The native soldiers who entered the town quickly touched the only sentry posts, and then they signaled safety, and seeing the signal, Walbeck and the others entered the town as well. Formerly a small tribe that supported Walbeck, the Caballo was destroyed by the Boston Army and the people fled.

Later, the Boston people found that the terrain was good, and it was close to the Bukavu area, which was a good place for the logistics troops to rest, because the engineering troops built simple houses here, and reserved a large open space in the middle of the town for parking the trucks of the logistics troops, so it became one of the permanent stations of the logistics troops, as a place to rest after transporting supplies.

After reconnaissance during the day, a large convoy had just entered the area at noon, and had not left until night, with this big fish present, and Walbeck decided to take advantage of this opportunity to launch an attack and destroy this large convoy.

In order to prevent the mud and slippery tires on rainy days, the town's roads were paved with ash, and the leather boots of the Confederate soldiers would make a slight creaking sound when they stepped on them, but these noises did not attract the attention of others at all, because all the Bostonians in the whole town were already asleep, except for the sentries who were killed by the indigenous soldiers.

The soldiers chose their own target and dispersed, and they were in charge of a compound in a squad, and quickly found their own target. The door was a rudimentary wooden door, only plugged in with a latch from the inside, and one of the indigenous soldiers took out his military dagger, inserted the blade through the crack in the door, and carefully unlatched it.

Gently pushing open the courtyard door, the soldier stepped into the courtyard, and the dry doorway squeaked when it opened, startling the soldier who pushed the door, and he immediately fell to the ground and pricked up his ears to listen, but there was no sound in the room except for a slight snoring.

Seeing that the Bostonians who were sleeping in the house were not alarmed, the soldiers of the Confederate Army were relieved, and they did not dare to open the gate any more, so they could only walk sideways into the courtyard one by one. There were three rooms in the courtyard, and there were people in each room, and a squad of indigenous soldiers divided into three groups and entered the house at the same time.

The Confederate Army was in enemy-occupied territory, and any mercy and drag would ruin this small force, so they had no idea of capturing prisoners at all, and the soldiers took daggers one by one, approached those sleeping Bostonians, and directly slit their throats. Their throats were slashed, and the raging blood choked down the throats into their lungs, and these people couldn't even make a sound, so they died.

The soldiers who infiltrated the other compounds were also very smooth, and they solved one courtyard after another, and soon the guard squad led by Walbeck himself came to a large compound. "Looks like this is a courtyard where officers live." Walbeck muttered to himself, beckoning the soldiers in.

This compound is more tightly defended than the other courtyards, because there is an iron lock tied to the inside of the gate, if it is usual, it only needs to be knocked with the butt of a gun a few times, and it can be solved, but at this time it is a sneak attack, if the lock is smashed directly, it will definitely alarm the Boston people, and there is no one among the indigenous soldiers who can pick the lock, which can be very bad for Walbeck.

One of the native soldiers was very clever, and after two soldiers had set up a ladder, he jumped up the wall and jumped lightly into the courtyard, followed by the second and third, and soon eight warriors entered the courtyard. Walbeck was too young to climb over the wall, so he waited anxiously outside.

The eight warriors divided their labor and entered several rooms in the courtyard, and after a while, the lock of the kung fu door was opened, and a native soldier came out and said: "Your Excellency the governor, the people inside are all under control, it seems that they are all officers, do you want to interrogate them." Although Walbeck had abandoned his Angolan colony and become commander of the Restoration Army, the indigenous soldiers who had been with him for many years were accustomed to calling him His Excellency the Governor-General.

Wallbeck nodded, raised his legs and walked into the courtyard, he looked at the several officers in the wing, they were all junior officers of some logistics troops, and other than that, some of the guards, who couldn't ask anything useful at all, and when he walked into the main room, Walbeck found that this place was obviously different from the other rooms.

Instead of the other rooms, there was a beautiful wooden bamboo bed against the wall, which had a covered roof and mosquito nets hanging around it, apparently stolen from the homes of wealthy indigenous chiefs.

A frightened Native woman was curled up at the foot of the bed, clutching a thin quilt in her hands, while a fat pig-like Bostonian crouched in the middle of the room, guarded by two soldiers. This fat man looked to be at least fifty years old, his upper body was bare, his fat body was exposed, his lower body was only a pair of boxers, he stepped on the dirt ground with his bare feet, and his feet moved back and forth vigorously, obviously this position made him very uncomfortable.

Hearing the footsteps entering the room, he looked up in amazement and found Walbeck walking into the room with several soldiers, apparently the person in charge here. The fat man hurriedly said, "This uncle, what are you doing here?" Take whatever you want, just let us go, and I won't tell you about it afterwards. "Apparently the fat man had taken Walbeck and his party for robbery bandits.

A slight smile appeared on the corner of Walbeck's mouth, and he asked, "What's your name?" What position? What's in town? ”

The fat man said: "My name is Duo Monan, and I am a major belonging to the logistics unit of the Twentieth Army Corps, and I have brought seventy trucks this time, and I have come to Bukavu to transport the spoils of war. ”

"Spoils of war? It's been so long since the battle was fought, and the spoils of war haven't been transferred yet? Walbeck was a little confused.

"This ...... These trophies are...... It's just acquired. Duo Mo Nan stammered.

Before Walbeck could ask any further questions, an indigenous warrior ran in and said, "Report to Your Excellency the Governor, the whole town has been completely controlled, all one hundred and ninety-seven Bostonians have been controlled, and we have found ninety-seven trucks in the middle of the town, seventy of which are loaded with a large amount of goods, as well as many slaves. ”

"Slaves?" Walbeck turned to Domonan and said, "What's going on?" ”

"Due to too many conscriptions in the Boston Empire, there is a shortage of domestic labor, so the superiors require us to capture the indigenous people in the southern subcontinent as much as possible and send them back to China as slaves to make up for the shortage of labor. ”