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The British commander, General Corey, hoped only that his reinforcements would arrive to lift the siege of the Bronckhorst River, but everything was not as simple as he had imagined.

The Langxia area had already been ambushed with heavy troops, waiting for the other side to throw themselves into the net, and the French were not so kind as to let go of a single Englishman. This time, they had long been prepared to wipe out the troops heading for the Transvaal, and they would show no mercy.

The advancing army reached Lang Gorge, which was even more precipitous than he had imagined, and Corey feared that the Boers would lay an ambush in this place, because he would have done the same.

"What would you do if you were a Boer?"

This question was asked hundreds of times in General Kerry's mind, but he didn't know that the British army on the Bronckhorst River had been surrounded and suppressed, and they had no chance to be heroes to save the gang.

General Corey entered the Lang Gorge, which was not far from Bronckhorstgan, and traversed this treacherous formation,

General Cory, led an army of more than a thousand people, stood quietly at the entrance to the gorge and waited quietly for news from the reconnaissance troops. He knew very well that such terrain was very easy to set up an ambush, and he could only wait for the reconnaissance department to feedback information from the front line.

When the reconnaissance team returned, the information brought to him was a big surprise. At this time, the Boers, together with the French volunteers, were encircling the 94th Infantry Regiment of the British army, and they were already surrounded by regiments, and the situation was precarious. If Corey's reinforcements don't rush over, they will only be annihilated.

Upon hearing this, Corey decided to rush through Lang Gap to support the besieged army on the other side, since the reconnaissance team had already explored in advance, it was not very likely that they might be ambushed. Just like an ambush is nothing more than harassment by a small force, it is nothing to them at all.

Although General Corey was wary of the Boer militia and the French volunteers, they were still adamant that they were nothing more than a rabble, and that the first priority was to free the besieged British regiments.

Sure enough, as Cory had predicted, they passed through Langxia without encountering any danger. and quickly approached the besieged troops. At this time, they saw the bright red uniforms in the distance, and after spotting reinforcements, they began to approach their side.

"Go forward and support our team."

However, before General Corey could finish speaking, the "own people" in red uniforms actually fired at their reinforcements, and the weapons used were still French firearms.

"Trap?"

Corey immediately realized that something was wrong, and he hurriedly ordered the soldiers to evacuate in the direction of Lang Gorge, but it was already too late. The back road had long been blocked by French volunteers, who set up machine guns and artillery and aimed at the besieged British troops.

Those figures scattered in all corners appeared in front of the British troops, and after completing the interception mission, they cooperated with the Maxim heavy machine guns to form the last firepower of this infantry regiment.

They were the last bargaining chip to stop the British troops from withdrawing, and this condescending figure of giants could not help but make the attacking lobster soldiers feel cowardly and timid. The Imperial Army, which had been glorious for more than half a century, was now like sheep waiting to be slaughtered, blocking the entrance to the canyon with the French volunteers.

"It's ......"

Corey only thought of the rumors that the older generation had heard.

The legions of the First French Empire, which had routed the combined elite forces of several countries, had reappeared before the British army, and after they had repelled the German army, it was finally Great Britain's turn to experience the nightmare.

"Soldiers, get ready for me."

General Corey subconsciously pulled out his saber and involuntarily clenched the hilt.

"We are now facing a group of demons, demons from Corsica!"

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"Prime Minister Gladstone, you must take a look at this telegram."

Granville suddenly burst into the Prime Minister's office, Prime Minister Gladstone had never seen this guy so rude, and his eyes glanced at the telegram in his hand, and immediately understood something.

"Calm down, Granville. What is there to make you so flustered, is it the French who have declared war on Britain? ”

Granville handed the telegram to Prime Minister Granston with a pale face, and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and said slowly, "The Boers, we annihilated the troops we sent to encircle and suppress the Boers, just five hours ago. ”

"What?"

Prime Minister Gladstone's eyes widened suddenly, he had never expected such a thing to happen.

"You mean that the British troops sent to the Transvaal to encircle and suppress them were all wiped out?"

"Yes, the whole army is annihilated, and not a single one is left."

Granville placed the telegram on Prime Minister Gladstone's desk with a very ugly face.

"We have never suffered such losses yet, and our colonial troops were killed and wounded in 247 of the 247 men in Pochevstrum. In Lang Gorge our army had 159 killed, 133 wounded, and 54 captured. ”

Prime Minister Gladstone asked, "What about the other side's losses?" The British army suffered so many casualties, presumably the Boers suffered a lot of losses. ”

Granville took a deep breath, his expression distorted, as if he had mustered up a lot of courage to speak.

"The number of Boer casualties...... Single digits...... Our army was crushed and beaten by them, and they were beaten without any defense, and this is what happened in the Transvaal. Now ......"

With a bang, Prime Minister Gladstone slammed his fist on the oak table, and he waited for his eyes to say, "You repeat, what are the casualties of the Boers?" ”

Granville's tone was much weaker, and he whispered, "Single digit ......"

"Are you sure it's a single digit?"

"Pretty sure, there's nothing wrong with that."

"I wonder how these country peasants, who don't even know how to hold a gun, were able to inflict such heavy losses on the British army overnight."

"Because...... The French sent several ships of volunteers to the Transvaal, and also declared that they would help the Boers as independently as they did the Americans. ”

"It's French again! It's these bastards again, and the devil believes that the Tuileries Palace is not behind it, they are the elite troops of the Guards. Well, I probably know what's going on, and I'm definitely not going to let Paris go this time. If you want a peaceful settlement of the dispute in the Transvaal, go to the Tuileries Palace! ”

Prime Minister Gladstone pointed at Granville, and he said angrily, "Send me a diplomatic report, and we will make the shamelessness of the French public!" ”

"But doesn't that mean that the defeat of the British army is also made public?"

Granville wanted to save London's face, and if the public knew that the world's largest army had been beaten by a group of peasants and volunteers in a colony in South Africa, it would be a reputational blow to the Prime Minister Gladstone's cabinet.

Prime Minister Gladstone's eyes widened, and he said calmly, "The purpose of making it public is to contact Berlin and join forces against the Tuileries Palace." I don't believe that the savior who saved France can save France again! This time Britain will definitely not sit idly by, we will unite with Berlin to suppress them! ”

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