Diana put forward a lot of very constructive opinions at the combat meeting of the Boer militia, and the extra 100 years of knowledge in her mind was not given in vain, even some military common sense that is too simple from the perspective of modern people can be regarded as very unique opinions in this kind of combat meeting of the irregular army more than 100 years ago.

"I suggest that you abandon the plan to ambush the British reinforcements sent to the airfield, and instead make the illusion of maneuvering with most of the cavalry to Johannesburg during the day. During the night, we will continue to make our troops assemble in batches back to this place, and when the British reinforcements have returned to the various positions, we will attack the British airfields again. Diana said, pointing to the map.

For this field airfield, which was far from the British colony along the coastline, it was obviously difficult to provide logistical supplies to a large number of garrison troops and engineers at the same time. The backward capacity of this era dictated that the British army could only make the choice of either reducing the airfield defense force or reducing the construction personnel.

Having received a large number of indications that the Boer cavalry had returned to Johannesburg, the British should have opted for the former. After all, if we want this field airfield to be restored to use as soon as possible, we must invest more construction personnel to carry out emergency repairs.

"The British are likely to send their newly developed tanks to the airfield, and you must be vigilant. According to the estimation of the arms experts of the Great Song North Industries Company, the British tank mobility was poor, but in a defensive battle, its entire weakness would obviously be much smaller. Our experts estimate that this tank turret is not very flexible, so I suggest that when you encounter this armored unit, it is best to use the tactic of using Molotov cocktails to burn it after getting close to its frontal fire. Diana said.

The kerosene incendiary bottles that the Boers can make continuous burning noodles are indeed enough for a tank like John Bull whose armor is not thicker than 13 mm, and it is estimated that after eating a few Molotov cocktails, if the people inside do not come out, they will soon become roasted sweet potatoes.

There is also this kind of tank in the experimental stage, which is certainly not designed to focus on street fighting, and its engine protection is mostly negligible. Once the kerosene from the Molotov cocktail flows into the engine compartment through the cracks in the armor, or the gasoline in the tank is ignited by the flame-scorched armor, the whole copycat "Vickers" tank is a Zippo lighter, and it is just a little bit off!

Of course. This will make Hans's family have already made up a more powerful diesel internal combustion engine, but with the relationship between Hans and John Bull, this batch of "Vickers" can only carry Zhibao lighters on the road.

After the military meeting, Diana was almost dragged away from the reception dinner by Tian Buzi, who had already learned the latest text message from the "director team".

As a first-hand witness of the "North American Mustang" light attack plane's accidental back attack, Diana was also well aware of the madness of the "director team", and dropped the napkin hanging around her neck and rushed directly to Pretoria with Tian Buzi and Mia.

Although the Boers took Diana's advice to return the carbines, they still did not pay enough attention to the British tanks she spoke of, or their small notes of relying on carrier pigeons to carry the news were limited, and the second Boer raid on the British field airfield did not go well.

As Diana had predicted, the light tank with a heart problem could largely ignore its slow climb in defensive battles, and as a mobile fire support point, its speed of 15 km/h on the paved surface of the airfield was more than sufficient.

In the first phase of the raid, the Boer cavalry killed and wounded many construction workers and burned a large amount of construction equipment of the British army.

However, the situation changed as soon as the British tanks appeared, and the British infantry could use the cover of the iron-clad turtles in these towns to assemble, so as to slowly regain the advantage from the passive situation of being raided.

Although the Vickers tanks were only equipped with two 7.62 mm Maxim heavy machine guns, they were enough to deal with the Boer cavalry, which had only incendiary grenades and rifles, especially if the opponent had not yet figured out Diana's tactic of dropping Molotov cocktails at close range under cover.

Soon the Boers were scattered, and under the frantic strafing of the Maxim heavy machine guns, the Boers, who were only armed with rifles, had no intention of fighting at all, and hurriedly took advantage of the gap before the British cavalry troops arrived.

"Sneiard, look, over there! There are still people who have not withdrawn! A Boer militiaman, who was leading his horse and trying to get out of contact with the British, shouted to his companion.

"Let's go, we've taken care of them, do you see their horses? Maybe some officer over there organized those who had lost their mounts to buy time for us to retreat! Sneijder said to his companion.

"But, somebody has to tell them we're retreating, you don't look like they're covering the retreat at all!" Said the companion.

Intellectually speaking, Sneijder had already sentenced the guys who were still organizing the attack to death, and they couldn't get rid of the British pursuit without losing their mounts, and the final outcome was either surrender or death.

But these ragged guys behind them are obviously not the police from Johannesburg or the regular Boer army from Pretoria, it is estimated that they were civilians like themselves not long ago, and it seems that most of them are still hard-pressed miners.

Class sympathy made Sneijder feel sorry at the last minute, and he decided to tell the bitter buddies who were still in attack formation that they had retreated, well, in fact, their men were almost finished.

"Hey, let's go! No matter what orders those commanders give you, it's up to everyone to leave! Sneijder shouted in Afrikan to the wretched men who had no horses.

"Hey, what's that guy yelling about?" Yang Hao asked his companion as he pulled out a cigarette from the guy's mouth.

After two years of messing around in the war-torn Syrian scene of the dome, he could almost understand Arabic, English, and French everyday language, but what was the guy in the worse costume than himself yelling, Yang Hao really couldn't understand it, well, couldn't understand a word.

"Damn, the 'director team' loves to sprinkle clone mercenaries around us, and I'm not a professor at the Foreign Chinese Academy, how do I know so much?" Hu Kaili glanced at Yang Hao, who was smoking a cigarette from his mouth, and said.

"If you don't understand it, you probably won't survive the second episode. To say that the 'director team' is really getting more and more out of the score, I can't bear the poor military quality of this mercenary, but as a courier with a landing time of less than an hour, is it really good for you to hold a broken gun? Leaning back against a small mound, Yang Hao said leisurely with circles under his eyes.

In this scene that has been completely destroyed, the equipment supply of picking up the dead has become an important logistical means for Yang Hao's small team.

And this guy who straightens his waist when he hears the clatter of the machine gun on the other side, in the eyes of an old ruffian like Yang Hao, is the kind of courier who falls into a box, but there doesn't seem to be anything valuable on the girl, oh, that horse is good, enough for all of us to have a big meal.

"Tanks! Tank! "Suddenly, someone shouted in Arabic and English, and it seemed that the tough bones of the day were going to play

"The RPG team is here to standby!" Hu Kaili snatched the cigarette from Yang Hao's mouth at this time, and heard someone shouting at them.

"I'll give you a lung! Didn't you just come a few days ago with a batch of 'Cornet', why did you let us carry the bazooka again! Yang Hao scolded while sorting out the rockets in his backpack.

"It is estimated that most of them are DIY iron cars, or old guys who have retired from service, and they are reluctant to use missiles." Hu Kaili took a hard puff and then snuffed out the cigarette and placed it in the pocket of his tactical vest.

The teammate on the left is hiding in cover and shooting an AK47 rifle, presumably to attract the attention of the tank. Looking at the way his teammates calmly shot outward, Yang Hao estimated that the tank should not have large-caliber artillery, otherwise the grandson who was covering would be afraid that his legs would be shaking.

"Ho! This group of dogs is in tatters, this shape, tsk, can't be pulled out of the museum, right? Hu Kaili, who went out to observe first, complained after seeing the British's "Vickers".