Galby felt as if he had had had a long dream, drifting in the sky and flying, and now finally fell back to the ground.

The wound was in intense pain, and someone seemed to be reopening the wound, deliberately stirring every sensitive nerve to let the pain go straight to the bone marrow. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyes seemed to be glued and he couldn't open them.

"Jubert, don't move, I'm cleaning your wounds."

A woman's voice sounded in my ears, a little familiar, quite gentle, but I couldn't remember who it was. Call his surname and should know himself.

With his eyes closed, his fingers curled and hooked on the bed board beneath him. The man began to stitch up the wound, a little rough, it shouldn't be the woman just now. He could clearly feel the stinging pain of the steel needle as it pierced into the flesh, and he could even feel the needle thread running through the muscles.

Someone wiped his forehead with a towel, very gently, it must have been a woman's hand. Sure enough, that gentle voice sounded again.

"Bear with it a little longer, and you'll be fine."

"Boy, this time it's your fate, the British's rotten rifle shot through directly."

The old man's voice was more familiar, and he suddenly remembered that it was the voice of old Blind, and their Northern Mounted Police station was close to Old Blind's farm. That woman, presumably the widow of the Blinder family, Jenina, was not very beautiful, but she looked quite feminine.

He should have been rescued by old Blind, and he survived, but his brothers, his companions, were ten people. Galby's nose was a little sour, and he knew that those people might never be there.

The intense pain made him mentally unconscious, and before he lost consciousness, Gharby's eyes appeared on the face of a woman, and there was only one belief in his mind, to live and take revenge.

Liang Hong didn't know what the fleeing officer was thinking at the moment, otherwise he would regret even more that he didn't shoot decisively. The tragic Lee Enfield rifle has a strong penetrating force and a stable trajectory, and the most likely to form a penetrating wound. The British were also distressed by this, and it was not until the devilish dummmy bullet that they made up for the shortcomings, and it was not long before it was banned by the Hague Convention.

The deal in Rustenburg went well. Delivery, inspection, the other party grabbed Xindana in his hand and moved it, and even tasted it with his tongue, the scene was like a white-faced transaction in later generations. Both sides were satisfied with the outcome of the transaction, Liang Hong got a thousand pounds of real money, and the new Dana handed over was also in good condition and weighty. The two parties agreed to trade again in a week, and the quantity was tentatively the same as before.

Before leaving, Liang Hong also deliberately walked around Letensburg, where the precious metal platinum is produced, and now the price of platinum is much lower than gold, I don't know what the system purchase price is, and I need to ask Xiaobai after going back. He saw that many mines were abandoned, and that it was better to mine more valuable gold for the same amount of effort. Many of the mines here are said to be mainly resale properties, and Douglas said the ore currently mined here is about less than 10 ounces per tonne of platinum.

Of the three wounded fighters, the most seriously wounded did not survive the night. The other two, Liang Hong stayed in Letensburg, taken care of by the people of the Fenian Society, and took them back during the next transaction. The cyborg is silent and tight-mouthed, except for the missionary, and he is not worried about revealing the secrets of the base.

On the way back, the car was familiar with the road, and the group spread the strength of the horses, and even the Basutuo horse, which was used as a pack horse, also ran. When the sun was about to set, Liang Hong and the others were already very close to the base. Standing upright on a horse, you can see the new town on the edge of the prairie in the distance. Billowing smoke from the chimneys of several workshops hung over the base like dark rain clouds in the sky. It's almost time, when the base is upgraded, these environmental pollution will be controlled, Liang Hong comforted himself in his heart.

Bang, suddenly a gunshot rang out in the distance to the west, and it seemed very abrupt in the vast grassland.

Where the gunshots could not be heard, maybe it was just soldiers training, or maybe they were driving away beasts that didn't know what to do.

But then more gunfire rang out, again in the direction of the west. No, before leaving, arrange for soldiers to train in situ, except for a few patrolling rangers, there will be no more people of their own in that direction. Liang Hong suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, the gunfire was rapid, and it was likely that it was an exchange of fire.

Da Da Da, a continuous high-pitched gunfire rang out, and Liang Hong's heart sank completely. He knew it was the sound of a machine gun, the most famous Maxim machine gun of our time, but it must have been the enemy's, he didn't.

With a whip on the horse's buttocks, the horse spread its hooves and galloped forward.

Barron held his binoculars and watched the battle in the distance, as the forward detachment of the expeditionary force and the few rangers of the indigenous tribes were entangled.

They took the train from Kimberley to the railway terminus, Mafutin, and after leaving Mafutin, they headed northeast on foot. crossed two large tributaries of the Lin ** River in a row, and finally fought with the cavalry of the Ming tribe today.

Two kilometers away, a black detachment of fifty men, under the command of a white officer, approached the native cavalry in a straggler line. The two black detachments in the back were running to the battlefield for reinforcements. Further behind, a machine-gun crew followed closely behind the infantry, and dwarf native horses dragged Maxim machine guns as they rolled across the steppe.

The native cavalry slowly retreated, firing behind them as they retreated. After each shot, a puff of smoke could be seen rising from the muzzle of the gun, apparently using a black powder bullet. These natives were very brave, they were less than ten people, and they did not change their faces for a long time.

Barron likewise praised the performance of the Beythorna soldiers, who, though constantly hit, moved forward with determination, and there was no great confusion in the ranks.

When reinforcements arrived, the pattern of the battlefield changed abruptly, and black soldiers were intersecting, and there were always soldiers firing in front. The cavalry, which lost its speed, was like a huge target, and people and horses were hit. The cavalry began to retreat faster, trying to keep a safe distance, but unfortunately they were too late.

The machine-gun crew had arrived at the battlefield and turned their guns on the native cavalry.

The barrel of the gun that continued to roar shot out a long tongue of fire, pouring out a relentless rain of bullets. The bullets that swept across the field were like a sharp scythe, and everywhere they passed, all the soldiers on the horses were cut down. The warhead is like countless whistling monsters, unstoppable, leaving bloody holes through the body, and then shattering limbs, and even breaking people in two.

Whoa-

The cheers of black soldiers were heard ahead, and the battle came to an abrupt end in this bloody way.

"Terrible murder weapon!"

Barron sighed softly that four years earlier in Rhodesia, on the banks of the Benbesi River, he had witnessed the killing of 2,000 Matabele warriors with four Maxim machine guns. It's a great technological force, and fortunately it's in the hands of white people.

"Forward!"

Putting down the binoculars and pulling out the command knife at his waist, at this moment, Barron felt that he was the general, commanding thousands of troops.