In fact, Louis Botha was already cornered.

After succeeding Roberts as commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, Kitchener adopted bunker tactics, scorched earth policy, and concentration camps against the Boer guerrillas.

In the areas where the Boer guerrillas operated, the British erected barbed wire fences and divided the Transvaal and Orange into appeasement zones for divisional sweeps.

The area is divided by barbed wire, the total length of which is 6,000 kilometers, and a wooden blockhouse is set up every 1 to 2 kilometers in the area, and soldiers are stationed there.

Throughout the Transvaal and Orange territories, the expeditionary force set up more than 8,000 pillboxes.

In these pacification areas, where Boer farmers were found to be helping the guerrillas, farms and houses within 10 miles of the area were burned down.

In addition, Kitchener reversed his previous leniency policy towards prisoners of war, and all anti-surrender, captured guerrilla members, as well as adult male citizens who had participated in guerrillas, were exiled to prisoner of war camps as far away as India, Ceylon, and Bermuda.

In the Cape and Natal colonies, British citizens of Dutch descent who responded to the call to "take up arms" and fought against the expeditionary forces were sentenced to death if captured.

With such a multi-pronged approach, the number of partisans around Louis Botha quickly dropped from the initial few hundred to only a few dozen.

After joining Quentin Summerfield, Louis Botha felt that the Transvaal was no longer a place to stay, so Louis Botha decided to enter the Cape and continue his guerrilla war in the Cape.

Not long after leaving Johannesburg, Louis Botha found a cavalry in pursuit behind him.

At first, Louis Botha did not take it seriously, but after entering the Cape, Louis Botha was surprised to find that the cavalry was getting closer and closer, and it was only about ten kilometers away from the guerrillas led by Louis Botha.

Ten kilometers, for cavalry, is just a charge.

"Quentin, do you know that this cavalry belongs to that unit?" Louis Botha put down his binoculars and asked Quentin Summerfield.

"It's the police in Johannesburg." Quentin Summerfield knew that the police in Johannesburg had been looking for him.

"Police?!" Louis Botha suddenly had a very bad feeling.

Although in the propaganda of the expeditionary force command, Joubert was shot dead by a former colonial officer, Louis Botha knew very well that it was a team of policemen from Cape Town who killed Joubert.

To be honest, the reason why he chose to enter Cape was that Louis Botha also wanted to see how good the police in Cape Town really were.

"Yes, I heard that the police in Johannesburg are all Chinese from the Far East, and these people are extremely murderous, and on a few occasions, they almost found me." Quentin Summerfield is still a little smug.

This depends on how to understand it, "extremely ferocious", in fact, it can also be understood as a strong strength, and the reason why "I was almost found" is not necessarily to escape with strength, but also to be lucky.

Luck is also part of strength.

Louis Botha stopped talking nonsense, of course he knew that Joubert had been shot dead by a group of Chinese policemen.

"Let's go!" Louis Botha doesn't have the strength to go head-to-head with the outnumbered police, and although Louis Botha would love to see the strength of these Chinese police, the timing is not right.

"We can set up an ambush here and take them by surprise." Quentin Summerfield jumped for the shot.

A mocking smile appeared on Louis Botha's face, and it wasn't until Quentin Summerfield bowed his head that Louis Botha turned over and said, "Go!" ”

Unable to walk anymore, the policemen were faster than Louis Botha had imagined, and Louis Botha had just crossed a hill when he heard the sound of horses' hooves rolling behind him.

"Withdraw! Speed up! "Louis Botha rode away.

"Fight, dismount, fight with them!" Quentin Summerfield wants to burn everything.

There was no chance at all, and there were only a dozen people left with Quentin Summerfield.

The commandos did not forget to adjust their formation when they raided, and they began to shoot at the end of Lee Enfield on their horses, and more than 100 meters away from Quentin Summerfield.

This is the true meaning of platoon shooting, not requiring a hit rate, relying on intensive shooting to increase the damage, hundreds of cavalry shoot together, there are always a few unlucky ghosts who will be hit.

Quentin Summerfield's men were particularly unlucky, and half of the dozen partisans here were knocked out by the commandos for the first time they fired from a platoon.

"Fight back, fight back!" Quentin Summerfield desperately pulled the bolt of Henry Martini's gun, and as the best shooter in the partisans, Quentin Summerfield didn't hit anyone just now, only one horse.

It is right to shoot men and horses first, but in the face of the overall charge of the cavalry, knocking down one or two cavalry will have no effect on the overall situation.

Finally pushing the bullet into the load, Quentin Summerfield had just raised the gun when he was knocked down by a single shot.

"Kill them all, not a single one!" Roque's muzzle was still smoking, and the other people's shooting rate on the horse was all dependent on Meng, and Roque could also ensure a certain degree of accuracy, and the sun was indeed a good horse, and it ran very smoothly, not very bumpy.

Although the battle ended quickly, Quentin Summerfield was able to delay the pursuit of the commandos.

After eliminating Quentin Summerfield and his party, Roque looked up to see that Louis Botha and his party were gone, leaving only dust in the distance.

"Chase!" Roque was not reconciled, and replaced with the north wind to continue chasing.

"Director, take a break." Gao De noticed that the brothers were already sleepy.

In the pursuit battle between the cavalry, it is useless to run fast, it is more important to run long-lasting, two legs can't catch up with four legs anyway, and Louis Botha's people are basically one man and one horse.

Roque: They're all riding in pairs.

"Louis Botha also needs to rest, brothers, cheer up, kill Louis Botha, let's have a long vacation together." Roque stood on the stirrups and cheered on his brothers.

"Director, keep chasing!"

"Head, brothers are not tired!"

"Kill Louis Botha!"

The brothers are still very powerful, even the north wind is howling.

Then keep chasing.

Roque keenly noticed that Louis Botha seemed to be going around a bend, and Roque didn't think much about it, taking a shortcut was the easiest way to do it.

Jiang was still old and spicy after all, and an hour later, Roque was surprised to find that although the commandos had caught up with the guerrillas, there was a valley between the commandos and the guerrillas.

The valley is actually not too deep, twenty or thirty meters, but the cliffs on both sides of the valley are very steep, and it should be possible to climb it with bare hands, but the north wind will definitely not be able to climb up.

Dozens of guerrillas were on the other side of the valley, about a hundred meters away from Roque, and they were not in a hurry to run at this time, so they sat on horseback and looked at Roque coldly.

Roark remained silent and quietly loaded the bullet.

"Louie - Botha - don't be complacent - I'll catch you with my own hands!" Roque's voice echoed through the valley.

"I'll wait for you!" Someone on the other side responded.

Bang!

Roque raised his hand and fired a shot, and the man who responded fell in response.

Bang! Woohoo!

The commandos raised their guns and fired, and five or six more partisans were knocked out.

More guerrillas lay on their backs and desperately flew into the air, escaping from the sight of the commandos.

Although he knew that he couldn't catch up, this scene was still very happy, and Roque and the commandos laughed heartily, and the fatigue of the past few days seemed to be gone.

Louis Botha is definitely an old fox, and in front of Louis Botha, Roque is a little fox at best.

The little fox is calculating the old fox, and the old fox is also guarding against the little fox, this time the two are evenly matched, and it is barely a tie.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the commandos who climbed to the opposite side of the valley to drag back a few corpses.

Louis Botha was not among them.

Roque has not seen Louis Botha, but Roque has seen a portrait of Louis Botha.

At this time, the commandos are really tired and hungry, the long-distance running for several days has consumed all the energy in the commandos, people and horses need to rest, just rest in place for a while, and some brothers fall asleep soundly.

Roque could only sigh, credit is very important, but he can't trade the lives of his brothers.

Can't chase anymore, the labor division will attack from afar, and the general will be pouted, and in the current state of the brothers, if they accidentally fall into the ambush of Louis Botha, even if the commando team is well-equipped, they will suffer a big loss.

Fortunately, it was not for nothing, Roque led the attack this time, wiped out two guerrillas, and killed Quentin Summerfield, who was registered in the Doge's Palace, even if he didn't catch Louis Botha, in Alfred Milner, Roque could explain the past.

And if Henry's father did become mayor of Johannesburg, then this was the best gift for Henry's father.

If there is no accident, when Roque returns to Johannesburg, maybe Henry's father has already taken office, in that case, the Johannesburg Police Department will kill Quentin Summerfield and eliminate the two guerrillas, under the leadership of the new mayor, what could be better than such a gift-

After days of pursuit, the brothers were exhausted, and Roque simply rested for the night and returned to Johannesburg the next day.

Unexpectedly, this decision caused trouble again.

Before entering the Transvaal, far behind, a cavalry team caught up.

This time it was a real regular army.

Roque secretly shouted that it was not good, in the Cape, the Johannesburg Police Department has no law enforcement powers, this is considered cross-border law enforcement, if the Cape colonial government does not pursue it, it is fine, if the Cape colonial government investigates, then it is really hard to say what the result will be.

But how could Roque sit still.

The speed of the cavalry was very fast, and Roque and the others had rested for the night, and they had already recuperated their spirits, and they were not slow to run, so Roque immediately fled.