Originally from Frehyd, in Zululand, Modiba was drafted by the British Expeditionary Force as a scout to serve in the British Expeditionary Force during the Boer War.

After the end of the Boer War, Modiba did not receive the cattle and sheep promised by the British Expeditionary Force, but only about four pounds sterling, which was Modiba's remuneration for fifteen months of service in the Expeditionary Force.

It must be said that the Boer War opened a new door for Modiba, who had never walked out of Zululand before, realized the prosperity of the big city through the Boer War, and also fell in love with the feeling of the center of the war jumping faster, so when Roque recruited mercenaries to go to Portuguese East Africa, Modibar responded immediately.

After a short period of military life, Modiba returned to Zululand, just as the conflict between Zululand and the Natal government intensified, so Modibar rejoined the rebels and became the leader of a rebel army with his excellent military skills.

Modiba, who had been fighting for the past few years, was well aware of the importance of military discipline, and after taking over the army, the other rebel leaders were busy fighting for power, burning and looting, but Modiba kept himself clean, not only using strict discipline to discipline the troops, but also using what he had learned in his troops to train the troops as much as possible, and soon Modiba's troops made a name for themselves in the rebel army.

It was Modiba's forces who ambushed a Cape colonial army patrol some time ago, and after that battle, Modiba rose to fame as the best samurai of the Zululan generation.

It was Modiba's troops who sniped the Northern Rhodesia Division on the banks of the Moi River.

Unfortunately, when the Northern Rhodesia Division was formed, Modibar had already left Portuguese East Africa and returned to Zululand, so Modiba did not know that the Northern Rhodesia Division was the Nyasaland militia group, otherwise, I am afraid that Modibar would have fled.

Even so, when Modiba saw the flag of the northern Rhodesian division, he inevitably muttered.

The military flag of the northern division of Rhodesia is an eagle with wings ready to fly, whether it is a white eagle on a black background or a gold eagle on a black background, it is very similar to the baron badge of Nyasaland, Modiba has been to Nyasaland, has seen the baron badge of Nyasaland, and even the medal awarded to Modiba by the Yao people, the front pattern is an eagle, for this eagle, Modiba is really impressed.

"Modiba, there are no more than five thousand Britons on the other side, and we can attack while they cross the river." Nkanga, the leader of another rebel army, made a proposal to Modiba.

Among the rebels, Nkanga's status is similar to that of Modiba, their subordinates are all about 2,000 men, and this time in charge of sniping the northern Rhodesian division at the Mui River, there are a total of four rebel units, with a total strength of about 7,000 men.

"Don't worry, this force is different from the Cape army we defeated before, their lineup is very well-organized, they didn't panic when they were attacked, we have to be cautious." Modiba held a telescope to observe the Northern Rhodesian Division on the other side of the river, which Modibar had captured from an English officer, who had stripped the British officer of his clothes and then hanged the British officer on a cross, as had been the case in Portuguese East Africa, which had been done by the Yao people in the past, and Modiba did not see anything wrong with that.

"I don't think it's any different, we should make a charge, maybe we can crush them completely, and then we can enjoy those English women, these British people are so stupid, they actually take women into battle, don't they know what we will do with those women-" Another rebel leader named Buuma laughed wildly, not paying any attention to the northern Rhodesian division.

This Buuma's eyes are probably not very good, although the northern Rhodesia division is equipped with medical guards, but these medical soldiers are all men, not a single woman, the northern Rhodesia division does have female doctors and nurses in the hospital at its headquarters in Nyasaland, but those doctors and nurses cannot come to Natal with the troops.

Buuma's words provoked a burst of laughter from several rebel leaders, but Modiba did not laugh, but took a closer look with a telescope.

According to Buuma's understanding of the British troops, the British troops will not be equipped with front-line medical personnel, so the troops on the other side-

Buuma finally noticed that the troops on the other side seemed to be black-haired and yellow-skinned.

Bah, Bah, Bah -

The artillery of the Northern Rhodesian Division began to fire at this time.

The sound of the cannon is indeed a bit cute, but the power is not weak at all, in the strange cry of the rebel leader, several shells fell in the rebel machine gun position, the Makqin heavy machine gun was blown up, and several shooters were either killed or wounded.

The leader of the rebel army, who had been vicious just now, was stunned.

"What the hell is going on?" Buuma muttered to himself, and before anyone else could answer, Buuma's head suddenly exploded.

It was only then that Modiba heard a gunshot.

Bang!

It seemed to be Martini Henry, the thought had just flashed through Modiba's mind, and Nkanga's head exploded as well.

Bang!

The gunshots came belatedly.

"Devil, it's devils on the other side, it's magic-" One of the rebel leaders went crazy, threw down the binoculars in his hand, stumbled into the distance, and before he could run a few steps, he also fell to the ground.

"Hidden, hidden, don't be spotted by the accurate shooters on the other side—" When Modiba was training in Nyasaland, there were no snipers in the Nyasaland militia at that time, and the highest-ranking shooters were precision shooters.

After finishing speaking, Modiba lay on the ground and climbed behind a big tree, and at a distance of just ten meters, Modibar was sweating profusely, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

"What should I do, sir?" A mid-level rebel officer yelled at Modiba with a crying voice.

As early as when he was in the service of the British army, Modiba was very envious of those who qualified to be called "sir", and when he returned to Zululand, Modiba asked his subordinates to call himself "sir" as well, as if in this way, Modibar could be closer to those "sir".

Now, Modiba finally understands the responsibilities of the title.

"What should I do, sir, get an idea, the troops on the opposite side are starting to cross the river-" More people exclaimed, some people had already subconsciously opened fire, and then they were taken care of by the heavy machine guns and guns on the opposite side.

Modiba secretly observed under the cover of the bushes that the army on the other side of the river was indeed preparing to cross the river, and the tool they used to cross the river was familiar to Modiba, and now Modiba could finally determine that the force on the other side of the river must have something to do with Nyasaland.

Knowing this fact, Modiba gave his final order to the troops: "All will go to their own troops, shoot, shoot, and drive the enemy back-"

Turning back, Modiba called his henchmen over and ordered his troops to begin retreating.

"Retreat - the enemy is crossing the river, let's not retreat at this time-" Modiba's henchman hesitated.

"If you don't want to leave, you'll die here, do you know who the troops on the other side are? This is the Teminiah militia, the troops of the Baron of Nyasaland, if we stay here, we will die, let's go, we will withdraw to the mountains to fight with them, if we can't fight, we will surrender - "Modiba does not want to fight the troops of Nyasaland, not at all.

Modiba knew very well that in the face of the colonial forces, perhaps the Zulu rebels could still win, but in the face of the forces in Nyasaland, the Zulu rebels did not have the slightest chance, so Modiba had to withdraw before the position was breached, so that he might be able to save some living forces.

The leader of the rebels died and ran, and the battle went on very strangely.

At the beginning of the river crossing, the rebels resisted quite resolutely, and the fire was quite fierce, three assault boats were sunk while crossing the river, a dozen soldiers and the panting water washed away, and a dozen soldiers were killed and wounded.

After the rebels' firepower points were exposed, the heavy machine guns of the Rhodesia Northern Division suppressed the rebels' firepower, and then concentrated the artillery to clear the rebels' firepower points one by one.

Soon, the few remaining firing points of the rebels were all destroyed, and the tentative assault achieved its goal, and the forced troops withdrew in preparation for the next attack.

At this time, there was a small accident, the two assault boats, not knowing what shit luck they had, actually rushed to the opposite shore in one go, occupied a small shoal on the opposite bank, and actually established a beachhead.

"What the hell is going on? Baba cannon, Baba cannon, fire cover, fire cover - "Anton was so mad that he brandished a pistol to shoot an undisciplined non-commissioned officer.

A squad of twelve men in the northern Rhodesian division had to cross the river in two assault boats, in other words, in this attack, Company A successfully threw a squad of troops on the opposite bank, and this squad was likely to carry the attack of thousands of rebels alone for the next hour.

"Anton, calm down, captain, tell me about the situation on the other side-" Roque is still calm, there will always be many accidents in the battle, it is impossible for everyone to develop according to the predetermined plan, and what needs to be tested at this time is the commander's adaptability.

"Yes, my lord, during our attack, we found a gap in firepower on the opposite bank, and we were able to rush over with more effort just now, and the rebels didn't know what was going on, and there was a section of the position that was undefended—" The captain provided information that surprised both Roque and Anton.

"Hurry up, organize the next attack immediately, we have to break through the enemy's positions in one breath, hurry up, move!" Roque realized that this was a good opportunity and could not give the rebels time to adjust.

So just twenty minutes later, the battle began again, this time with three companies involved, including a company from the training battalion.

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