Seeing that the main position had been breached, Major Hilton gave the order to retreat. If he continues to resist, the exchange ratio may not be so good, at least for now, his troops still play a good exchange ratio, killing and killing a lot of guerrillas, in the face of an offensive of this scale, it is already very good to be able to do this. You know, no more than a hundred of his 400 or so men are actually combatants, and the rest are all colonial troops who only bully civilians. That's a good thing to do. Besides, Major Hilton didn't think it was a big deal to let the guerrillas into the concentration camp. Anyway, the farmsteads of the Boers had been burned down, and they had nowhere to go when they came out. Moreover, now that other British troops are also on their way, even if those Boers want to retreat now, they will probably lose their skins.

Of course, there is also a way to retreat, first let the local troops withdraw, let Ah San's troops stay, and then let Ah San withdraw. Fortunately, the guerrillas did not pursue, so the retreat went smoothly. However, Major Hilton made a big mistake when he retreated, and that was to forget to take or destroy the medical materials from the camp.

After entering the Shire concentration camp, the situation in the camp surprised all the partisans.

One by one, the people in the concentration camp were yellow and thin, and in just a few months, many of them were already skinny and skinny. The condition of women and children was even more terrible, according to British standards, they only gave each Boer man 0.75 pounds of potatoes a day, and even less for women and children. With such a little food, it is difficult to even survive without saying that it is enough to sustain one's stomach. The conditions in the camps were also extremely harsh. The camp was built improvised, and the so-called house was nothing more than a few thin planks around it, and then a thin plank was covered with it. Later, a layer of soil was piled up along the thin wooden planks, which was barely enough to strengthen the ability to keep warm. No, in fact, when the partisans and the journalists walked into these rooms, they didn't feel the temperature any different from the outside.

In order to maintain the temperature in the room as much as possible, there are almost no windows in the room. So it's as dark as night at all times. Such houses are generally not large, with an average size of less than twenty square meters per house, but the British have crammed an average of seventeen to twenty people into such a small house.

And the British didn't provide furniture or anything for the Boers who lived here, not even beds. So even though it was winter, the Boers who lived in it could only sleep on the grassy ground. Living in such an environment, forced to perform high-intensity labor, the physique of a person who can not get sick, according to the DND standard, the physique points are estimated to be at least 18-19 points, or, to use the metaphor of Greek mythology, that is, an Achilles without heel weakness.

Obviously, there were no such people in the concentration camps, especially among women, and there was no monster with a physique comparable to Achilles, although according to Greek mythology, Achilles would often put on a skirt and hide in the middle of a large crowd of girls to pretend to be a girl.

So it's no surprise that although it's not yet the season for epidemics, there are still epidemics in the camps. Especially among women and children. Although the British had some doctors in the camps, these doctors were more used to serve the British. They would hardly provide services to these sick Boers. And the lack of medicine is also a serious problem. In the pharmacies of the concentration camps, the partisans found very little medicine.

The inevitable problem of such an environment is the high mortality rate in the concentration camps. According to the records found by the partisans in the camps, the death rate in the camps had been as high as 30 per cent in the last two months. According to the Boers who were imprisoned in the concentration camps, many people died every day, and the dead were piled up in a courtyard over there, and when there were enough to fill a train car, they were dragged away by train, and the Boers did not know where they were hauled.

"Maybe drag it to the crematorium in the city and burn it down." Someone said so.

"So where is that house, can you take me to see it?" Miss Emily 61 Hobhouse asked.

"Yes, ma'am." A Boer replied, "You can come with me if you want to see it, but ...... You want to control yourself......"

Several other reporters were busy taking pictures of the Boers in the camp and asking them questions. Only Bildt found Waldner and said to him: "Monsieur Waldner, I have found some statistics of the Englishman in the Englishman's infirmary, and I would like to ask if I can take it with me." Mr. Waldner, this will be the strongest evidence for us to expose their crimes. ”

"What did you find?" Waldner asked curiously.

"A register of people who died in concentration camps. The staggering death rate in the concentration camps during this period is documented. Bildt replied.

"Can you take a look at it too?" Waldner said.

"Absolutely." Bilt replied as he handed Waldner a notepad. Waldner took it and looked through it, and gradually his hands shook uncontrollably, and his face became more and more terrifying, so that Bildt was worried that he would tear the little book to shreds in anger. However, the guerrilla leader quickly held his heart down, and he silently closed the little book, handed it back to Bildt, and after a long time said: "This is really an important book of incriminating evidence, please keep it, take it out, and the whole world will see what kind of evil we are fighting against." ”

……

"Oh my God!" Although she had been mentally prepared, when the Boer opened the courtyard door halfway, the sight in front of her was still so incredulous to Emily61 Hobhouse that she had to take several steps back, as if a violent hurricane had blown from inside after the courtyard door had been opened.

The courtyard was stacked like a pile of wood, neatly stacked with the naked corpses of the dead Boers. Because the yard was not big, but there were too many corpses, the corpses were divided into piles and stacked layer by layer. The bottom layer is some men, and then another layer of lime is sprinkled on top, and then another layer of women is on top, and then another layer of lime. And then there's a layer of kids...... It's early September, and it's early spring in South Africa, and although the temperature is still below freezing for more than half of the day, the corpses piled up here have begun to emit a foul smell.

Emily 61 Hobhouse stood outside the courtyard gate, full of fear. She had been skeptical when she had heard of terrible things that had happened in concentration camps in South Africa, because human beings were always capable of doing bad things beyond the imagination of many individuals. Especially when Emily 61 Hobhouse herself was still an Englishman, she was naturally more reluctant to believe that people in her own country would do such a thing, although, intellectually, Emily 61 Hobhouse also knew that the lower limit of the British Empire was rare in human history, but, as an Englishman, she always hoped that her country could be more ...... As a result, although her reason had compelled her to guess her homeland with the worst of malice, Emily 61 Hobhouse felt completely overwhelmed when the fact that was still far beyond her expectations was laid before her.

"Ma'am, would you like to go in and take a closer look? Need to take a photo...... You ......" The Boer opened the door of the other half of the courtyard as well, and when he turned around, he saw Emily 61 Hobhouse kneeling straight on the muddy ground, tears streaming down his face.

……

It took about half an hour for the reporters to gather as much as they could and then prepare to retreat. Gunfire could already be heard from both the north and the south - the blocking forces were fighting with British reinforcements. Now the partisans and journalists need to retreat.

"What about the civilians?" Karlsson asked.

"Let those who still have the strength to follow us follow us." Waldner replied that he had been thinking about it since he had seen the horrors of the concentration camps, "Anyway, no matter where you go, it is no worse than staying here." ”

"But what about those who can't keep up with us?" Karlsson continued.

Waldner was silent, and after a while he said in a deep voice: "Karlsson, you know, we are not God Almighty, and we cannot slow down. ”

Karlsson was also silent, he also understood that the blocking force would not be able to withstand the British army for long, and when retreating, if they took those civilians who could not go fast, they would inevitably be caught up by the British army, and then I was afraid that it would be a big rout, and even a few people from the guerrillas would be a problem at that time.

"Karlsson, you take those civilians who can still ride horses first, and I will bring someone to cut off the queen for you. Those who can't walk, let them go out into the wilderness first, it's better than staying here. Oh, and there are a hundred or so kids in the camps, ask their parents, and if they agree, let the older ones go with you, and the younger ones...... You go and ask the journalists to see if they can take these kids away. ”