When Roque and Phyllis got married, Winston and Neville Chamberlain did not come to Johannesburg to congratulate them in person, but they both sent congratulatory messages to Roque and entrusted Xiao Si to give Roque a gift.

Winston's gift to Roque was a saber from the Qing Kingdom, which is said to have been used by the Qing royal family and was one of the trophies of the Eight-Nation Alliance's invasion of China.

Neville Chamberlain's gift to Roque was even more precious, this guy somehow bought two French Schneider M1897 75mm field guns and sent them to Roque.

Schneider M1897 75 mm field gun, is the famous "Miss 75", this kind of artillery pioneered the use of elastic gun mount, its rate of fire, shooting accuracy and maneuverability, than the rigid gun mount structure of the same caliber artillery has been significantly improved.

Because of its light weight and easy movement, the "Miss 75" could be used to provide fire support for field troops, and was one of the best-performing rapid-fire guns before World War I, and was widely used in World War I.

Artillery is the biggest shortcoming of Nyasaland at present, Neville Chamberlain's gift came at the right time, Roque has sent the cannon to Nyasaland for decomposition, and asked for the fastest imitation, because the French are worried about technology leakage, so this artillery is now unpatented, and Nyasaland does not need to have any worries about imitation.

The reason why Roque is friendly with Winston and Neville Chamberlain is so that Winston and Neville Chamberlain can help Roque when necessary, and at present, it seems that Roque's investment is still worth it.

The rebel officers who fought Bai Qi came to negotiate, and when they saw Roque, the officer's salute posture was very standard, and it was estimated that he had also been trained in Nyasaland.

"Sir, I have come to negotiate with you on the orders of Chief Bambata—" The officer spoke fluent English, which reinforced his identity.

"Stop, I don't accept any form of negotiation, go back and tell Bambatta that unconditional surrender is his only way out, otherwise, you 100,000 people will be ready to bury him." Roque does not accept negotiations, Bambatta is now cornered, and Roque can at most make Bambata's surrender a little more decent.

"Lord, if we surrender, can we guarantee the life of Chief Bambata?" The officer did not argue, people are swordsmen and I am fish and meat, and it is futile to say anything at this time.

"No, I can't guarantee that, but I can give Chief Bambatta a chance at a fair trial, and if Chief Bambatta is worried about being treated unfairly in Natal, then the trial can take place in Pretoria." If he could, Roque would not be willing to let 100,000 people accompany Bambata's funeral.

"What about the other chiefs, then?" The officer struggled for a moment and continued to ask other questions.

In fact, Bambatta should also know very well that it has come to this point, and it is basically impossible to get a decent result, and this condition offered by Roque is already the best result that Bambata can face evil.

Of course, regardless of whether Bambata's trial against Pretoria is hopeful, in fact, Roque knows very well that Bambata's death this time is that the difference is that he will either die silently in Sehrabataibe, or he will be escorted to the execution ground after being tried.

In fact, it seems to Roque that Roque would prefer Bambata's trial.

This is not only because of the 100,000 rebels in the canyon, but also because Roque, as a police officer, has to uphold the dignity of the law.

Although the final outcome will not change much for Bambata, it is important that the trial is easier to warn other Zulus.

"Again, I don't guarantee their lives, they can all get a fair chance at trial." Roque is indifferent, these rebel leaders, none of them will be spared, if it weren't for their own selfishness, things wouldn't have evolved to this point.

Truth be told, ambitious people are everywhere, and Roque doesn't hate ambitious people.

Roque hates those who coerce public opinion and use others to achieve their own evil ends, these rebel leaders did not hesitate when they rebelled, and now they are cornered before they begin to reflect and repent, this kind of behavior is not worthy of forgiveness.

The officer did not talk much nonsense, and after determining Roque's conditions, he returned to the rebel positions under a white flag.

"Sir, do you want to continue the attack?" Martin was eager to try, seeing that the rebels were about to surrender, and if he didn't fight, there would be no credit to be gained.

"Give them a day, and if they don't surrender tomorrow, then go on the offensive tomorrow." Roque is not in a hurry, now that the rebels have become a turtle in an urn, give them a chance, then when it comes to attacking again, Roque will not spare his hand.

On this night, the canyon was really lively, and the rebels did not dare to provoke Roque, so they launched a continuous attack on the position of the teaching battalion.

This time the rebels really kicked the iron plate, although the firepower of the teaching battalion was not as strong as that of Roque's side, but the quality of individual soldiers was much stronger than Roque's side, coupled with Yaya's ruthless subordinates, the rebels launched four consecutive attacks in the first half of the night without any gains.

At one o'clock in the morning, in a tent in the center of the canyon, the roar of Bambatta resounded throughout the valley.

"Continue to attack, we must continue to attack, stay here, all of us are dead, don't think that Baron Nyasaland will let us go, impossible, we have killed so many white people, Baron Nyasaland will definitely not let us go, if we surrender to Baron Nyasaland, then we will still be unable to escape death after being tried, listen to me, breaking through with all our strength is our last hope-" Bambata, like a trapped beast in an iron cage, is making a final struggle.

The other rebel leaders in the tent looked at each other, some with madness in their eyes, some with dead silence in their eyes, and many more with their eyes flickering, not knowing what was going on in their hearts.

"Chief, we don't have the ability to continue the offensive, four attacks in a row, we have lost thousands, but we haven't even walked out of the mouth of the gorge, and it's not even the British who are fighting with us, but traitors among us, the British are letting our own people fight their own people, we can't continue to kill each other." Someone in the rebels saw it clearly.

"Those damned traitors, when we break through the British encirclement, I will cut off all their heads, and their families, I will burn them all in front of them, and all those who betray Zululand will be punished with the severest punishment-" Bambatta changed his target to a traitor among the rebels, and another burst of scolding.

"Chief, I think what we should be thinking about now is, what should we do if we can't break through the British encirclement?" One of the rebel leaders asked a sharp question, and Bambatta immediately began to breathe heavily.

"What do you mean? Do you want to surrender to the British? I have already said that if we surrender, the British will kill us all! Bambata snapped.

"The British won't kill us all." The leader of the rebels, who spoke earlier, was calm.

"What do you mean, Pinar?" Bambata's eyes gleamed dangerously, and he played with a dinner knife in his hand.

"It's not interesting, even if you want to attack, wait until after dawn, the brothers are already very tired, let them sleep well, have a full meal tomorrow morning, and then have the strength to break through." Pinar didn't talk nonsense, didn't wait for Bambata's words, and took the initiative to get up and leave Bambata's tent.

The two rebel leaders, who had befriended Pinal, followed Pinal out of Bambata's tent.

Bambata's eyes didn't say anything, there was a deep frustration in his eyes staring at Pinal's back, the dinner knife had cut through his palms without realizing it, blood was dripping from Bambata's hands, and the sound of "pop, snap" was harsh.

At night, the rebels in the canyon descended into a final madness.

In the middle of the canyon, the rebels lit several huge bonfires, and countless rebels drank drunk around the bonfires, and the women who were plundered by the rebels danced around the bonfires tremblingly, and from time to time the rebels dragged the women away from the fire, ignoring the women's cries, and carried the women into the boundless darkness.

The entire camp was enveloped in an atmosphere of madness, and no one noticed that more than a hundred heavily armed rebels were walking towards the tent in Bambata.

The rebels at the head were none other than Pinal.

"Stop—" As soon as the guards outside the Bambata tent raised their guns, they were surrounded by several people, and with the sound of a few sharp blades entering their bodies, everything calmed down.

Bambatta was hugging two women, both of whom were white, and ordinary rebels would certainly not be able to touch them, and the few whites they had taken were divided among the rebel leaders, most of whom were Indians.

Of the four colonies in South Africa, Natal had the largest number of Indians, in addition to Natal was Orange, and the Indians of Orange were mostly members of the stretcher team led by Gandhi, as well as their families.

"Who!" When Pinar and his party poured into the tent, Bambatta was awakened, and when he saw Pinar as the leader, Bambata was simply heartbroken: "Pinal, what do you want to do?" Do you want to betray Zululand too? ”

"Chief Bambata, don't talk about Zuluran, you are just an ordinary chief of Zululand, there are many chiefs like you in Zululand, so you are not qualified to represent Zululan." Pinal's words removed the last fig leaf from Bambata's body, leaving Bambata ashamed and annoyed.

"You bastard, I must—" Bambatta said as he thought about getting up.

Pinal didn't give Bambata's chance and continued to pull the trigger of the pistol in his hand.

Bah, Bah Bah -

Bambata fell to the ground without saying a word, and his legs twitched unconsciously on the ground for a while before calming down.

The two white women remained silent throughout, as if unaware of what was happening in the outside world.