"What happened to the POWs?" Walbeck was primarily concerned about the captured colonial soldiers, especially those who belonged to the direct partisan detachment.

"It's all dealt with in the same way, because most of the men are conscripted into the army, and there is a desperate shortage of labor in the country. Recently, there has been a rush from above, so the garrison troops in various places have been searching for the indigenous population, arresting and selling them as slaves. This would solve both a part of the military budget and the lack of labor in the country, which we have been transporting recently. Looking at Walbeck's increasingly fierce eyes, the timid as a mouse Duo Monan was so frightened that he didn't dare to hide it, and told everything he knew like a bamboo tube pouring beans, regardless of whether it was useful or not.

"A bunch of bastards." Walbeck scolded and kicked Domonan, and then he said viciously: "Kill all the Bostonians and burn the truck." As for those finances, let the slaves take as much as they can, and burn the rest. "Walbeck immediately issued the order.

Hearing that he was going to be executed, Duo Mo Nan trembled with fright, and at this time he was already paralyzed on the ground and unable to speak, and he had no strength in his body at all. Two warriors came up to drag Duo Monan out of the house, but his fat body was too heavy, and the two strong warriors couldn't drag him. Soon two more warriors came up, and only then did they drag the fat pig-like Duo Mo Nan out of the house, and after a scream, there was no sound in the courtyard, obviously Duo Mo Nan was dead.

Ignoring the woman still curled up in the corner of the bed, Walbeck walked out of the room with the soldier. Seeing that the people in the house were gone, the woman in the house dared to let out a frightened scream, but the whole town was already under control, and the woman's scream would not have any effect. Even so, an indigenous soldier who was walking behind turned and entered the house, and soon the screaming stopped abruptly, apparently the woman was killed by the soldiers, and Walbeck sighed, did not say anything, and walked directly out of the courtyard.

Under Walbeck's command, the soldiers freed the slaves and let them take as much of the wealth as they could with the carts, and some of the soldiers who were useful to the Southern Army also tried to carry some on their backs, and then they used the gasoline in the truck's fuel tanks to set everything on fire in the town of Caballo.

The fire in the town of Kaballo was fueled by gasoline, so it burned quite vigorously and could be seen for miles. Bukavu's garrison soon found out about the situation, and they quickly sent their troops to check on the situation, and when they arrived, they were left with nothing but a raging fire, charred corpses, and a car that burned to the point of a shelf.

The attack on the town of Kaballo annoyed Lieutenant General McLean, who ordered the Twentieth Army to search for the perpetrators and ordered his troops to intensify their assault on the southern counties of the Chinese Empire. In his mind, the incident was just banditry, because the border line had been heavily guarded, and Lieutenant General McLean did not believe that any force could defend such a well-guarded border river.

The Third Corps planned to follow the coastline to Walvis Bay Harbor and then take advantage of its maritime superiority to improve its supply lines before continuing its attack southward, while the Seventh Army marched south to attack Windhoek, the capital of Bia Province in the South, in order to capture three large diamond mines nearby.

In response to the challenge from two sides, Cheng Guangling decided to drag all the way to gather and annihilate all the way, first destroy the enemy's living forces, and then carry out a full-scale decisive battle, so he reinforced a brigade of the Wehrmacht to Brigadier General Baden, and asked them to delay the offensive of the Seventh Army, while he himself personally led the main force to meet the Boston Third Army along the coastline.

If it was a normal commander, he would choose to attack the Seventh Army in the inland area, because the Chinese Empire did not have sea control in the stormy ocean, and attacking the coastal area was easily attacked by large-caliber naval guns and carrier-based aircraft.

McLean thought the same way, for which he secretly transferred one of the armies of the Third Army to the Seventh Army to fight, and he personally led the Seventh Army to attack Windhoek, he knew very well in his heart that Washington III had a headache for military spending.

If McLean personally led the team and occupied a large source of wealth such as three diamond mines, and dedicated it to Washington III, his prestige in the military would have increased greatly, and he was likely to be promoted again, or even promoted to the commander of the Southern Subcontinent Command, commanding the Axis forces of the entire Southern Subcontinent. At that time, he will not only easily obtain the position of patriarch, but also be able to trample the eldest brother who is fighting in the north under his feet, which is a feeling he has always longed for.

With nearly 190,000 troops of the Seventh Army and an army, McLean marched towards Windhoek in a hurry, but the Bostonians had occupied the southern subcontinent for a short time, and there was no detailed map of the place, so they could only find the general direction and grope their way forward.

The army marched for two days and had only advanced more than a hundred kilometers, and the sun was already setting in the west. Lieutenant General McLean sat on his horse and cursed again: "Damn it, it's so hot and humid, you can't sweat." Damn the rainforest, mechanized equipment is not used, even large-caliber artillery cannot be carried. He scolded all the way forward, not looking at the soldiers who were walking on foot with full equipment, who were already sweating and almost collapsed.

Suddenly, the team stopped advancing, and McLean, who was riding a horse, was stunned, and then he said to the cavalry guard next to him: "You go to the front and see, what happened and why you stopped." ”

The guards spurred forward and hurried to the front of the line. After a while, the guard returned, and he rode on his horse and reported, "Report to the commander, there is no way to move forward." ”

"Can't move forward? Come with me. McLean whipped his horse's ass and hurried to the front of the line with a large number of guards.

At the front of the group, the green beneath their feet was gone, and the ground was very soft alkaline soil, which made the horses' hooves sink from time to time. McLean tread on the soft dirt, and there was no more dense rainforest, replaced by scattered cacti and no other greenery.

McLean suddenly found that there was still a good thing in the rainforest, it was also humid and muggy, the humid and slightly salty wind blew, making people feel indescribably uncomfortable, and at the same time, there was no rainforest canopy to block the sun, and McLean's cheeks were still reflected by the scorching sunset, which made him feel hot.

Further on, McLean found a vast expanse of water that could not be seen, the surface of the water was quite smooth, without a single wave, like a flawless mirror that reflected the sun's brilliance.

"Is this a lake?" McLean held up his binoculars to observe, again without seeing where the shore was.

An officer who knew the area well said, "No, it's a salt marsh." ”

"Salt marshes?" McLean first heard the term, and he asked, "What is a salt marsh?" ”

The officer, who had apparently come from a university's geology department before joining the army, slowly explained when he heard McLean's inquiry: "Salt marshes, also known as salt flats or salt crust depressions, are usually places where nearby animals replenish their salt. During the dry season, the surface of the salt marsh is covered with a thick layer of saline, uneven surface, cracks, and rapid dust storms and cyclones from time to time. In the rainy season, as it is now, water is accumulated on top of the salinity, which is somewhat due to the inflow of seasonal rivers or seasonal springs. This terrain is due to periodic flooding and evaporation, the bottom of the salt marshes is soft and uncemented, but impermeable, and the concentration of seawater and the drainage of small cracks in the ground lead to stony deposits such as gypsum, calcite, and aragonite. It is generally believed that most salt marshes were once small bays, similar to the evaporite salt basins that formed in the past geological period. The officer, like an old pedant, pointed to the salt marsh and spoke eloquently, and McLean was confused.

"Alright, stop for a moment." McLean finally couldn't help but interrupt the officer, who was still talking, and asked, "Just say if we can pass here." ”

The officer said, "The water in the salt marshes is generally not very deep, and as for whether it can pass here, we need to find someone to try." ”

McKellen rolled his eyes and said, "After talking about it for a long time, it's not like you want people to go down and try it." The officer smiled awkwardly and said no more.

McLean turned back to the guard company commander and said, "Send a few people to give it a try and see if they can pass." ”

Soon several soldiers from the guard company slowly descended to the ground, one of them wrapped a rope around his waist and carefully tried to step into the water, while the others grabbed the other end of the rope and were ready to pull him up.

Stepping cautiously into the water, the soldier found that the water was really not deep, and could only submerge his ankles. The soldier was just about to turn around and tell everyone that the water was shallow and that they could pass through, when he suddenly felt that the mud under his feet was a little too soft, and his feet were slowly sinking, which frightened the soldier into shouting.

The soldiers in the back thought he had been bitten by something and quickly pulled the rope. The soldier in the salt marsh continued to sink and soon reached a depth of half a foot, when the soldier on the shore pulled him out of the dirt with a burst of force, and soon dragged him to the shore.

"How? Is it dangerous? Seeing the guard company commander running back, Lieutenant General McClain hurriedly asked.

The guard company commander shook his head and said, "The water is very shallow, only up to the ankles, but the mud is very soft, and people will sink about half a foot." ”

Hearing the report of the guard company commander, Markley frowned, such a place can barely be passed, but the trek on such terrain is very physically demanding, and there is no other bank to see here, who knows how big this salt marsh is.