The Tanganyika Army still does not understand what the vast sea of people's war is.

Zulu scouts from Johannesburg, guerrilla warfare experts from the Kingdom of Mozambique, and volunteers from Nyasaland can all give the Fort Glory troops quite professional guidance in this regard.

Africa actually has a tradition in this regard, before the white colonizers came to Africa, Africans lived a primitive fishing and hunting life, Africans in Tanganyika, since childhood, they have been using bows and arrows as toys, and they have not yet participated in hunting when they are not high javelins, sometimes chasing prey is a few days and nights, and they are full of physical energy to consume the prey alive, so the Africans in Tanganyika are all good hunters.

Of course, just because you're a good hunter doesn't mean you're a good soldier.

Soldiers must first abide by discipline, and discipline is the biggest shortcoming of Africans, in this regard, the only one in the world who can fight with Africans is the Cossacks, the same personal quality is extremely good, and the individual combat effectiveness is strong, but the same undisciplined, free and loose, the result will be eliminated by history.

In fact, the white people of the civilized world at every turn during this period were not much better than Africans in terms of discipline.

After the Tanganyikadian army captured Fort Glory, the indigenous tribes around Fort Glory who had not had time to flee were unlucky.

In fact, most of these indigenous tribes who have not yet left have nothing to do with the Fort Glory troops, and the Tanganyika people who really recognize Fort Glory and are willing to resist German colonization have already joined the Fort Glory troops, and these indigenous tribes who are still outside the Fort Glory troops actually don't care whether it is the Germans or anyone else who rules them.

But in the eyes of the Germans, there is no difference between Africans in Tanganyika now, and even those indigenous Africans who have not yet joined the rebels at Fort Glory are potential enemies of Germany, and they will turn their spearheads and arrows at the Tanganyika army whenever they have the opportunity.

Under the guidance of this kind of thinking, one can imagine what kind of fate will happen to the indigenous tribes around Fort Glory.

Since the beginning of April, the indigenous tribes around Fort Glory have been gradually cleared by the Tanganyikat army, all the arable land has been destroyed, all the houses have been burned, and many people have been forced to go to Ping'an Port or Usunbura to become slaves of the Tanganyikat army, and more Africans are unwilling to leave their tribes, and then they are shot en masse.

In just half a month, at least 100,000 Africans died in the area around Fort Glory, accounting for one-tenth of the total population in Tanganyika.

This situation of course caused another round of hype in the British newspapers, and although the Germans refused to allow the formation of military observation missions from various countries, as during the Boer War, the Southern African General Staff obtained a lot of information about Tanganyika through various means.

Some of the most striking photographs are said to be from a Royes tribe near Fort Glory.

Judging from the photos, the scale of this tribe is quite large, with a total population of about 2,000 people.

The photograph of Rowa burning and engulfing him in flames, thousands of corpses lined up in a neat row in the open space next to the tribe, and several Tanganyika soldiers laughing wildly next to it, was published on the front page of The Times as evidence of a serious humanitarian catastrophe in Tanganyika.

The photo immediately caused an uproar, not only for Britain to hype up the humanitarian catastrophe in Tanganyika, but also for France, which was at constant friction with Germany.

Don't forget that the colonial system of this era was created by Britain and France, so both Britain and France began to hype up Germany's atrocities in Tanganyika, and Germany was faced with the situation that thousands of people were referring to.

Since the end of March, more than 10,000 Africans have gathered near Kasanga, in the lower reaches of the North Sea.

Kasanga is less than ten kilometers from the border between Nyasaland and Tanganyika, although the information is not developed at this time, but the atrocities of the Germans in Tanganyika still cause panic among Africans in Tanganyika, many indigenous tribes near Kasanga are gathered near the border between Tanganyika and Nyasaland, if the Germans really want to clean up the Africans near Kasanga, then these Africans can flee into Nyasaland at any time.

The problem is that Africans are not welcome in Nyasaland, and in order to prevent Africans from crossing the border into Nyasaland, Nyasaland has even set up barbed wire and separation belts in the border area, and there are border police patrols 24 hours a day, and if Africans are found to have crossed the border illegally, the border police will send people to the mines near Xuanwu City.

In any case, Xuanwu City is located within the famous Zambi Copper Belt, and there are many copper mines around it, which requires a lot of free labor.

Although I know the fate of entering Nyasaland illegally, there is still a big difference between staying in Tanganyika and waiting for death, at least working for Nyasaland can feed and live, which is already a luxury for Africans in Tanganyika at present.

On 15 April, a detachment of the Tanganyikat Army arrived in Kasanga and began purging the indigenous tribes around Kasanga.

Africans near Kasanga had no choice but to travel to the border between Nyasaland and Tanganyika, hoping to enter Nyasaland to escape the German army.

At noon on the 15th, at least 3,000 Africans had gathered in front of the checkpoint on the border between Nyasaland and Tanganyika, and the number was growing, which immediately aroused the alarm of the Nyasaland border police.

Or rather, to arouse the interest of the border police.

"There are so many people in Nima, this time our buddies are going to get rich—" After the border guard post was checked, the first class police officers Liser and Robinson were very happy.

The Border Police caught Africans who had crossed the border illegally and sent them to the mines near Xuanwu City, and there were incentives on the part of the police department, as well as on the mines side, which was an important source of income for the Nyasaland Police Department, and the profits generated in this area amounted to hundreds of thousands of pounds per year.

So the Nyasaland Border Police would be happy to see Africans cross the border into Nyasaland illegally, usually to catch an African, and the money that the police station and the mines reward the individual with adds up to about a pound or so.

Although the number is not large, there are more and more Africans illegally crossing the border into Nyasaland since the outbreak of the rebellion in Tanganyika, more than 10,000 Africans have crossed the border into Nyasaland every month, and the benefits of the Nyasaland police station in recent months have been very good, and the bonuses are far more than the normal salary.

Although every African who illegally crosses the border is seen by the Nyasaland border police as a glittering pound, if these Africans do not cross the border, the Nyasaland police cannot enter Tanganyika to pull people over, which is essentially different from the mercenaries of southwest Africa who illegally plundered the population in Bechuana.

"Send your sister's wealth, hurry up and call the inspector, this Nima has thousands of people, we only have one team, why did you catch it?" Sheriff Justin was in a hurry, there was only one police force of ten people at the border checkpoint in Nyasaland, and if the Africans on the opposite side crossed the border en masse, even if ten people were exhausted, how many could be caught.

Li Se woke up from a dream, picked up the phone and began to dial.

Before the number could be dialed out, the Africans on the other side of the checkpoint suddenly began to stir.

In the distance, the cavalry of the Tanganyika army had already appeared, which was like a talisman for the Africans in Tanganyika.

Almost instantly, thousands of Africans were pouring in the direction of the checkpoint.

"Go back, this isn't where you're supposed to be!" Justin pulled out his pistol and thought about putting the gun back in its holster, a gun only has thirteen bullets, and what use it can be in the face of thousands of people.

Unfortunately, few Africans in Tanganyika understand English, so Justin's warnings have no effect.

But looking at the anxious, desperate, pleading eyes in front of him, although Justin couldn't understand the indigenous African language, Justin knew what they were talking about.

It's just a wall, with survival on one side and death on the other, and this is not a multiple-choice question at all.

"Head, think of a way—" Robinson and several other policemen were desperately trying to resist the gate of the checkpoint, although the Nyasaland side closed the checkpoint after the outbreak of war in Tanganyika, but the gate was crumbling in the face of the onslaught of the Africans, and Robinson and the others were almost unable to withstand it.

The German cavalry in the distance also noticed the situation, and immediately someone opened fire, trying to disperse the crowd in front of the checkpoint.

At this time, the muzzle of the gun will certainly not be raised, and if the bullet crosses the crowd and falls into Nyasaland, then it may cause a dispute again.

So right away, someone was shot and fell to the ground.

This immediately provoked panic in the crowd, and the gate was squeezed down almost instantly, but fortunately Robinson and several other policemen ran fast, otherwise Robinson and the others would have been trampled to death by the crowd.

However, in this case, the stampede was inevitable, and the panicked crowd frantically poured into Nyasaland, and as long as someone was squeezed down, there was no way to get up, Robinson and several police officers who survived the robbery hid in the surveillance room and did not dare to come out, and could only watch as many women and children were squeezed down by the crowd, and then overwhelmed by the crowd.

"Order, don't rush, one by one, be careful of women and children—" Robinson tried to maintain order, but the sound of the tin horn was immediately drowned out by the sound of cries and gunshots, and had no effect at all.

When everyone poured into Nyasaland, what remained at the border checkpoint was a stampede of corpses, some of them stampede and some of them shot by the Germans.

More than a dozen of them, shot in the back, collapsed inside the checkpoint door.

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