In keeping with British tradition, Southern Africa had strict rules for warfare.

The British are indeed old-fashioned and boring, but they can go from a remote island country to an empire that never sets the sun across the world, and the British certainly have something unique.

Whenever there is a battle, the officers in the British army, regardless of whether they are nobles or not, must lead the charge with a command knife in hand, although the protagonist on the battlefield has transitioned from cold weapons to hot weapons, and this has never changed.

In Roque's eyes, although Britain has a lot to complain about, Roque still respects this point, so the troops in southern Africa, the officers must also charge ahead before the battle, otherwise they will have to be martial.

Although the pioneer team is not an army, it also has a strong military color, and if Ryan, the captain, cowers when the horse thieves attack, then the consequences will be borne by Ryan.

On the contrary, if Ryan fought bravely in the attack of horse thieves, then even if the whole army was destroyed, Ryan would be a hero in southern Africa, and his family, people, colleagues, and friends would be proud of him.

Compared to Ryan, Mike Kelly is a bit of a bad performer.

This is actually understandable, after all, Mike Kelly is a pure British, before the autonomy of southern Africa, the British enjoyed a special status in southern Africa, and the Boers, who were also white, also had to bow down, but all this no longer existed after the autonomy of southern Africa, so when southern Africa was self-governing, many British people left southern Africa and went to other British colonies.

Mike Kelly came to Nyasaland after the autonomy of Southern Africa, so it is understandable that there is a psychological gap, there is no need for him to come to Southern Africa to fight with horse thieves, if Mike Kelly goes to Canada or Australia, then Mike Kelly will have a more stable life.

Of course, you can't deny Mike Kelly because he didn't perform well when he met a horse thief, normal people will be more or less stimulated when they experience this kind of thing, so Roque is going to send Mike Kelly back to Nyasaland with the wounded to rest for a while, and then let Mike Kelly choose for himself.

Turning back, Roque had to confirm the identity of the horse thief.

At this time, Ryan was very sure: "Those horse thieves must be Germans, and they are regular cavalry units in South West Africa, they speak in German, all the rifles they use are Mauser, and the horses have the marks of the South West African military on their butts, and they appeared on the other side of the river from the time we arrived at the Kuando River, and now that I think about it, they must be waiting for reinforcements, trying to kill us all-"

Thinking of what happened in the past few days, Ryan is still indignant, these people are not sorry for the title of "soldier" at all, and they have no honor and glory of a soldier.

"Regular cavalry troops, good!" Roque laughed angrily, the Germans had not learned enough lessons, and it seemed that the rebellion in Tanganyika did not really make the Germans converge, at least not the Germans in Southwest Africa.

That's very simple, now that the armies of southern Africa are gathered in the Okavango swamps, it is very simple to find trouble with the Germans, and there is no need to even send out regular troops, mercenaries of the umbrella company, which is enough for the Germans in southwest Africa to have a headache.

"Locke, calm down, it's not time to tear your face yet." Viscount Gladstone did not advise Roque to retaliate, at least not yet.

"Lord, I am the Deputy Minister of Defence of the Federal Government of Southern Africa, and it is my responsibility to defend the security of the country." Roque said righteously, Viscount Gladstone can not care about Ryan and their life or death, Roque can't not care.

Viscount Gladstone was speechless, as the Governor of Southern Africa, it was also Viscount Gladstone's responsibility to protect the country's security.

As a matter of fact, southern Africa did not suffer any losses, and standing in the armored command vehicle, one could clearly see that the two "strong wind" fighters had already flown over the Kuando River and entered the territory of southwest Africa, and they were still circling and diving, and it was estimated that the pilots would not return until all the horse bandits were wiped out.

Roque realized that there seemed to be no such thing as airspace in this era, and in this case, theoretically, even if the Nyasaland plane flew to Windhoek, the Germans seemed to have no reason to object.

It didn't take much effort, and it was only about half an hour before the two "Gale" fighters returned home and landed on the grass not far from the convoy.

After returning from Europe, Lin Chengzhi went to the Aviation Research Institute to assist the Aviation Research Institute to continue to improve the "Strong Wind" fighter, and Xu Xiu and Ethan served as flight instructors, responsible for training pilots for Italy.

They have all been ordered to join the air force as soon as the air force in southern Africa is established, and they will become the first fighter pilots in southern Africa.

"I'm sorry, we didn't actually complete the mission, we didn't carry many bullets when we set off from the Okavango swamp, just now we ran out of bullets, so we had to return-" Xu Xiu was still unsatisfied, how regretful.

"We killed about three hundred South West African cavalry, and the remaining dozen or so cavalry fled in the direction of Kongra, and Major Mack did not arrange a pursuit, and was cleaning up the battlefield." Ethan is young, no more than twenty years old, but has a calmness beyond his peers.

The children of the poor are in charge of their families at an early age, and the young people of Nyasaland are very mature, including those who have just immigrated, and they know very well what they should do.

Major Mack was Viscount Glaston's security officer, but was not assigned by the federal government, but by the British War Office.

"You two? Three hundred cavalry? "Viscount Gladstone finally had a clear understanding of the power of airplanes.

"Maybe it's more than that, the time is pressing, and we don't have detailed statistics." Ethan replied honestly.

That's right, although Viscount Gladstone was surprised, Roque was not at all surprised.

At this time, aircraft were just appearing, not to mention the cavalry units of Southwest Africa, and even the troops of Nyasaland had not yet begun to train to deal with air raids.

Therefore, when the cavalry in Southwest Africa was facing the "strong wind" dive, they probably stayed in place in a daze, neither knowing how to dodge nor counterattacking, and could only be slaughtered by others.

"This is still a situation where there is no bomb, if there is a bomb, there is no need to be so troublesome, just drop a bomb, bang, in such a large area of our convoy, everyone has to die." Roque casually compared that Viscount Gladstone immediately shuddered.

Roque traveled with Viscount Gladstone, accompanied by almost two companies of troops, almost forty or fifty armored vehicles.

At present, the circular position formed by these armored vehicles is almost the size of half a football field, and if such a large area is to be destroyed, it is about the same as a 50-kilogram aerial bomb.

Fifty kilograms of aerial bombs are different from fifty kilograms of explosives, but the principle is actually similar, the aggressiveness of the bomb does not rely on fragments, but mainly on the shock wave, which also means that once the bomb is dropped, everyone within the killing radius must die.

"Is the plane really so powerful—" Viscount Gladstone was so distracted that he didn't care about the losses of the Pioneer team.

Roque couldn't ignore it, at this time the relevant statistics had come out, and in the three-hour battle, the pioneer team of one hundred and twenty people died sixty-seven people, and the rest were all wounded.

In fact, most of the dead were African workers, and there were not a few real whites and Chinese who died, but that made Roque angry enough.

The identities of the bandits were also confirmed, and they were indeed German South-West African cavalry.

Perhaps because the victory was in hand, these Southwest African cavalry did not have much camouflage, and many of them were still wearing the military uniforms of the Southwest African cavalry under their coats, which left Roque with enough evidence.

Relatively speaking, the Germans suffered greater losses, leaving nearly 300 corpses of German cavalry on the territory of southern Africa on the banks of the Kwando River alone, and nearly 100 corpses scattered on the other side of the river, as for those German cavalry who were killed by strafing during the river crossing, or who fell into the water and disappeared.

"Locke, leave this question to me, and I will give you an answer that satisfies you." Viscount Gladstone finally found an entry point, this kind of political negotiation is what Viscount Gladstone is best at, and in business negotiations and on the battlefield, Viscount Gladstone is a layman.

"Sir, we have lost sixty-seven people, and the remaining pioneers are all wounded, they are all our heroes, and they must be treated as they deserve." Roque reminded Viscount Gladstone that the Germans could not be easily spared.

Of course, Roque's agreement to let Viscount Gladstone contact the Germans does not mean that Roque will give up revenge on the Germans.

"I understand that in our southern Africa, every single person is precious, and they will not die in vain." Viscount Gladstone was also in a mood at this time, and his eyes were on Xu Xiu and Ethan when he spoke.

Although Roque wanted to send the wounded back to Nyasaland as quickly as possible, the wounded could not withstand the bumps along the way, so the medical team accompanying the convoy immediately began emergency care.

Even so, six seriously wounded died of their injuries by the evening.

Roque was in no hurry to return to Nyasaland, and in the evening the guards lit bonfires, and Roque and Viscount Gladstone sat around the fire and chatted around the blankets.

"If war breaks out, then Southern Africa can take Southwest Africa and Tanganyika in the shortest possible time, cut off the support of Southwest Africa and Tanganyika to Germany proper, and if necessary, Southern Africa can also send troops to Europe to participate in the war, but it must be after the occupation of Southwest Africa and Tanganyika, and Africa is really a bit chaotic now-" Roque made no secret of his hatred for the Germans, which was the consciousness of a British aristocracy.

"Of course, I believe in the strength of Southern Africa, but it will depend on the needs of the Empire—" Viscount Gladstone said in a somewhat cryptic manner.

Roque immediately realized that Britain did not want to see southern Africa easily get southwest Africa and Tanganyika, so that southern Africa would be too big.

The tail is too big to fall off!

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