"Does that make sense? It seems to me that this will make the British spend more coal, and every time their armored train comes, we have to hug our heads and run away, which is very humiliating! The Great Song people should give us some of their kind of artillery that they can carry on their shoulders and fire! A Boer militiaman and Sneijder complained.

"You can do whatever the chief tells you to do, where is all this nonsense?" Sneijder's two successive swimmings against the tide while the other Boer cavalry were busy fleeing from the British gave him considerable prestige among the Boer militia.

Sneijder, who had just slipped off a telephone pole on the side of the railroad, rolled his eyes at his grumbling companions, if he really didn't want to stay with these uninformed hillbillies any longer.

The big Song people at the airport are all talents, and they speak well, and even complaining is much funnier than these hillbillies. Well, the most important thing is that Sneijder feels more secure to stay with the Great Song people who have heavy firepower.

If his father was not a miner but an experienced hunter, he would have been able to go hunting with those big Song boys, and he would not have had to follow this group of hillbillies to cut the English telegraph wires.

Speaking of cutting the telegraph wire, that was really the only thing Sneijder and his friends did during the three days except sleeping and eating, during which time they were either cutting the telegraph line of the British or on their way to cutting the telegraph wire.

In fact, there was not much danger in this monotonous work, even if the Great Song people who could have given Sneider a sense of security by staying by their side did not act with them, but the two armored trains of the British, which could only patrol fixed routes along the railway, could not catch the highly mobile Boer militia who destroyed the communication facilities.

The British troops, who were sheltered by strong fortifications and large-caliber artillery, would make a prior agreement whenever they found that the cable telegraph was malfunctioning, and at the same time let armored trains pass in opposite directions from the two large strongholds, and at the same time exchange information on the telegraph lines.

It's just that in the past three days, under the instruction of Lu Xiangyang, the Boer militia has frantically destroyed the British telegraph lines at any cost, and the only two armored trains of the British army have been overloaded.

The British did not have a good response to the Boers' sabotage, except for some mines near the telephone poles with little effect, and they could only be restrained by the Boers, constantly going out to repair the telegraph lines.

Of course, the British had some pigeons that could be used. However, after two days of Boer commotion, the British no longer frequently released carrier pigeons to communicate with friendly forces in another stronghold.

Is the pigeon Nima flesh and blood? As soon as the line is broken, let the family fly, which does not let people, well, let the pigeons live, these Boer scum scum have to cut at least a dozen times a day telegraph wire!

At dawn, Snead woke up from the cold on the prairie, and he wrapped himself in a blanket and went to a small campfire to keep warm.

"Sneijder, your miner-level vigilance will cost you your life sooner or later!" Suddenly, someone whispered in German in Sneijder's ear.

Frightened, Sneijder quickly reached for his revolver, but he was immediately pounced on the ground and couldn't pull out the gun at all.

"It's me! What are you going to do with a gun? Through the faint light of the fire, Snead finally saw that it was the big Song Strawberry soldier who liked to fart and chat with him.

"Scared the hell out of me, why are you here?" Realizing that it was the Great Song people who touched him, Sneijder gave up his resistance and lay on the ground like a dead dog.

"Here, I'll show you something new!" Strawberry Soldier said as he put his individual night vision device on Sneiard's head.

"God! Is this the devil's eye? Sneijder was stunned by the green sight in the night vision goggles.

"Don't make a fuss, sit down, I have something to ask this Boer." Zou Heming, a seal who secretly mixed with C-17, stopped the strawberry soldiers' play.

Zou Heming took the rough embryo of the 101st Airborne Division and several strawberry soldiers to the camp of the Boer militia who had gone out to sabotage the British telegraph line, apparently on the mission of hijacking the British armored train.

After three days of fatigue tactics by the Boer militia, the British had begun to let their guard down, and they no longer went to work when the line was broken, nor did they release carrier pigeons as frequently as they had at the beginning to contact nearby friendly troops.

The British now patrol armoured trains only once a day, and even if the line is cut off by the Boer militia after the overhaul, they will wait until the next day to repair it.

The carrier pigeons also flew once after the patrol was destroyed again, and once it was confirmed that none of the nearby friendly forces had been attacked, the British army would be considered to have stopped for the day.

These patterns of activities of the British army have been recorded by Dutch-British citizens who are working in the stronghold, Lu Xiangyang and they are just thinking about the time difference between the British, the carjacking and the attack on the occupation of the material accumulation site started at the same time, and when the British come to their senses, the operation of looting the materials through the crowd is afraid that it will be over.

"Captain, put on the bodies of the British prisoners of war, the GPS device shows that they have reached the edge of the railway." The strawberry soldier slid the iPad in his hand and reported to Zou Heming.

The British prisoners captured by the Bugatti Veyron team attached to the French Foreign Legion on the edge of the bush finally came in handy, and although the British called armored trains were like papier-mâché in front of the anti-tank weapons passing through the crowd, it would have taken some effort to capture them with the driver and all his tails.

The British prisoners of war, who were forced to work for half a day, finally escaped from the "negligence" of a Great Song guard, and were "lucky" to obtain several water bottles with GPS positioning devices.

These British prisoners of war learned from the "small talk" of the guards of the Great Song Dynasty about the recent activity routes and travel patterns of their armored patrol trains, and it was obvious that the British prisoners of war, who did not have much supplies in their hands, also wanted to find these armed patrol trains.

"Well, it looks like the kitchen is pretty good for these Brits, and they arrived an hour earlier than we estimated." Zou Heming took the Ipad in the strawberry soldier's hand, looked at it and said.

Obviously, in order to rescue these captured unlucky people, the British armed patrol train had to stop, so that Zou Heming and the others would have a chance to get close to the controlled train.

After the sun rose, the British armored patrol train finally appeared in Zou Heming's field of vision as scheduled. Although the armored patrol train had been delayed by fatigue tactics for three or four days, the British soldiers had already slackened a little, but as well-trained professional soldiers, they still followed the basic procedures.

The British would fire at all possible ambushes around the railway, and only after confirming that there was no enemy ambush did the train slow down and stop, and the other locomotive would take it back to the place where the telegraph line needed to be repaired.

The supplies that the traversers had accidentally "left" for these British prisoners of war were just enough for them to come to this shrubby lot. As Lü Xiangyang expected, these British prisoners of war did not choose to continue their march when their supplies were exhausted, but hid in the bushes near these railways and waited for their armored trains, after all, they were also afraid of being discovered by the pursuing force sent by the Great Song people.

Unfortunately, these British prisoners of war, who had gone through a lot of hardships to get here, were able to bear the first round of fire from the armored train for Zou Heming.

Prudently, before the prisoners of war could identify themselves, the British plowed into the bushes with machine guns and naval guns mounted on trains.

Then the British prisoners of war who escaped showed their identities with gestures and flags, and then Zou Heming's unexpected bloody situation appeared, and the British soldiers in the car actually pulled their skins on the spot with the British prisoners of war who survived the robbery after parking!

"Damn, how much do you look down on us, standing in two rows on the side of the carriage and fighting?" Zou Heming gestured while his mouth was broken and his thoughts were broken, sending a signal to his teammates to act.