Liang Hong finally returned to the base before the enemy. I don't know where this group of enemies came from, but from the information reported back by the rangers, it is estimated that there are about a few hundred people, there are Maxim machine guns, and there may be more than one.

Standing on the fence and looking out at the smoke in the distance, there was a barracks a kilometer away, and it was thought that the place had been occupied by the enemy, and perhaps had been destroyed. Liang Hong is more worried about the mines, which are more than a dozen kilometers away, and the ore smelters there are his main economic lifeline. And there are still workers in the smelter, and I don't know if these people are safe. According to the pre-established plan, in case of danger, the soldiers stationed in the garrison will cover the workers to temporarily retreat into the mountains.

The enemy, no matter where they come from, must return fire fiercely. His heart was full of hatred, and when he returned, he happened to see the tragic situation of the patrol cavalry. In order to buy time for the base, they fought without hesitation, slowing down the enemy's pace with their flesh and blood. Although they are all biochemical warriors, they are all comrades-in-arms in Liang Hong's heart, and there is no distinction between high and low.

Knowing himself and his enemy, he will not be defeated in a hundred battles, but he knows nothing about the enemy now. The defense of the base has been strengthened several times, the fence has been reinforced, sandbags have been piled up inside, and a trench has been dug around the perimeter. Now that the rainy season is over, the water in the trenches has evaporated and can be used as infantry trenches. There are currently only 200 soldiers at the base, with another 40 stationed in the mines, and there is no contact with the base. In terms of weapons, there are 50,000 black powder bullets in stock, 30 Hall rocket launchers, and 200 rockets, most of which have been replaced with new gunpowder. Smokeless gunpowder bullets, which have just been bought from the Fenian Society, can still cope with one or two fierce battles for the time being.

The home-made grenade is a sharp weapon for defense, although it is only an ignition type, but the power of the new gunpowder is still very great, and Liang Hong arranged for the craftsmen in the base to continue to make it. All that remains is to guard against the enemy's night attack tonight, and set up light and dark sentinels to be on duty at night.

After dark, Liang Hong slipped out of the fence with a few people. It was probably the end of the lunar calendar, and there was a crescent moon in the sky, and the moonlight was dim. In early autumn, the grass and trees are just beginning to turn yellow, and the grass that is more than half a person tall is just enough to hide the stealth form.

He was already familiar with this grassland, and he had walked almost everywhere in the vicinity. The enemy's camp was to the west of the base, about five or six kilometers away. If he finds that the enemy is lax, he may carry out another rocket attack on the camp.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, it was cavalry, and Liang Hong and his party hurriedly hid in the grass.

Sure enough, after a while, the cavalry squad passed by dozens of meters away. Luckily, the moonlight was dim at night, otherwise they might have been spotted. Liang Hong saw that they were all white. The enemy had black infantry as cannon fodder, and this was certainly not the Boers, and the Boers did not allow blacks to carry weapons. In the Transvaal's periphery, there was no other such force - certainly the British.

Why did he find himself, Liang Hong sighed secretly, he could estimate it. The expedition team has disappeared en masse, and the other party must be investigated, and there are only a handful of forces around here that can quietly destroy the British.

Campfires were lit on the periphery of the enemy camp, with tents connected to each other, sentries on night duty around the campfires, and groups of soldiers patrolling back and forth from time to time. This is a regular army, just looking at the tents, you know that there are quite a few people, and now he wants to know the enemy's equipment.

After observing it with a telescope for a long time, I only saw clearly that blacks and whites were equipped with different kinds of rifles, white rifles had magazines, which looked very similar to Leenfield, and of course it could also be the Lemetford rifle that fired black powder bullets, the two were a bit similar in appearance, and the difference was mainly in the rifling.

A more detailed situation requires tongue interrogation, but now that the enemy is well guarded, it is really difficult.

"Get out, you want to and get away."

The sentries around the campfire shouted loudly.

Liang Hong saw the black soldiers trotting all the way into the grass. It was to relieve his hands, Liang Hong lowered his voice and commanded his companions, and then slipped in that direction.

Capturing prisoners is the basic skill of special forces, which pay attention to secret approach, surprise attack, one-move defeat of the enemy, and rapid separation.

Creeped close behind the enemy, only five or six paces away. The black soldier had just finished defeting, and stood up and lifted his son. Liang Hong suddenly pounced, raised his right foot and kicked the opponent's knee, and when he was kicked back, his right arm was inserted under the jaw of the black soldier, and the inner bone of the arm was pressed against his throat. Caught off guard, the black man tried to shrink his neck, trying to crouch down and break free, and his mouth was about to cry out. Liang Hong hurriedly lifted his knee and hit the opponent's ribs hard, once, twice, three times......

The eleventh and twelfth rib cartilage is extremely fragile, the weakest part of the body, and if you hit it so hard, the ribs will probably break. The other party finally stopped struggling, and was resigned to being pressed to the ground, tearing his clothes and stuffing them in his mouth.

The sun had just risen, and a golden light shone on the awakened earth.

In the distant camp, a loud trumpet sounded, and through the binoculars, a large group of black soldiers began to assemble and line up in a neat line.

The battle was afraid that it would be very cruel, Liang Hong reluctantly put down his hand and looked down at the soldiers who were still busy around him. The prisoners were interrogated last night, and the strength of the enemy was finally known, and there were as many as seven hundred men, as well as six Maxim machine guns, and one artillery. The black soldier said that he did not know the caliber of the artillery, and now he could only pray that it was a small caliber, otherwise he would not need too many shells, and the place would be in ruins.

Last night, manpower was mobilized overnight to reinforce the fortifications, and more sandbags were piled up next to the wall, and a layer of sandbags was also built behind the wall to prevent shrapnel killing.

Liang Hong put the main force of the defense behind the fence, and only twenty rangers were deployed in the trench in front, all of whom were good at shooting from a distance after training. Rows of rocket racks were placed in the open space behind the wall, which had been measured and marked in advance, and the rocket could quickly adjust the angle of the shot and the charge as long as the person standing at a high place to observe the distance was reported. The rockets were placed in a nearby underground warehouse and were picked up as they were needed to prevent them from being hit by shells and causing them to explode. The home-made grenades on the position were only enough for one use, or to prevent them from being shot and detonated.

In order to increase the firepower, all the rifles in the inventory were moved out, and the soldiers in the fence each had two single-shot Mars, which was equivalent to nearly doubling the instantaneous fire output capacity. Together with the newly captured Mauser 1896 rifle, Liang Hong now has 14 good guns in his hands, magazine rifles that can fire smokeless gunpowder bullets.

The muzzle velocity of black powder bullets is only 400 m/s, and the effective firing range is about 400 meters, while the muzzle velocity of smokeless powder bullets is generally six or seven hundred m/s, and the effective firing range is more than 600 meters. These are the best rifles of our time, and they are in the hands of talented soldiers, who have been trained for long periods of time and have a long-range fire ability that surpasses that of others.

The black soldiers, already in a dense line, began to slowly move towards this side to the rhythmic beat of drums.