the first nor the last. The colleague replied in a low voice, shrugging his shoulders.

Huntscock understood what he meant: there was no need to be angry at a widespread phenomenon - in fact, a considerable number of volunteers who came to southern Africa either saw themselves as saviors of the Transvaal and Orange, or as a generous handout, and rightly would display their superior arrogance and rudeness at all things, pointing fingers, lashing out, or sneering at all things they were not happy with.

William. Butz was neither the first nor the last.

"You're right." He nodded, but then added, "I don't understand it at all, though." You see, if a German were so arrogant and rude, I would take it for granted, because without the Germans we would not have been able to achieve the victories that have been achieved. But what reason does an American have to do that? I suspect he didn't even spend time in the army at all......"

"Some things don't need a reason." Colleagues said that they were still careless.

"I think everything has its reasons."

"Forget about it. Maxim, no matter how unpleasant he is to you, the American is at least right about one thing, the front needs him and his companions. ”

"Of course, we need them. Otherwise, I would never have tolerated his yelling...... Abominable, self-righteous American cowboy. Huntscock grunted. In the next second, however, he was already worried about the situation - as one already knew, it was rapidly deteriorating.

Although not seen with one's own eyes, it is certain that the successive defeats clearly infuriated the British - not that the Government's plan had failed, as the Government believed, and declared to all, that only two or three painful blows to the British would have forced them to return to the negotiating table and resume diplomatic negotiations on the status of the Boer Republic, and then the Government succeeded in preserving the independence and territorial integrity of the Republic through a single diplomatic victory. The latest news from Europe, which has been confirmed by foreign volunteers who have just arrived in Pretoria, indicates that the British Government has decided to send 200,000 reinforcements to the colonies of southern Africa, and that a Royal Navy fleet is heading for the western Indian Ocean in preparation for a complete blockade of Durban and Lorens Marques.

Once again, the scales that would decide the outcome of the war were in favor of the British. Once the Royal Navy blockaded both ports, and it was a corollary, no navy in the western Indian Ocean could stop the British fleet. The expected catastrophe will soon become a reality. At that time, it will be difficult for new supplies and volunteers to enter the Transvaal and Orange, and the government will have to rely on the strength it has now accumulated to continue the war. Clearly, in the face of a crisis of this magnitude, all the goods and personnel that have arrived in Pretoria are precious assets that must be preserved as much as possible, and must not be given up, let alone refused.

Even if the volunteers who arrived in Pretoria were just a bunch of idiots, they could get the best treatment as long as their limbs were still intact, they could understand the orders of the officers, know how to aim and shoot and not hit their own people.

So. Huntscock returned to reality in frustration. Although the American just now was arrogant and rude, and regarded himself as his boss, he could do more than endure it......

"Hey, buddy!"

"What?" Huntscock was startled by the sudden noise. But even without turning his face back, he could tell that the voice belonged to the object of his curse - and he immediately turned his face back and smiled diplomatically. "What else can I do for you, Mr. Butts?"

"Nothing. I just want to know, when will we get on the train, the train to Durban. "Not an inquiry, a question—at least that's what Butz did.

"Uh......" Huntscock was tempted to tell him that it wasn't his job to buy train tickets for someone else, but Butz's expression made him swallow the words back into his stomach and start over: "I'll arrange it for you as soon as possible, but it will take a little time." ”

He replied with obvious caution, but just as he feared, the roar returned. "Then go! Don't waste time here! ”

"But, Mr. Butz, I still have some work ......"

"Shut up and listen, do you think I don't know what you're talking to your colleague?"

In a game, scaring is always the most effective way. Although Butz didn't know what Huntscock and his colleagues were talking about, how did Huntscock know? And at this point, he didn't have the heart to discern the truth of Butz's intimidation.

"I'll go right away." That's exactly what he meant. Henscock stood up in a panic, and then rushed out as fast as he could.

The overly frightened clerk had used all his strength—and to a greater extent, of course, the Boer desperate need for foreign volunteers because of the dire situation was the real reason—in short, after only two hours, the whole of the Wild Goose Death Squad was on a train bound for Durban, the best carriage. It was only then that the mercenaries could relax and celebrate their first victory.

Of course, Butz was honored to play the lead role in this small celebration: his performance was a huge success, scaring a Boer with just a few ferocious rants and making him do a job that he was not responsible for.

"Well done!" The mercenaries took turns hugging their heroes—though they all believed that since they were all quick gunners who were accustomed to talking with guns and bullets, they could do it just as well as anyone else—but at this moment, it was a credit he deserved.

"You've done a great job." For the first time, Kildener praised Butz, "I never thought you could do so well. ”

"Oh, in fact I'm such a fierce fellow, a villain." Butz smirked, then modestly said, "However, it is Mr. Moritz who we should be thankful for." After all, it was a plan he came up with. ”

"It's a little funny." Moritz remained as careless as he always was, and never forgot to play up the dangerous atmosphere, "You see, this is just the beginning. The real difficulty awaits us at Leddy Smith, and the operation can fail at any moment due to a slight omission. ”

The mercenaries, who were still celebrating their victory, immediately fell silent. Everyone sat back in their seats, and then focused on Moritz. Half condemnation, half inquiry.

"Do you have a plan in mind?" Kildener asked.

"I have a couple of plans." "But which one to use will only be decided when we get to our destination." ”

"Maybe you can come up with your plan and let's ...... together"

Kildener didn't finish his sentence. On the one hand, Moritz's expression showed that he was unwilling to reveal his plans, and on the other hand, the mercenaries had two unexpected guests. The two Boer officers suddenly pushed the door open and entered, and then stood there, carefully surveying everyone in the carriage while talking in a whisper. Kildena began to get nervous: Could it be that the Boers had noticed something? He quietly looked at Moritz without any special reaction.

He's so calm. Kildena couldn't help but feel envious. It was at this point that the Boer officers had finished their conversation and sat down at random place, and then one of them turned to the nearest mercenary. "You are said to be volunteers from the United States?"

"American Volunteers." The mercenary nodded.

"You're going to Durban?" Before the mercenary could reply, Officer Boer's eyebrows furrowed, and he continued, "The rest of the American volunteers have gone to Kimberley." I think you guys should go there too. ”

Kildena walked over. "What do you mean?"

"We just don't think you're fit to go to Durban." In place of his colleague, another officer replied, "There are no Americans there, and the fighting will be fierce." The British would throw their main forces there, as well as the support of the navy's warships. ”

"We're here to take part in the fiercest battles, not to hide in a safe place and watch the excitement." Kildener said.

"The fighting on the Kimberley front is just as fierce......," said the second officer, who apparently had no intention of tacting, though the second officer apparently had no intention of doing so. To put it bluntly, "his gaze swept over each mercenary, "the Durban front needs the best soldiers and the most elite troops, and soldiers like you Americans are not suitable there." ”

"You think we're not good enough?"

"At least the way you look now doesn't fit the standards of a good soldier." The officer said harshly, "The vast majority of American volunteers are like this, free, loose, and undisciplined." Even the worst soldiers in my unit are better than you......"

He babbled and criticized Kildena as to why he made these remarks if he was an officer in the Boer army. Wasn't he at all worried about the collective evacuation of American volunteers from southern Africa? Of course, judging by his statements, this guy and his colleagues did not like the Americans staying in the Transvaal at all...... But this is completely different from the attitude of the Boers in general. What the hell is going on?

Kildener pondered, but Moritz had figured it out.

"It's German." He whispered to Butz, "Get ready." ”

"Prepare what?" Butz didn't understand.

But in the next second, he had figured it out. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )