The rifle in Liang Hong's hand and the machine gun mounted on the carriage opened fire almost simultaneously. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Machine guns swept across both sides of the railway, without any shelter, and the soldiers who were half-crouched in a neat line were like prisoners who had been executed, swept directly by the rain of bullets. Ten machine guns almost ran out of 300 rounds of ammunition in less than a minute, and more than 2,000 bullets were poured. The entire train station, one moment was filled with the sound of machine guns, and the next moment, when the machine guns stopped, there was a momentary deathly silence.

At the same time as they were knocked down, the rifles in the hands of the British soldiers were also fired, and the bullets clanged on the tin wagons. The penetration of the point 303 black powder bullet is very limited, not to mention the fact that a layer of sandbags is piled up in the carriage, even if the iron sheet of the carriage is penetrated, it is difficult to hurt the shooter who operates the machine gun.

One-way damage, a huge generational weapon contest, modified Martini Enfield rifles and Maxim machine guns, a single black powder bullet against an automatic burst smokeless powder bullet, is simply a one-sided slaughter.

The machine gun mounted on the roof of the railway station did not fire a single round. When Liang Hong gave the order to fire, the rifle in his hand was aimed at the machine gun shooter. The dum's bullet sinks into the body and then explodes, easily taking a person's life. The co-shooter bravely pushed his companion away and prepared to take over, but immediately another bullet of the same kind flew over.

In the blink of an eye, Freiburg Railway Station was a river of blood and became a Shura field for human killing. Of the more than 200 soldiers of the two infantry companies, no one could lift their bodies an inch higher except for those who were dead and wounded lying on the ground.

Several people got off the train to move away from the obstacles on the railway, and others pressed the trigger to guard the surroundings. The machine gun was replaced with a loaded cartridge belt, ready to start the next round of slaughter.

A little more than ten minutes later, the train restarted, puffing white smoke and gradually speeding out of Freiburg train station.

At 10:30 a.m., far away in the Governor's Palace in Cape Town, Milner and Rhodes received a telegram from Freiburg: the interception had failed, and our troops had suffered heavy casualties.

Milner watched it several times before finally believing it was real. Shaking the telegram in his hand, he yelled at Rhodes in dissatisfaction. The two are old friends, and have been friends for more than 20 years since they were at Oxford University, but Rhodes has caused too much trouble lately.

"Cecil, who the hell have you provoked?"

"Who else can be, you know. The Boers, and the indigenous Africans, I have a grudge against them, but it's all for the good of the British Empire. ”

Rhodes seemed helpless, what he did was really from the British standpoint. The subversion of the Transvaal was approved by Chamberlain, the colonial minister, who had 58 telegrams and letters in his possession, otherwise London would have revoked the charter of his South African company. Not to mention the attack on Rhodesia, half of which is now an official British colony, and the rulers of Whitehall in London are still concerned about the other half of the South African Company.

"Okay, okay, I know you have emotions, but those decisions are not up to me."

Milner could not help Rhodes's plight, and although he agreed with Rhodes's stance on the South African Boers, he had switched from the Liberal Party to the ruling Conservative Party in domestic political leanings, and the Conservative Party had long since disliked the unbridled Rhodes.

"Alas, Jameson's affairs have passed, how did you come up with a Barron expeditionary force again. Now the Transvaal has formally lodged a protest with the Cape Colony, bringing criminal charges against you and asking for extradition to Pretoria for trial. ”

"This is revenge, the revenge of the Boers against the supporters of the British Empire, and the Barron expeditionary force is just going to fight the murderers of the British prospecting team. Now it is seen that behind those murderers are the Boers, and the killing of the prospecting team is to ensure that the Transvaal minerals are only in the hands of the Boers. ”

Rhodes was deliberately muddying the waters, and he had heard of the Transvaal's diplomatic accusations, and he still couldn't understand why the indigenous Africans were able to defeat an expeditionary force with advanced weapons. The support of the Boers behind him is a plausible explanation, and the consequences of such an explanation are in line with his ideal British strategy in South Africa.

Milner naturally understood Rhodes's intentions, for politicians and diplomats, facts and truth are not important, what matters is that the so-called truth that is investigated must be able to be used by me.

"Okay, about the prospecting team, I'll arrange someone to investigate. However, Mr. Cecil, please let me know in advance before I make a name for myself next time. ”

"I'm a passive victim!"

Rhodes looked very aggrieved and opened his hands, "There are a lot of machine guns, and they can defeat the garrison of Freyburg, this must be a real army." The Boers must have been soldiers sent by the Boers. ”

He shouted almost hysterically.

The train is still heading north, but at the moment the locomotive driving has become a spy zero. In the battle at Freiburg just now, the casualties on their side were that the cab at the front of the car was heavily fired, and the white driver and the black stoker were shot at the same time. Thankfully, Spy Zero Three escaped the bullet and became the only one who can start the train now. The Spy needs to be familiar with the common means of transportation of his time, and while Spy Zero Three can't drive a car, he can drive a train.

Freiburg is intercepted, and Liang Hong realizes that their whereabouts have been exposed. The fact that troops were sent but not well prepared indicates that the local authorities have only just received the news. The next heavily garrisoned city to the north was the terminus Mafutin, a hundred and fifty kilometers from Freiburg, and perhaps by this time Mafutin had sent reinforcements in this direction. He made a rough estimate on the map and decided to abandon the car and walk halfway.

The train stopped more than half an hour after leaving Freiburg, the horses were released from the carriage enclosures, and various boxes were moved to the set wagons. The horses that were stolen from Rhodes' house, and the horses they had ridden, now numbered more than seventy.

After loading and unloading, the train started again, and then desperately kept accelerating, all the way north. When the speed of the car finally exceeded that of the galloping horse, Spy Zero Three jumped down from the front of the car with someone and rode on the war horse that came to meet him.

Like a wild horse, the head of the car galloped like a wild horse, pulling five carriages along the railway line freely, losing its new source of power, and its speed began to slow down gradually. Liang Hong's plan is very simple, the train can stop anywhere, as long as it is far away from the place where they got off, so as not to be discovered prematurely by the tracers.

More than half an hour later, the train stopped on the railroad was seen from the infantry battalion heading south from Mafutin. It is also a miracle that the locomotive ran out for nearly ten kilometers without turning over in an unmanned state. Subsequently, the cavalry led by Major Ashley also arrived here. No traces were found around the place where the train stopped, and it was clear that the people on the train had gotten off the train in front. The cavalry continued to search south, and finally found the ruts of the wagon, but it was already afternoon.