The steam locomotive was speeding on the railway, and at its fastest speed it was at a high speed of 80 kilometers per hour. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info spy 03 was responsible for guarding the driver and stoker at the front of the car, and there were Makqin machine guns on the left and right sides of the carriage, the muzzles of which were pointed at both sides of the roadbed, ready to fire at any time. Liang Hong was worried that the telegram sent by the Kimberley railway station would cause unexpected accidents.

Sure enough, when we were about to reach Warrenton, a small town on the banks of the Vaal River, was confronted by a train coming from north to south on the railroad. Far away, the train on the opposite side began to slow down, and then several soldiers appeared, standing on the front of the train and waving for them to stop.

"Keep going full speed ahead and get ready for battle!"

Liang Hong roared loudly, deliberately using Dutch, and was not afraid that someone on the other side would understand. In fact, what he thought in his heart was that it would be better to understand them, and it would be better to treat them as Boers.

Bang, someone on the other side fired a shot into the air.

"Hit!"

At the sound of an order, the two machine guns placed in the front opened fire, and the bullets swept across the opposite soldiers in an instant, directly knocking people off the front of the car. Liang Hong even used the rifle in his hand to shoot at the front of the car, using a dummmy bullet, and basically pronounced the death sentence when he hit him.

The locomotive rumbled by, leaving the train that was stopped on the opposite line.

The train passed through Warrenton, and it was not yet eight o'clock in the morning. The newly revived city is only now coming back to life, with white people going to work, housewives going out, students going to school, and a constant stream of pedestrians on the streets.

"Boss, they're all white, right?" Hora asked, leaning closer.

Liang Hong looked back and saw bloodthirsty excitement flashing in his little eyes, and then looked around at the other special fighters, and many people also showed some kind of expectation in their eyes. Alas, if these people are allowed to follow their temperament, they may cultivate a group of cruel beasts.

"Don't fight!"

Answer categorically, there is not the slightest room for negotiation. He is not a butcher and will not kill innocents.

The train blew its whistle and rumbled at high speed through Warrenton, even as it crossed the iron bridge over the Waal River. The train was strange, there were not many carriages on it, and there were many machine guns on it, which attracted the curious eyes of passers-by. Liang Hong knew that the news would definitely spread, and he just needed to leave as soon as possible and get rid of it before trouble came up.

The locomotive tirelessly dragged the train, leaving behind the Waal River and Warrenton on the south bank of the river.

"Hora, you hate white people, I know."

Liang Hong turned around and looked directly at Hora, looking directly into those small eyes.

"However, they are all comrades-in-arms and have not done anything to you and your people."

He pointed to the white warriors around him, and if Hora couldn't understand this, then he would have to keep the boy out of the weapon again.

"I know," well, Hora nodded in understanding, "they're all good guys, good white guys." ”

"How do you count white as a good white person?"

Liang Hong was unclear about Hora's criterion.

"Don't kill the mulberry people."

Hora used killing, just not killing is a good person, which made Liang Hong really speechless.

"So who's the bad guy?"

"Kill the Mulberry Man"

The world has gone crazy to the point of using murder as the standard for judging character, and according to Hora's standard, people in the world are either good or bad, and there is no middle camp.

"Let's just say that you are at the train station, that stationmaster has never killed a San person, maybe he has never killed anyone, according to your standards, he is a good person."

"Seems so, then I'll kill a good person."

Hora was a little confused, and had to say that the San people were weak and kind natives, and the cruel Zulu people might not feel the slightest sense of guilt.

Seeing Hora's tangled appearance, Liang Hong was a little unbearable, so he changed his angle to persuade him.

"Some people don't kill people with their own hands, but they can give orders for others to do it, or pay someone else to kill them."

"Oh, so that webmaster could be a bad guy too."

Hora let out a sigh of relief, so that Liang Hong couldn't bear to say any more. The reason why white people preach that the natives are uncivilized is not necessarily that they are naturally low in IQ, but that their world is simple. In the words of later generations, your circle is too chaotic, we haven't seen it. In a similar way, religion is not necessarily stupid, but it is paranoid and even crazy, but fortunately Mingjiao is not the most extreme.

It was the worst morning in Rhodes' life. At 8:40 a.m., he received a telegram from Warrenton that a train full of machine guns had crossed the Warrenton Highway north, and that the personnel sent to investigate the Kimberley had been attacked on the railroad south of Warrenton. The two lines of the telegram were linked together, and it was natural to conclude that the armed men who attacked Kimberley were fleeing north from the railway. A train full of machine guns, this is the army, machine guns are still very rare in this world, but they are not something that ordinary people can have, and many countries even include Makqin machine guns in artillery units.

Rhodes immediately went out and urgently called on Alfred Milner, the Governor of Cape and High Commissioner of South Africa, to report on the Kimberley incident and request the assistance of the British garrison.

At 10 a.m. on 23 May, Freiburg and Maflotin, at the southern end of the Western Cape Railway, received a telegraphic order from Milner, the governor of the Cape.

Freyburg, 140 kilometres north of the Vaal River, was originally the first settlement of the Dutch, and after the construction of the Western Cape Railway, a railway station was built here, which was garrisoned by the British Cape Colony. Although the colonial army was poorly equipped, its actual combat effectiveness was not necessarily lower than that of the British Army at home. A battalion stationed at Fort Frey acted urgently and began to deploy militarily near the railway. At the same time, an infantry battalion was boarding a southbound train in the heavily garrisoned railway terminus city of Mafutin, a time when the British army had six companies of about eight hundred men each. Mafujing sent two other cavalry companies, led by Major Ashley, to search south along the railway line.

At this time, Liang Hong's train was also heading towards Freiburg. Although it was not clear if there was necessarily an interception ahead, he ordered to slow down and prepare for battle.

The small two-story building in front of us is Freiburg Station, and some miscellaneous items have been temporarily piled up on the railway, and I don't know what is in the messy wooden boxes. Fortunately, the train slowed down, otherwise it would have derailed and overturned if it hit it headlong.

On both sides of the railway, there were densely packed squatting soldiers with rifles, and the muzzles of their guns were pointed at the trains that were entering the station. On the roof of the small building at the railway station, there was also a Maxim machine gun, and the shooter of the machine gun team slowly moved the muzzle of the gun with the front of the train.

Damn, this is a prepared ambush, it seems that it can only be fought.

"Stop, you're surrounded."

A white officer, wearing the rank of major, stood on the train platform and shouted orders.