Although they were chased around by the British, they were honestly supplied by the Boer guerrillas, who had thousands of horses and mules, and even Australian milk candy and chocolate supplies in addition to ammunition and food.

Why is this still the case under the tight lockdown of the British?

It's nothing more than money that touches people's hearts.

The long border between Mozambique and South Africa is full of easily traversable hills, and the Boers have hard currency like gold, and border smugglers are naturally driven by huge profits.

The Boers were originally Caucasian people who mainly herded herds, and there was naturally no shortage of mules, horses, and large livestock.

A year after the outbreak of the Boer War, more than half of the Boers had been thrown into concentration camps, more than 20,000 remained in guerrilla warfare, and the few ranchers left were still able to support the predominantly cavalry guerrilla fighting.

From one side, it can be reflected that the Boers are indeed wealthy.

It was close to 5 p.m

The galloping Boer Sentinel shouted all the way; "Alert, the cavalry of the Oriental brigade is coming, ready for battle."

The mournful shouts of the sentry cavalry echoed in the mountains and forests, and the Boer partisans immediately went into action, took up basins of water to extinguish the fire, packed their bags, quickly loaded their horses with supplies, checked their weapons and guns for battle, and everything seemed to be in good order.

This guerrilla detachment of Utrecht mountain hunters and Pretorian police officers is experienced in combat, accurate marksmanship, and quite high psychological qualities, making it a difficult opponent for any enemy.

In the distance of the mountain forest

A cavalry corps of about 1,700 people was advancing cautiously, led by a mountain breeze wearing the rank of lieutenant colonel of the British army, who looked at his surroundings with a grim expression and pointed left and right with his hand.

Immediately, two cavalry companies separated from the left and right, outflanked the side front, their speed was not fast, there were more than a dozen scouts in front of the team, and the scouts were all low on horseback ready for battle, and the rear brigade cavalry was far away, and each team had a scale of nearly 200 people.

Like three sharp arrows, they point directly at the dangerous mountains and forests ahead.

Deep in the mountains and forests

"Damn it, get them on the horse."

"Hurry up, bastard, if you don't want to leave, just stay in this mountain forest and slowly decay."

The heavily armed Boer guerrillas cursed and urged, pointing their guns at Li Jianyang and the others, telling them to help the prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs to their horses and prepare to evacuate the camp.

Each captive was bound by the Boers themselves, and all Li Jianyang and Churchill had to do was to lift them on horseback one by one.

In the dim light of the mountains and forests in the evening, Churchill suddenly noticed that Li Jianyang was taking advantage of the fact that the Boer partisans were not paying attention, untying the hemp ropes from the hands of several prisoners, and then stuffing the rope into their hands.

His surprise was not trivial, the cold sweat on his back suddenly came out, and he secretly complained in his heart;

The Oriental boy surnamed Li is too bold, and if he is discovered by the Boers, everyone will be doomed.

Helpless

Churchill could only help Li Jianyang cover hard, use his body to block the guards' sight, and try to delay a little time for him.

Coldly, Li Jianyang took advantage of the cover of his body to stuff a pistol into the placket of a prisoner, and then the two of them worked together to help him sit down on the horse and continue to the next prisoner.

His actions made Churchill's eyelids jump in shock, and at the same time, he looked left and right alertly, sensitively aware that the opportunity to escape was coming.

After numerous emergency transfers, Churchill became familiar with the Boer routine.

Most of the Boer guerrillas immediately attacked when they heard the warning, taking advantage of the mountains and forests to take advantage of the terrain and prepare to hold off the enemy.

At this time, if the pursuers rush deeper, they will be greeted by hot bullets, and in the case of waiting for work, the Boers' accurate marksmanship can be fully utilized, and the reaper of death can be incarnated.

Another part of the Boer cavalry was ready to attack, and after the enemy was hit by a split head and face, they immediately waved their troops to cover and kill, and once again harvested a wave of heads.

These Boer cavalry will not chase very far, and when they succeed, they will quickly retreat, and they will be as fast as the wind, and they will retreat with one blow, leaving no time for the opponent to fight.

At this time, the Boers in charge of sniping had already taken their weapons, mounted their horses and retreated, waiting for the enemy to send their heads at the next sniper point.

When the Boer cavalry in charge of the pursuit swept through like a storm, the mountains and forests fell silent again, and what awaited the enemy was the ubiquitous lethal killing machine, and so on, and so on, only two or three rounds could beat the pursuers to a great loss, and they did not dare to continue the pursuit.

The British cavalry suffered heavy losses under this tactic.

The sniper point was a favorable terrain chosen after camping, and the Boer guerrillas carried out this tactic with great skill and efficiency.

The remaining small group of Boer guerrillas were responsible for escorting the prisoners and driving the mules and horses carrying the supplies to retreat quickly, all the way to the distance, often tens of hundreds of kilometers.

The pursuing Humen cavalry was obviously familiar with this style of play, and they divided into three ways and approached cautiously.

The scouts at the front were armed to the teeth, some wearing medieval iron helmets on their heads, and some simply wearing an iron pot and a homemade iron plate tied to their chests, lying low on the back of their horses and advancing cautiously.

Once attacked, it immediately exploded and scattered like a nest, and it didn't hurt many people at all.

This is what makes the Boer guerrillas a great headache, and the tricks that have been tried and tested on the British cavalry are not easy to use on these cunning Humen mercenaries, but they are repeatedly restrained.

The British cavalry had a glorious tradition and was full of pride.

I'd rather die than have these old iron helmets or even iron pots on my head, and I wouldn't have an iron plate tied to my chest, which is really more sad than killing them.

These Humen mercenaries have no such concerns, everything is premised on surviving from the battlefield, and everything else is floating clouds.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The sound of a crisp gunfire broke the silence in the mountain forest.

Almost at the moment when the gunshots rang out, more than a dozen Humen scouts in front shrank to the side of the horse's belly, and except for a few war horses that were shot down, the others scattered and fled.

These scouts quickly disembarked from their horses and hid in the bushes or behind rocks, and although their posture was indecent, they were very useful, and they were slippery and could not be caught at all.

After ensuring their own safety, they immediately opened fire and fought back, "bangbangbang", bullets whistling and flying.

The rear cavalry force immediately unloaded the two 60-mm field guns, set up a temporary artillery position, and greeted the Boer fire points hidden on the hilltops, and then the next group of attacking soldiers dismounted one after another, taking advantage of the concealment of the mountains and forests on both sides.

In this kind of battle, no one dares to show their heads easily, and the marksmanship of both sides is extremely accurate, as long as it is approached to a distance of two or three hundred meters, it is almost one shot.

Therefore, the mercenaries, under the cover of heavy machine guns and artillery, attacked very cautiously, alternately covering the advance, and fought smoothly.

The Boers also struggled with sniping, and under the threat of enemy artillery fire, they had to constantly shift their firing points, not to mention the cavalry counterattack, and if they dared to show their heads, they would die.

The battle ahead

The Boer forces in the rear of the dense forest also began to move, with more than 180 Boer guerrillas, escorting more than 400 mules and horses, and more than 120 prisoners retreating, forming a long line due to the narrow roads in the mountains and forests.

Li Jianyang followed the Boer cavalry behind, next to the young and handsome Churchill, both of them sat on their horses with their hands tied behind their backs, and followed the team slowly.

At this moment, the hemp rope tied to his hand had been cut by a sharp knife, and he was still pretending to be trapped behind his back with his hands, and he glanced at Churchill, only to see him signal with his eyes to get it done, and then pass the sharp knife back.

It was nearly half past five

The light in the mountains and forests was very dim, and only human figures could be seen faintly, and Li Jianyang's eyes showed a wolf-like terrifying light.

After enduring it for a long time, he was about to kill.

He is like a cheetah lurking and waiting, quietly waiting for the opportunity to break out.

The speed of retreat in the mountains and forests is not fast, that is, it is faster than the speed of normal walking, about 6~7 kilometers per hour, except for the anxious urging sound of the Boer cavalry, it is the neighing of the big green mules from time to time, which adds to the tense atmosphere out of thin air.

Soon, Li Jianyang heard the signal he had been waiting for for a long time.

It was a few birdsongs, indicating that the front had been successful, and had not yet been noticed by the Boers.

During these more than 20 days of exile, Li Jianyang took advantage of the chaos of the battle to secretly hide a pistol, two bayonets, and a sharp knife used by the Boers to eat mutton, all of which were touched from the corpse.

The pistol and bayonet were given to the brothers who walked in front, and the direction was naturally used by the brothers with the most accurate marksmanship, striving for a shot not to be wasted, and the bayonets were given to the two brothers with the best skills, and it was not a problem to solve the scattered Boer cavalry around them.

At this moment, the captives had already begun to untie each other, get off their horses and sneak into the jungle on both sides, so they needed time.

Li Jianyang's attention was highly concentrated at the moment, and he immediately understood when he saw a huge mountain rock in front of him, where the retreating team was turning along the mountain;

It was here that the two skilled brothers in front of them broke out, dealt with the Boers who were being guarded by them and seized the equipment.

His guess was correct, and soon after he walked forward, he could see two corpses lying on the side of the road, with their weapons and equipment stripped away, and there seemed to be another one in front of him, which was not very real in the dark, and the faint smell of blood permeated the mountains and forests.

Churchill also discovered this, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of horror, and his heart secretly cried bitterly;

The captive rebellion was discovered, and everyone had to die.

In addition to freeing his hands now, he doesn't have a weapon on his body, so he can only pray that this Dongfang boy surnamed Li is reliable.

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