In a residence on the outskirts of Kimberley, a tall, handsome Bond points to a hand-drawn map to explain.

Rhodes's South African company was a monster, relying on the Queen's charter to have the military and administrative powers, and to prop up the umbrella of its really profitable diamond and gold mining companies. Kimberley is actually a mining town with no city walls at all, and it is managed by a South African company entrusted by the British. At the heart of the city is a four-storey office building for the South African company, next to which is a three-story dormitory building for the company's police force. Outside, there are some shops such as shops and other commercial service stores, and the Kimberley train station, and the outermost is a residential area for company employees and freelance miners. Rhodes invented the miners' yard system, and most of the miners in his mines were miners imprisoned in the miners' yards, with no personal freedom, and were imprisoned by the company police with guns, and mined under the foreman's whip.

"The Kimberley had 300 white and 600 black mine policemen, and the Barron Expeditionary Force drew most of them, only about 200 returned. At present, there are 200 white mine policemen in the city, and other black soldiers are sent to guard the mines. A group of several hundred black recruits had recently been recruited from Bechuana, but they had only just begun training and had no combat effectiveness at all. ”

Liang Hong listened carefully to Bond's explanation, asking a question or two from time to time.

"You say the white mine cops live in dormitory buildings?"

Liang Hong stared at a photo of a small red brick building on the table, and during the day he went to the South African company building to inspect the terrain, and the dormitory building of the mine police unit was stuck at the intersection. If there is a firefight in the mining company building, it is likely that the mine police will block the way out of the dormitory, so this problem must be solved first.

"Yes, they all live in the building."

"Is this building sturdy?"

"It's very strong, it's made of red brick and cement, and the walls are two bricks thick."

The two-brick wall is very strong, but fortunately there were no reinforced concrete residential buildings in this era, and the French had just invented the use of reinforced concrete to build bridges and sidewalks, but no one had yet used them to build houses for human habitation. Liang Hong and the others brought 20 kilograms of Xindana, and he roughly estimated that 10 kilograms was enough to blow up the entire building and bury all the people inside.

"Is this heavily defended?" He asked again.

"It's very strict, there is a curfew at night in this area, and you are not allowed to approach."

It seems that there is only a sneak attack. Their melee ability is still relatively weak, and they can only rely on the grenades they brought, and they bought 6 Mauser C96 semi-automatic pistols with a ten-round magazine through Fennia. His dealings with Fennia's new Dana had expanded to three thousand pounds a week, and he had captured almost all the large foreign-owned mines near Johannesburg.

"Hurry up and rest and act at night."

Although the operation was a bit risky, Liang Hong did not intend to back down.

May 22, 1898, the third day of the fourth lunar month.

After cutting off the cable and telegraph lines on the outskirts of the city, Liang Hong's squad quietly entered the Kimberley city. Outside the dormitory building of the mine police unit, they have been lurking for a long time.

In the binoculars, sentry with rifles walked back and forth. It has entered winter, the minimum temperature has reached below zero, and if you stand outside for a long time, the cotton military uniform will also be cold.

He saw the sentry walk to the nearby tree and bend over for a long time. This posture is very abnormal, no, there is a dark whistle, Liang Hong was immediately alert. Sure enough, the fire flickered, and the sentry struck a match and lit a cigarette. Then there was a little light behind the tree, which should be a dark whistle smoking.

Now what Liang Hong needs to solve is how to kill the light and dark sentinels at the same time without making a sound.

"I'll go over to Hora, and if it doesn't work, we'll retreat immediately." Liang Hong lowered his voice.

"Hora, when you go to deal with the sentinel, just pretend to be a native who doesn't understand the language, remember not to move, don't show the crossbow first, or the other party will shoot at you."

It wasn't until he saw Hora nodding to indicate that he understood, that Liang Hong was a little relieved.

"I'll deal with the sentry first, and then Hora will do it again, and you will shoot together."

There were two other special team members who came first, and the crossbow arrows were all poisoned arrows made by Hora, mixed with powerful snake venom and anesthetic, and they could almost seal their throats with blood.

Liang Hong made a big detour and outflanked the big tree where the dark post was. Slipping all the way to the last hideout, Hora came out. According to the prior rehearsal, swaggering is like getting lost, and the well-wound crossbow arrows hang behind the back.

"Stop," the sentry shouted, pulling the bolt in his hand.

“#￥%……&@。”

Hora speaks an authentic indigenous dialect, a San language similar to Nama. He didn't go any further, he just stood still.

The sentry gestured at Hora with a gun, but fortunately he didn't shoot, otherwise Liang Hong would have lost the bet. The movement here should be able to attract the attention of the dark whistle, and taking this opportunity, Liang Hong quickly touched it.

Less than twenty meters away, the dark sentry lying in the dead grass heard the movement and turned his head to look behind him.

With a clatter, the crossbow machine was activated, soaked in potions, and the sharp steel arrows turned jet black, and the crossbow arrows shot out were like elves traveling through the dark night. When the naked eye saw that the black light was approaching, it was too late to shout out, and the crossbow arrow was shooting at the throat. Struggling, wanting to touch the gun and pull the trigger, Liang Hong couldn't care about hiding his figure anymore, and smashed out the empty crossbow.

The other side is also starting to kick in. Seeing Liang Hong doing it, Hora pulled the crossbow from his back to the front, and before he could launch it, two crossbow arrows had already been shot out behind him. Three crossbow arrows pierced the vital point, enough to make this sentry more neat than the dark sentry was killed.

The three-story mine police dormitory stood quietly in the dark night, and the white mine policemen inside were sleeping soundly, and the whole building was like a drunken giant, powerful but unfortified. The door of the building was not latched, and Liang Hongshun slipped in. The duty room in the door was lit with gas lights, and the mine policeman on duty was napping on the table.

Feeling that someone had come in, the mine policeman on duty raised his head and saw the figure in front of him shaking, and the shiny dagger was exceptionally large. The sharp dagger slit his throat, his open mouth was tightly covered, and he lost consciousness forever.

The duty room is next to the door of the building, in the center of the whole building, and Liang Hong thinks this place is good. The bundled ten kilograms of New Dana were placed in the corner of the duty room, and the fuse was led outside along the window. Swaggered out of the door, came to the window on the first floor and lit the fuse, and immediately spread his legs and ran wildly. As soon as I ran to the back of the courtyard wall and squatted down, I heard an earth-shattering loud noise, and the three-story small building was like a hollow tower built by dominoes, which fell violently and turned into a pile of rubble.

There was an uproar, and the glass of the South African company building opposite broke and fell, making Liang Hong glad that he didn't choose to run to the back of the building just now to hide.

"What's wrong?"

"What's going on?"

"Wow, God, that's the building across the street!"

Several white men ran out of the building, some with weapons in their hands, pistols, wooden sticks, and wine bottles.

"Boers, Boers are coming!"

Liang Hong shouted and ran towards the group.

"Stop, where are the Boers?"

"How many Boers are there?"

His shout immediately attracted everyone's attention, and in front of everyone's eyes, the yellow natives who ran towards him suddenly pulled out two short guns from their waists, the latest Mauser pistols produced in Germany.

The two hands open the bow left and right, and the first person to shoot is the guy with the gun in his hand. Semi-automatic pistols, with each pull of the trigger, a cartridge casing pops out of the bolt. Liang Hong turned his head to dodge the wine bottle thrown over, and with a quick shot, knocked over the last guy.