Night was falling

The shores of Lake Taal sparkled with the smell of blood mixed with dirt and the faint cry of a woman.

Brightly lit tents

Li Fushou sat on a warm and soft polar bear fur mat, holding a cup of hot coffee in his hand, and was slowly drinking, his eyes looking at the message that had just been drafted.

This is a telegram sent to Governor Frank of Queensland, which describes the battle that took place on the shores of Lake Taal truthfully, without exaggeration or distortion.

It was a short and fierce battle with thousands of people, and there were so many people who witnessed it, and it was impossible for all the remnants of the defeated soldiers to be killed by the encirclement and suppression of the cavalry, so any intention to distort this fierce battle was foolish.

The only thing that's slightly different

It was not too late for the Red River Valley cavalry to arrive, but on purpose.

Except for Li Fushou and a few decision-making chiefs, no one else knew about this, and they thought it was the case.

After learning that the encirclement and suppression cavalry had trespassed into the Red River Valley pasture without notice, the situation in front of Li Fushou was completely clear, and it was the only one-way transparent among the three forces.

It depends on the home game, and all the cowboys and herders who are wandering in the Guitouling area are the eyes of the Red River Valley side, which the other two teams can't compare to in any way.

On the part of the Pilken gang, everyone is afraid to avoid it, and the encirclement and suppression of the cavalry is the only unknown force that has broken through in the past three years or so, and no one has rushed to lick the ditch, which is obviously unrealistic.

For all Red River Valley cowboys who have received military training, it is not only an obligation, but also a duty to report any military information and any anomalies, and with it comes a great reward.

The three cowboys who came to report the news received a total of 100 pounds, which was paid on the spot, which made them happy to close their mouths.

If you don't report it, hehe......

The severe punishment that ensues is by no means something that the cowboys can bear, you must know that the cowboys are not only hired workers in the Red River Valley ranches, but also disciples of the Hongmen, and the strict mountain rules and precepts are not a joke, they are going to die.

The battlefield is one-way transparent, the situation quickly becomes complicated, and Li Fushou is faced with a variety of choices.

First, it is possible to quickly contact the side of the encirclement and suppression cavalry, and the two sides can join hands to encircle and suppress the intruding gangs, which is the most feasible plan.

The advantage is that the threat of the Pilken bandits can be completely eliminated, and the team can be trained through combat, establish prestige, and consolidate the rule in the Red River Valley.

The disadvantages are also obvious;

If you go to contact the white cavalry, it will obviously be used as cannon fodder, and I am afraid that the first round of charging will be the Red River Valley cavalry, and there will be no honor after the war.

What is the picture of more than 1,000 people in the encirclement and suppression cavalry team, eating and sleeping in the open for a few months?

No matter how generous the British Empire was, it didn't take honor seriously, and nine out of nine of the shares that went to the head of the Red River Valley were drizzle, which was too cost-effective.

Second, deliberately exposing the news that the white encirclement and suppression cavalry is coming, and the two strong will inevitably have one wound, and it is best to lose both.

This is even more undesirable, not to mention that it is tantamount to giving away the lever, which will surely meet the wrath of the British Empire, and it is simply an idiotic act.

With such a move alone, he and the Peel gang were pulled on the same line, and they couldn't wash it off.

It is more realistic to expect the bandits to keep it secret for themselves and be grateful, rather than believing that white people are good people who eat fasting and recite Buddha.

Weighing the pros and cons, Li Fushou immediately decided to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight;

You can do it, I just hit the soy sauce and pass by.

The course of the Battle of Taal Lake was completely beyond Li Fushou's expectations, presenting a one-sided slaughter, but one side was not the other.

Now reviewing the entire battle, Li Fushou found that he had been stolen.

Once happened in Queensland and even the whole of Australia, the only time the use of a Gatling heavy machine gun to repel bandits was created by himself, and I didn't expect to give inspiration to the "wild wolf" Bilken, how can this be reasonable?

He would rather not have such glory, and others should firmly deny it when they think of it.

It's shameful!

The encirclement cavalry invested 976 knights in the battle of Lake Kehl, and in the face of six hand-cranked Gatling heavy machine guns, they charged against the hail of bullets, killing 477 on the spot, seriously wounding 106 and slightly wounding 51, and only more than 340 white knights escaped.

As of now;

According to the existing conditions in the Red River Valley, there are not so many doctors to treat them, so they can only rely on their own strength, and those who can survive the dangerous period of infection are thankfully more than 20 people.

And that's just the statistics in the vicinity of the camp, not counting the losses of the Birken gang along the way, so it can be seen that the lethality of the heavy machine guns is really amazing, and it almost single-handedly changed the situation of the battle.

From this point of view, Li Fushou has to admit that Bilken is a smart and good student, but he is not used in the right path.

"Someone's coming."

"Here, please ask the master to command."

"Arrange for a courier to travel overnight to Brisbane to present this classified document to Governor Frank."

"Yes."

The secretary took the message with both hands, turned and left quickly.

Early the next morning

A thin layer of frost had fallen on the forests and meadows, the cold air chilled, and the camp was busy early.

The early knights feed the horses in an orderly manner, drink water, and serve the war horses is a must for every knight, and the war horses are not animals, but comrades who fight side by side on the battlefield.

A lot of people were vomiting and working at the same time, and their performance was significantly better than yesterday.

Seeing the bloody and miserable battlefield with my own eyes, hundreds of people vomited in unison, and many people vomited bile, and the big scene was spectacular.

According to the Peak Command;

A troop of cavalry, escorting the abducted white women and lightly wounded soldiers, returned to Brisbane in advance, and these men were left to the people of the Home Office to be a headache, and the Red River Valley was not obliged to arrange for them.

Over the course of the night, the number of dead soldiers rose to 530, and half of the remaining seriously wounded did not survive today.

This still fills the camp with a strong smell of blood, which makes people have a headache.

After the group had breakfast, the order came;

The battalion left, and the target was the Ghost Head Ridge garrison point, and the vanguard was composed of wolf cavalry guards and 2 militia hundreds, which was expected to arrive at noon.

The Tiger Cavalry and the remaining five militia centurions will leave in the early afternoon and are expected to arrive by the evening.

At the same time, the probe rode out.

In this lush mountain forest, it is easy to hide a dozen people, but it is even more difficult to hide a team of hundreds of people.

After the Battle of Karl Lake, the Red River Valley side will no longer underestimate the combat effectiveness of the bandits, and who knows when they will go crazy?

Putting it aside for the time being, Brisbane is already boiling at this time.

The shocking news from the messenger who arrived overnight yesterday was like a boulder crashing into the calm lake, setting off a shocking wave.

The Brisbane Pioneer newspaper preemptively reported the disastrous defeat at Lake Carr and obtained detailed casualty figures, including the death of Colonel Macbeth, the head of the encirclement cavalry, Holliday, the sheriff of South Wales, and most of the RCMP, and the whereabouts of Frank McLaughrie.

The telegraph signal flew through the air, causing a huge shock in Melbourne and Sydney, and the people in society were terrified, and everyone was afraid that the "wolf" Pilken gang would make a comeback, and it would be the end of the world.

Start in the morning

As panic spreads, there is a steady stream of people who go to cruise lines to book tickets, and many wealthy Britons just want to get out of this haunted place as soon as possible and never return.

The Home Office of Victoria and the Home Office of South Wales were already surrounded by angry crowds, many of them family members of the RCMP and the White Militia, who were so agitated that they almost tore apart the panicked governor and other senior officials.

Why, why did the Victorian RCMP go to Queensland to suppress bandits, and the white militia who died heroically in battle, what right do you politicians have to send my children to death in Queensland?

Why don't you filthy politicians die?

The angry questioning was sobering, and no one was thinking about the murdered white ranchers in Victoria and South Wales, who were only worried about whether their children would return safely.

Hell, who cares about those white ranchers?

At the same time that the high-level officials of Victoria and South Wales were anxious, the telegram from Li Fushou's handwriting was relayed across the ocean through the telegraph office, and finally sent to the Prime Minister's residence in Downing Street, and was placed on the top as an urgent item.

"Good morning, Joe."

"Good morning, Prime Minister."

Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli was in a good mood today, he walked briskly into the restaurant of the Prime Minister's Mansion and was the first to say hello to Head Chef Joe.

Joe has been a chef at the Prime Minister's Mansion for 23 years and is a government employee with an iron rice bowl, and Prime Minister Benjamin Disraeli has only been here for two years, and if he loses to the odious Liberals in the Prime Minister's race in two years' time, he will have to roll up and get out.

Sitting in the dining room with a few clean windows, Benjamin Disraeli was in a very good mood, and the Victorian tables, chairs, doors and windows were in line with his noble taste, which was the proper appearance of this important building.

For 30 years, from 1847 to 1877, the 100-year-old building was cramped and dilapidated, and successive prime ministers worked elsewhere until Disraeli came to power.

When he moved in, Disraeli lobbied Congress to pay for the renovation in full.

However, this suggestion drew a lot of reaction, especially from the civilian members of the House of Commons, and the bastards from the budget committee, and finally Disraeli had to compromise.

The state pays for the renovation of the entrance lobby and the public parts, and the private parts, such as the restaurant.

For this purpose, Disraeli spent a total of £150, 3 shillings and 6 pence to refurbish the bedrooms, dressing rooms and diners on the first floor, and added a heating and cooling system in the dedicated changing rooms.

After some searching, Downing Street finally has a home.

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