The train departed at six o'clock in the morning and entered the Transvaal two hours later. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Komatiput, a small border town built on the railroad and home to the Transvaal Land Customs. The whole train stopped on the railroad waiting to pass through the border control, and Liang Hong was in a carriage with the guards, and at this moment, they were vigilantly watching the outside, and if the situation was not right, they would dig out their weapons from the baggage pile and shoot them out. Outside the tin compartment, there was a voice of talking.

"Why are there so many yellow people lately? The Germans, and you French, are transporting these Asian miners to the Transvaal. ”

The interviewer was the Transvaal Border Police, in Dutch. In order to narrow down the target, Liang Hong arranged for his spies to register many mines under different names such as Germans and French, from Johannesburg to North Transvaal.

"Hehe, there is a flood in Asia, and the refugees have it, but the key is that it is cheap." The spy in charge of answering also answered in Dutch.

"Haha, that brother is embarrassed to take it. But man, you are the most honest in this batch of yellow pigs, and none of them shout and scream, and they will definitely make a lot of money in the mine in the future. ”

Between the words, the border police obviously received the benefits, and their tones suddenly became affectionate.

"Then borrow the good words of the old man." The Spy responded with a smile.

Boom, the tin compartment door was opened, and the sunlight outside shone in, which looked very dazzling. The uniformed border police officer looked into the carriage and asked, pointing to the salute pile in the innermost part of the carriage.

"What are those? Take two and take a look. ”

As long as you don't come in to check, there is no problem, Liang Hong hurriedly took over the two pieces of luggage and opened them with his own hands. The green cloth bedding was originally fluffy and soft, but after a journey, it was folded and tied repeatedly, and became thin and stiff.

The bearded policeman pinched it with his hand, and was eager to enter the carriage to check, but as soon as the person jumped into the carriage, he was forced out by the turbid and unpleasant smell inside. Hundreds of people were locked up in closed tin cars, and the smell was certainly not too good. After a quick inspection, the customs border inspection was passed.

The train finally started again, and Liang Hong also sighed. Of all the carriages, only they had weapons hidden in this section, hundreds of long and short guns, and tens of thousands of bullets. According to the railway operation plan, their train will travel at a high speed of nearly 50 kilometers per hour, and there will be no stops along the way, in order not to delay the passenger train that departs during the day.

In the freight yard of the railway station in the eastern suburbs, more than a dozen soldiers with loaded guns and ammunition tightly sealed the perimeter of the three wagons. Joshua stood on the platform, watching coldly as the stevedores carried wooden boxes from the carriages into the platform's warehouse. The boxes were marked with machinery, and only he knew here that these were weapons that had just been shipped from Germany, and that they belonged to the secret arms of the Military Intelligence Agency. Taking advantage of the relaxation of the British naval blockade, the arms that had been ordered for a long time were quietly shipped out, and the arms were prepared to arm the Boers in the Cape Colony in the event of a war between Britain and Boer, and attack the British army's railway lines and logistical supplies from behind. 10,000 Mauser 96 rifles, 2 million rounds of ammunition, and nearly 100 tons of munitions will be stored in the platform warehouse for a short time, and then secretly transported to various places.

The big stevedore got his idea, and he grew tall and strong, like a mountain of meat. This guy is so powerful, others can move two boxes at a time, he moves three boxes at a time, and he runs steadily and fast. Joshua knew that the boxes were not light, each box was more than forty kilograms, and it contained ten Mauser rifles.

Douglas followed behind Odauda and only moved one box at a time, and the yard loading and unloading was a piece-rate wage, but he didn't care. Two months earlier, the Fenian Society had been rounded up by the Transvaal military police, Rustenburg's home had been raided, thousands of pounds of Sindana had been seized, and more than a dozen of his men had been taken away. The rest of the Fenian Society were almost all wanted, making him realize that they had come prepared this time, and that some of them had become traitors. Desperate, Douglas had no choice but to flee north with the rest of the men to join his smuggling partner, the Ming chieftain who had made a fortune in the North Transvaal.

Odauda put down the box, and Douglas leaned in close to his ear and whispered.

"After a while, I pretended to get rid of it, threw the box to the ground, and saw what was inside."

"Hmm"

Oda rolled his big cowbell-like eyes and replied sullenly.

"It's done, there will be wine to drink at night, it's enough." Douglas added reassuringly.

"Okay, remember, what you said is enough."

Ododa happily went straight to the train wagon.

When Liang Hong received the telegram, the train had already passed through Wittbank, a small coal mining town 100 kilometers from Pretoria. A large quantity of ammunition had just arrived at the railway station in the eastern suburbs, and rifles and bullets had already been found, and the number of them made him excited, so he changed the whole plan. According to the latest news from Pretoria, the Transvaal has officially decided to crusade against the Ming tribe, and has issued a conscription order to the northern regions such as Rustenburg and Petersburg, calling healthy male citizens between the ages of 16 and 50 in the areas under their jurisdiction, carrying horses, guns, ammunition, and five days of dry rations, to assemble at the location of their respective militias by the end of October.

Since he wants to fight, he should fight bigger, and he must take the initiative to fight. Under the light pillar of the flashlight, Liang Hong stared at the map in front of him and began to formulate a battle plan.

Their train arrived at the Eastern Suburbs Freight Station at 6 p.m. as planned, and it was already dark during the season. There were three more trains in quick succession, all loaded with freshly reorganized teams. So the first thing is to seize and take control of the railway station and seize the weapons in the warehouse of the freight yard.

Warehouses, barracks, bell towers, and the key points that need to be paid attention to in the eastern suburbs railway station are marked. Bridges, telephone lines, telegraph lines, and other transport and communication facilities within the scope of the attack also need to be destroyed after an attack. After dark, the militia lurking outside the northern mountain pass to suddenly attack the Northern Mounted Police at Blind's Farm must be cut off before they can do so, and this cut-off should begin at 6 p.m. as soon as the train enters the station.

As the battle plan became clear, one command after another was sent by wireless telegraphy.

As soon as the train arrives, all communication between the eastern suburbs railway station and the nearby town must be cut off from the outside world, including telegraph, telephone, railway lines, and even the road to Pretoria. These tasks have been assigned to the spies who have been assigned to be responsible for each other, and what is needed is to operate at the same time. Preventing the information from being passed on, he can better deal with the defenders of the railway station, arm his troops and arrange the transfer smoothly, otherwise the enemy's reinforcements will come over, and it will be a fierce battle.

After the battle began, it was necessary to block the defenders' barracks and destroy the machine gun in the bell tower, a task that was to be accomplished by the special detachment that had just arrived in the eastern suburbs, and the means could have been more violent. The seizure of the weapons warehouse in the freight yard was to be completed by him himself, and the detailed location was already available in the telegram, and it was not difficult to deal with a few sentries, the only variable was the patrol.

With a deliberate calculation or an unintentional mind, he re-examined the plan, hoping that there were no omissions or oversights.