A large number of soldiers of the British South African Expeditionary Force in light brown uniforms and white helmets were gathering outside the railway station where the British supplies were stacked, but the British did not take any other measures after surrounding the railway station on three floors and three layers outside.

"Hey, boss, don't say your trick really works, the British really don't plan to attack inside?" A strawberry soldier said to Zou Heming.

In fact, Zou Heming's trick is nothing new for all rough billets from the 21st century, and every now and then you will see news on TV about KB elements taking hostages and making unreasonable demands.

That's right, Zou Heming casually fabricated a non-existent Boer militant group, and then claimed that his gang belonged to the group, and that the military operation was to occupy the station and take hostages in order to blackmail the British and South African colonial authorities into repatriating troops deployed at the Transvaal and Orange borders.

This matter has to be put on hold today, even if it is a township police station police officer Du Nima knows how to go through the process and let the department in charge deal with it in a targeted manner, but time goes back to a hundred years, and all the parties involved are confused.

Dude, you're not too drunk, are you? When did my British Empire take the lives of those station porters and low-level soldiers seriously? You have gained nothing from making such a fuss except to provide an excuse for us to send troops to the Transvadora!

Zou Heming also knew that the lives of the so-called British citizens were not worth much in those days, and he just wanted to divert the attention of the British commanders to other places, such as trying to find a way to deal with the hostages and robbers together, instead of thinking about how to transfer or burn the supplies.

Apparently the British commander had focused his attention on something else, and the reason why he had not given the order to attack the robbers until now was not only because there were too many supplies piled up in the station for him to throw into the mouse, but also because he was also waiting for his superiors to give an answer to the question of whether the attack would affect his promotion if the attack resulted in the death and injury of some British citizens.

The British officers were laughing at the so-called Boers, who had entered the age of hot weapons, and were still playing this old trick of taking hostages and making demands alone, and the British looked at the "poor worms" who were building fortifications in their encirclement with a cat-and-mouse mentality, and privately discussed letting them continue to pile sandbags, anyway, the time was on their side, and they would just bombard the fortifications with cannons for a while.

However, the people who really needed time were the ones who crossed the crowd, and the rough embryos were really happy to see the British standing still, and as soon as the train carrying their brigade headquarters and wheeled armored vehicles arrived, the British knew who was the mouse that was being played by the cat.

Our Queen of Blades drove the "Warthog" to collapse an important bridge in the direction of Durban and then returned to the airport to refuel, and the follow-up heavy fire did not arrive and the air support in the sky had left, Zou Heming and the rough embryo he led now had to face the embarrassing situation of no heavy fire support alone.

"Sir, what does the telegram say?" A British officer asked his superior.

"It's said here that a train carrying war correspondents will depart from Durban in an hour, and then stop at our station here, and hopefully we'll do a good job of hosting them." A British colonel said.

"But this has nothing to do with what we're asking for!?" The adjutant was bewildered when he heard the telegram.

"Humph! It has been made clear enough, let the lads go on the offensive, and as for the British citizens who are being taken hostage, we can only pray that God will bless them. The colonel said with a look of false compassion.

However, after the battle began, the progress of the offensive was beyond the British colonel's expectations, and the opponent was able to crush the recruits under his command, both in terms of weapons and equipment, and in terms of the military quality of the combat personnel.

It is not clear whether the hostages were killed or not, but at least one platoon of the British troops involved in the attack were killed or wounded.

"Superior firepower! How did our machine guns misfire again? A British lieutenant with a cat behind the bunker yelled.

"Sir, we don't have any more machine gunners who can stand!" The British soldiers, who explained the reason, did not forget to peel their skins.

If it weren't for the army that traversed the Liaodong Peninsula with all kinds of repeating weapons, it is estimated that Makqin would still be worried about the sales of the water-cooled machine gun he designed, and you should not expect the army other than the traversal to have any in-depth research on the setting of machine gun fire points.

Now the officers who can prevent their infantry from straying into the machine-gun fire network during the attack can be regarded as talents who are proficient in the use of machine-gun tactics.

As for how to increase the productivity of machine gun shooters, most of the time it will have to wait until the Travelers have taught the natives this bloody lesson before anyone will study this subject!

So not to mention the accurate shooters brought by Zou Heming, even if those guys with 7.62mm bullets in their hands are rough embryos, Du Nima has a chance to get a British unlucky guy who operates a machine gun without a protective shield from a distance.

"Hmph, apparently this damn Boer organization is also funded by the Great Song people, and the training level of those rioters is almost catching up with our boys!" The British colonel, who was watching from a distance, opened his eyes and said a nonsense, a few rough embryos of the 101st Airborne Division were blackened, well, but the strawberry soldiers might really be like that.

"Let's get those two big guys out of the warehouse, we'll have to set aside some time to whitewash the battlefield after cleaning up these guys, and we can't let the reporters know that there's been a fierce firefight here!" The British colonel said to his adjutant.

"Yo! What do I see!? This is playing the Cult of the Dota God!? "An accurate shooter who has occupied the high ground is the first to shout on the war channel.

"Tank!" Then more rough embryos reported on the new movements of the British army.

After listening to the sirens on the radio about the appearance of tanks, Zou Heming finally saw the main owner.

Judging by the speed of this guy's movement, uh, no, movement, it does make sense that this tank, which can be called the pioneer of the "Cult of the Dota God", has made him look forward to it for ten minutes or so.

"Oh, I'll go, maybe that little British fitter really didn't lie, the diesel engine he saw really Nima had an output of about 200 or so, otherwise he wouldn't be able to push this thing made by the British!" Zou Heming said.

What does the pioneer of the "Duota Divine Cult" in the mouth of this rough embryo look like? Let's put it this way, it is roughly a blend of the "Turtle" tank made by the British at the end of World War II and the strange "Grant Lee" tank of Eagle Sauce!

Note that it's a blender, not a combination! The British seem to have first created a turf similar to the "Turtle" heavy assault tank, but most of them were not satisfied with the small angle and inflexible steering of the gun mounted in the middle of the tank's hull, so Nima added a turret to the wide hull.

It's just that once the designer's idea is opened, it feels like chewing "Xuanmai" and can't stop at all, maybe it was affected by those monkey versions of 'Vickers' by Yang Hao and them from the blind spot with RPG-7 some time ago, this is a big tank compared to "Arjun", and at least one turret on the body can be seen to be newly made, which is very different from the main part of the Nima color scheme.

Burst! A grenade fired by an RPG-7 rushed towards the front of the ugly tank with a tail flame. Even if there are no militias mixed out of the Syrian scene, but they are all masters who have mixed with the scenes of Iraq and Afghanistan, who can not have the experience of not eating pork and seeing pigs in the aisle? The rough embryos have already built a firing point in a suitable place for launching anti-tank rockets!

"Damn, I can't hit it in the face!" The rough embryo at the observation site reported the unsuccessful results of RPG-7.

However, fortunately, the mobility of this hybrid turtle is extremely poor, and the turrets piled on it are probably not electrically driven, so the rough blank that launched the RPG-7 was able to escape in its entirety.

"I'll go! Now it's a big deal.,How can the RPG-7 have to have a 300 mm penetration depth at this distance.,How much armor did the British pile up on the front face of this thing? Zou Heming scolded.

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