There was no strong resistance at the Rhodes residence, and when he broke down the door, he saw only a frightened butler. In addition to the twenty soldiers who were killed, there were only a few servants left in the house, and it was estimated that it was this housekeeper who asked the soldiers to pick up the lights and guard the courtyard wall, and Liang Hong even wanted to give him a reward.

The mansion is very large and the decoration is very generous, but at first glance it really doesn't look like it's too suitable to take away. Most of the items left behind are daily necessities, furs, blankets, clothes, porcelain, etc. But soon, Liang Hong found something good.

In Rhodes's bedroom, a rifle hung on the wall, and to his surprise, there was a scope fixed to the gun. On the surface, it was a Lee Enfield long rifle, but when he got the gun in his hand, he knew from the barrel alone that it must be a handmade rifle customized. Heavy barrel, thicker than an ordinary production rifle, and clearly not of the same material. The accuracy of the Li long rifle is about 2MOA, and Liang Hong estimated that the accuracy of this gun must be higher, and later after returning to the target test, it was found that the accuracy was close to 1/2MOA, which was extremely rare at the end of the 19th century. The rifle scope also looks good, with 3.5x optics and a crosshair inside it. Liang Hong knows the history of firearms and knows that this kind of mirror is now called a deer hunting mirror, which is specially produced for wealthy people who like to hunt.

In the basement, they found something good again. It's a small arsenal with boxes of military binoculars, Mauser C96 pistols and the latest Maxim machine guns, as well as hundreds of boxes of ammunition. After a rough inventory, there were two artillery mirrors, 10 telescopes, 10 Maxim machine guns, 100 Mauser pistols, and 50,000 rounds of ammunition for pistols and machine guns. In addition, Liang Hong also found ten boxes of Indian-made bullets from piles of boxes.

Don't think that what is produced in India is not a good thing, on the contrary, Liang Hong knew what was inside when he saw the English letters DUMDUMS on the wooden box. The famous dummy bullet, the tip of the bullet exposed the lead core, and after being shot into the human body, the lead core deformed and expanded the wound, directly causing more serious damage. Statistics at the time showed that a direct hit by a dum bullet at a distance of 100 meters had a 100% mortality rate from a bullet in the head, a 100% mortality rate from a bullet in the left chest, a 70% mortality rate from a bullet in the right chest and abdomen, and a 20% mortality rate from a bullet in the limbs, but the survivors had to amputate their limbs. Therefore, as soon as the dummy bomb was exposed, it was condemned by the whole world, and it was only developed in 1897, and in 1899, it was explicitly banned from being used in war by the Hague Convention.

Liang Hong remembered that when the Boer army besieged Kimberley more than a year later, Rhodes stubbornly resisted the siege of more than ten times the number of people and lasted for four months with the help of secretly stored munitions.

Rhodes also had a lot of gold and silver tableware in his house, and the gold took away the silver and threw it away, and Liang Hong ransacked the entire mansion like a real robber. He brought out the horses in the stables in the backyard of the villa, set up four wagons, loaded all the munitions and other valuable property in the basement into the carts, and even spared the twenty rifles of the dead soldiers in the courtyard. There were more than thirty war horses in the stables, including two rather beautiful thoroughbred Arabian horses, which naturally had to be carried with them.

After a busy night, at about five o'clock in the morning, Liang Hong was about to lead people to withdraw, when he suddenly heard gunshots in the direction of the South African company building.

When the special forces rushed back to the building, the battle was raging. There were a lot of people who came to attack, and at first glance it looked quite scary, there were more than 300 black soldiers, but when they really fought, they found that most of them were young people who didn't even know how to put guns.

The four-story building has a bird's-eye view of the city, and a few accurate rifles upstairs pinned down more than 300 people at the other end of the street.

Chomba hid behind a half-cut earthen wall, and no matter how the white officers screamed, he would not poke out. Not far ahead, there was a daredevil, whose head was directly blown off by a bullet, which showed the strength of the gunman upstairs. Not only that, not far from here was the mine police quarters he was once familiar with, the three-story building had been reduced to a pile of bricks, and even desperate cries could be heard inside.

Bang, another shot was fired from the opposite building, and someone on his side must have been unlucky again, Chomba turned around and saw the white officer, who had been fierce just now, lying on the ground.

After the expeditionary force failed and withdrew, he was one of the few remaining veterans and was sent to a boot camp outside the city as a black instructor. However, the status of black and white people is very different from the same instructor, and they must be under the command of white instructors. Hearing the explosions and gunfire in the city last night, the white officers, who had been overjoyed, gathered their ranks and prepared to take the new recruits into battle, waiting until dawn under the persuasion of others. It's good now, this one is about to turn into a corpse.

Liang Hong didn't know where the enemy on the opposite side came from, and after a simple observation, he found that although there were many people, his combat effectiveness was extremely poor. Now they had a pair of shotguns on hand, each with two Mauser pistols pinned to his waist, and ten brand-new Maxim machine guns in the wagon. A good gun is used to kill, and he decides to sacrifice his newfound weapon and run behind the enemy to kill.

The carriage galloped under the whip and circled behind the enemy from the other side of the street. Instructors, both white and black, were not too surprised by the carriages that appeared behind the street, it was already dawn, and perhaps some came out early. So someone was sent out to stop it, shouting for the car to stop.

The carriage obediently turned back, but did not leave. The tarpaulins on the carriages were removed, revealing a machine gun in each car, and only then did anyone who saw it know that something was wrong. Chomba reacted the quickest, instinctively falling to the ground. Hehe, the people who have lost the battle are the smartest and know how to survive.

Click, click, a crisp and continuous machine-gun sound, two tongues of fire spit out terrifying poison letters, devouring the life of the entire street. People are like fragile young grass, ruthlessly swept over, and the bullets like a storm of bullets hit the body and pierced the bloody holes, hitting the brick walls of the house and splashing sparks. In the blink of an eye, the life that was alive just now became a wounded person in a pool of blood, and even died directly. The great change threw the recruits who had never seen blood into the Shura hell suddenly. The smart one can still lie on the ground, flee in all directions in terror, and then be pierced by the rain of bullets chasing from behind.

Soon a large group of cavalry came, among which there were two more wagons. The carriage also turned its head, and then revealed the machine guns mounted on the cart, and everyone was in despair. The new Makqin machine gun did not fire, but the cavalry on the horse picked up the rifle and began to shoot, more accurate and ruthless, whether white or black, as long as they were still active, as long as there were rifles by their side, they were all shot by accurate bullets. Just like a leisurely stroll, these people are as relaxed as shooting targets at a shooting range.

The ruthlessness of the shooter and the desperation of being shot mercilessly made the soldier who was still lying on the ground lose his coolness, get up and run away crying for his father and mother. At this moment, the machine gun suddenly went off, and the four Maxims roared violently, and in a matter of moments, the whole street was no longer alive. Dead and wounded everywhere, blood pooled in pools of blood, and from above, the streets looked like they were dotted with patches of red.

Chomba also received a bullet in the leg, but he gritted his teeth and held back, motionless like any other corpse on the ground.