Drary stared at the map on his desk that he had studied until three o'clock in the morning last night, and the red circle held by the big Song man's finger no longer knew how many brain cells had strangled him.

This open field, which is still a long way from the railway line, is said to be very arid, and if time were to go back a year, I am afraid that no farmer would be willing to pay even a shilling for it.

It was not until the British declared war on the Boers that it was rarely mentioned at previous war meetings. There was a lack of water for the horses, and the cavalry even removed it from the alternate road map for outflanking the British.

But when the British put a new war machine into battle, its fortunes changed dramatically. The military advisory group of the Great Song people had made it clear that it would not be long before the British engine technology matured and their planes would be able to take off from the red circle on the map and hover over Johannesburg.

By that time, every army and every shipment from Johannesburg would be in the hands of the British, which would be absolutely devastating for the Boers, who were absolutely inferior in military strength.

Despite the success of the last cavalry raid on the British airfield, and a second surprise attack on the airfield at the suggestion of the Great Song military advisors, Drary struggled with the map for most of the night, hoping for an effective solution that would deter the British from building an airfield in the area, rather than just harassing the British troops who were constantly attacking them.

Volunteers of the Great Song Empire? Maybe we can use more outside forces in our battle with the British in this region, well, we have to take advantage of this God-given opportunity.

The term "volunteers" is not unfamiliar to Drarey, as they began to create public opinion in Europe when their Boers and the British South African mining companies were in a stalemate, and I heard that many sympathetic people not only donated money and materials, but even planned to come to Africa to fight the British with them.

However, it was unthinkable that when those clamoring to pick up guns and fight with the Boers in Europe were still in the stage of war of words, the "volunteers" of the Great Song people had already arrived in an area that was very important to both the British and the British.

Well, maybe it's not a volunteer, it's probably some kind of excuse for the Great Song people to meddle in the affairs of southern Africa. But who cares who they really are? It is now in the best interest of the disadvantaged Boers to get more forces involved in this dispute.

"Pete, you should know very well that the affairs of the east belong to Louis Botha's coward, and I am also anxious that your people are trapped in that hellish place, but I have my own defense zone, and I don't think I can help you." Drary spread out his hands and made a gesture of helplessness.

Damn, Dute is a thousand-year-old goblin, don't talk to me about fasting, okay? You really have a political disagreement with Louis Botha, but not to the point where your troops can't enter the East Transvaal! Temboz was also very helpless about the coy attitude of this Boer militia general who was very close to him on the surface.

It seems that if you don't give these grandsons some fierce information, the rough embryos that were thrown down by the "director team" are really in danger of being swallowed alive by the British.

"Your Excellency, I have unfortunately been told that the son of a member of the House of Lords is also in that trapped volunteer team. Considering that the MP himself was a radical keen to promote a policy of containing the British, I think that if his son had encountered any misfortune in the British-controlled areas of southern Africa, I am afraid that his future speeches in Parliament would have been regarded as arrogant rhetoric to vent his anger. "Tenbuz threw out the lies he had made up.

Well, interesting! The son of a noble councillor, no wonder you came knocking on my door early in the morning. However, even if we send troops to get this undead kid back now, and his father is willing to admit our feelings, how long will he have to operate in the Great Song Assembly to get those bills in our favor passed?

If his son had been stuck at that damn airport, he would have been able to help us a lot by bypassing the Great Song Council, and it would definitely be faster than waiting for the chatters in the council to finish spitting and then raise their hands to vote!

"Pete, the pressure on my defense area is also very high, and I can't spare too many troops to rescue the volunteers in your country, but I will try my best to send troops to assist Botha's rescue operation." Drary said to Tenbuz.

"No, no, what I want is not to help as much as possible, but to hope that you and Mr. Botha can concentrate their superior forces to rescue the citizens of the Great Song who are trapped there!" Temboz tried to make himself look out of shape, trying to imitate as much as possible the aggressive attitude of later generations of Eagle Sauce diplomats.

"Pete, as the military commander of the East Transvaal, I must be responsible for the overall situation, and the rash transfer of a large number of troops will adversely affect the entire situation of the war! You have to calm down, the British don't have a lot of troops in that area, and I promise to send enough troops in that direction to contend with the British! Drary said.

Well, it's your sentence that I'm waiting for, and sure enough, I left the territory of Liaodong and there are people everywhere who are immune to the protagonist's mentally handicapped aura! Enough troops to compete with the British? You're trying to play tug-of-war with the British on our backs, well, it's better to be a defensive battle surrounded by the British, right, you're really talented!

"I hope to see the troops you mentioned soon, and I'll take my weapons and join your warriors to rescue our trapped citizens!" Tenbutz's face was full of condescension and humiliation.

He estimated that since the "director team" text message said that the transmitter was armed personnel, then this group of people would definitely not be left behind with bare hands like he did on the night of D+15, and the rough embryos who had just arrived would have some modern weapons in their hands, as long as they pulled a certain number of Boer militia, it shouldn't be too difficult to break through.

"Nope! Pete, this can't be! The Great Song Citizen trapped there is enough of a headache for me, and I won't let you go to danger again! Drary looked like a fried cat when he heard Tianbuz's words.

Yo, you guess that even the guy surnamed Zhao on the Liaodong Peninsula rushed to that airport with a gun, tsk, drama spirit! Tian Buzi also admires this general who can give full play to his acting skills in pajamas!

As expected, after a whole set of stern refusals, loud shouts, good words of persuasion, bitter pleading, and finally a tearful send-off, General Delarry gave Tianbuz a lever rifle that was said to be his own hunting, and then watched with a solemn face as Tianbuz and the Boer cavalry set off on horseback to follow the Boer cavalry reinforcing the airfield.

At this time, they have already roughly calculated the materials they have on hand, and the food, clothing, and tents are quite abundant, but the water source is a troublesome matter.

The well dug by the British at the airport was more than enough for their 110 people to drink, even for laundry and bathing, after all, the well was supposed to supply no less than 1,000 people, and now it is also the rainy season, and the groundwater is abundant.

The pain was that the well was located outside their defensive circle, and due to the lack of manpower, it was impossible to expand the defensive circle to the entire airfield in order to prevent the British from infiltrating Jiangyuan, which was something that the British army had not done well with three battalions of troops.

Unfortunately, the terrain that is more conducive to defense and the water well are almost separated by an entire airport, and after weighing it again, Jiangyuan and they chose to camp in a place suitable for building a defensive position, and the hidden danger of water shortage can only be put aside for the time being.

Fortunately, the British didn't have time to take a lot of ammunition, and in Yang Hao's words, those round-tipped lead rifle bullets were enough to make an IED for the Brit to land on the moon.

As for the infantry guns, Juncker said that if there was enough time to extract their ballistic data, he would have a way to use the PzH2000's built-in fire control computer to improve the accuracy of the guns.

Regarding this idea, Jiang Yuan said that he would talk about it later, what they lacked at the moment was time. Maybe in a few days, all the shells of those infantry guns will be used as IED materials by the rough embryos, so you want to be more reliable.