It's not easy to get Galbraith out, at this time, McClair is full of rebels, let alone kill Galbraith, it's very difficult to find Galbraith, Brad's office may be able to do it, and the Cape state government can't even think about it.

However, it is not easy to get the help of Brad's office, although Southern Africa is a whole, the Cape state government is incompatible with the federal government, Edmund Law has refused the intervention of the Ministry of Justice before, and has completely cut off his own back road, at this time to go to Brad's office can only bring humiliation, and the state government can only find its own way.

While Edmund Law and Mackenzie were plotting to assassinate Galbraith, the total number of McClair's rebels had increased to 3,000 in just three days, and the situation was spiraling out of control.

"In a week at most, we will be able to grow to 10,000 men, and then we will be able to occupy the port of St. John's, and make even more noise and openly make our demands, rebels? Don't be funny, we're not rebels, we're just dissatisfied with the tyranny of the Cape state government, and we want to break away from the state and decide our own destiny for ourselves—" Galbraith, who has just turned forty this year, is a very ambitious man, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time, and has tried to run for Congress and State Council many times without success.

Galbraith is not stupid, on the contrary, he is a very smart person, and now in southern Africa, those who dare to rebel are fools, and Galbraith only achieves his goals in this way.

In order to avoid a possible attack from the federal and state governments, Galbraith had already left McClair and hid in the mountains near McClair.

Now Galbraith's camp is about less than 500 people, and these people are Galbraith's henchmen.

"Galbraith, you can't succeed, the federal and state governments won't accede to your unreasonable demands." Phil Boone, the Deputy Secretary of Home Affairs in the Cape State Government, had been ordered to negotiate with Galbraith in McClair, only to be detained by Galbraith.

"Of course that bastard Edmund Law wouldn't, but the federal government certainly would, and the federal government has long seen you bastards as unpleasant, and this is your own doing." Galbraith was triumphant, taking advantage of the tension between the federal government and the Cape state, and he did have a chance to achieve his ends.

"Galbraith, you're half right, there is indeed a conflict between the federal government and the Cape government, but you will definitely not be able to achieve your goals in this way, otherwise you will have endless troubles and no peace-" Dupin's face was pale, he seemed to be in good spirits, and was not subjected to violence by the rebels.

"Shut up, you'd better accede to my request and send a telegram to the Marquis of Nyasaland at once, telling the Lord my true purpose, or you won't be as relaxed and pleasant as you are now—" Galbraith was fierce, he dared to offend Edmund Law, but he did not dare to offend Roque.

Roque's murderous reputation is also known to everyone in southern Africa, which emboldens Galbraith, and Galbraith does not dare to openly raise the anti-flag.

This is also the real reason why Dupin did not dare to kill Dupin even if he did not agree to Galbraith's request.

"What is your real purpose? Breaking away from the Cape State to form the Eastern Cape? You can go to the Lord yourself. Du Pin sneered, the federal government does want to split the state of Cape, but by no means in this way.

"You think I haven't looked for it? It's a pity that the Marquis of Nyasaland treats us white people as well as you Chinese, Fil Boone, you'd better send a telegram to that old fellow Edmund, someone wants to see us white people kill each other, so that old bastard of Edmund had better agree to my request-" Galbraith has a self-respecting army, and he is also a clear double standard.

"Sir—" There was a sudden knock at the door, and a man in the uniform of a former Southern African Expeditionary Force officer appeared at the door.

"Yang, come in, is there any good news?" Galbraith's face was full of anticipation.

The smile on Yang's face was far-fetched.

The smile on Galbraith's face disappeared immediately, and when he beckoned Yang to sit down, he didn't forget to let Filburn and Dupin take him away.

"We need more bullets—" Dupin said vaguely as he left the room.

"Bullets, we need more bullets—" Young's face was full of sadness, his full name was Jan van Riebek,

Since the name has "Fan" in it, it indicates that Yang is of Boer origin, and most of them are still from noble backgrounds.

"Don't worry, I'll figure it out—" Galbraith agreed, but his mouth was a little bitter, "-, but until we get more bullets, let's use sparingly." ”

In Southern Africa, civilians are not allowed to possess high-powered weapons for military use, and bullet controls are similarly strict.

Although Galbraith purchased some weapons and ammunition through some special channels, the quantity is still limited after all, and there is no stable source of supply, but Galbraith will definitely not talk about these things, and it is not easy for him, the leader of the rebel army, to organize logistics and stabilize the morale of the army.

"To make those troops have better combat effectiveness, they must be rigorously trained, many of them have never touched weapons before, do not receive adequate training, once the battle happens-" Yang frowned, now the rebels look huge, in fact, they are all rabble, not to mention the federal regular army with aircraft and tanks, even in the face of the armored vehicles of the Cape State National Guard, I am afraid that it will collapse at the touch of a button.

With the rapid development of science and technology, rebellion has become more and more difficult.

During the Second Boer War, the Boer coalition still had room to fight guerrilla warfare with the British Expeditionary Force.

If it were now, the Boer coalition would probably have no choice but to raise their hands and surrender.

"Don't worry too much, Yang, if a battle really breaks out, McClair's troops can all give up, those people are cannon fodder and not trustworthy at all." Galbraith was ready to abandon most of the rebels, and if he did face a blow from the regular army of the Federation, Galbraith would have to leave southern Africa.

However, if it is against the Cape State National Guard, Galbraith thinks the rebels still have a chance.

"If we can, we should negotiate with the state government." Young was not optimistic about the rebels' prospects, and Galbraith was an outright opportunist with little chance of success.

"Even if it's a negotiation, we should be talking to the federal government, not with the Cape government." Galbraith hopes to talk to the federal government, and the Cape government will certainly not agree to the separation of the Cape State, and only negotiations with the federal government will make it possible.

"Then why don't we release Mr. Tax Officer and let Mr. Tax Officer go to Pretoria to show our goodwill." Young actively suggests that he had fought in the World War and was familiar with Roque's personal style.

Now to put it bluntly, Roque is watching the fire from the other side, and if the Cape State can't quell the rebellion as soon as possible, then Roque won't let the gaffe continue to develop.

When Roque sent his troops into the Cape, it was irreparable.

"Ha, Yang, this is not what you are good at, what you have to do is to train an invincible army for me, and I am responsible for the rest." Galbraith will definitely not let go, so Galbraith will have no chips in his hands at all.

The room where Du Pin was held was not far from Galbraith's office, and the facilities in the room were actually good, with a desk, a bed, a bathroom, and three meals a day would be delivered directly to the room.

There is never a shortage of food in southern Africa, and Du Ping's three meals a day are still of good standard, with vegetables, meat and fruits, and the nutrition is quite sufficient.

Although he was in prison, Du Pin did not give up on himself, he would do a lot of physical exercise in addition to reading after three meals a day, which was a habit he developed at the University of Nyasaland, no matter what, first of all, to have a good body.

Today's dinner was quite hearty, and in addition to the chicken, Dupin also got a fish.

After dinner, Du Ping put away the plate and put it in the doorway, and knocked lightly on the door.

"Sir, have you found the book I wanted?"

The hand outside the door took away the plate, and handed in a book.

"Thank you, thank you very much—" Du Ping was overjoyed, and while taking the book, he handed over a gold coin with a five-rand denomination.

Southern Africa is the only country in the world where gold coins are still in circulation.

This is a magazine "Cell" published by the University of Nyasaland two months ago, Dupin developed good reading habits when he was studying at the University of Nyasaland, this magazine was purchased by Dupin before, and before he could read it, Dupin was seized by Galbraith.

Stroking the brand-new magazine cover and smelling the faint fragrance of ink, Du Ping smiled bitterly and turned the first page casually.

To Du Pin's surprise, a line of numbers was written crookedly in pencil on the first page.

"F-" Dupin lost his temper instantly, this magazine was scribbled at will before he had time to read it, and the anger in Dupin's heart was even worse than being placed under house arrest by Galbraith.

As a lover of reading, Du Pin couldn't stand this behavior, he got up and walked around the room, but did not find an eraser, so he could only return to his desk in a state of despair.

1922.2.7-3：00

This is obviously a combination of date and time, Du Ping doesn't know who wrote this time, but if you do the math, February 7th seems to be tomorrow-

Tomorrow at 3 a.m.?

Du Ping looked at this time and fell into deep thought, and half-loudly, Du Ping closed the page of the book and began to exercise in the open space of the room.

No matter what happens tomorrow at 3am, Dupin needs to be at his best.

There was no word all night, and at 3 o'clock in the morning, Du Ping's door was knocked softly.

"Who?" Du Ping didn't sleep and waited in the room early.

"Shhhhh

"Don't talk, follow me—" The man in black spoke Chinese.

(End of chapter)