Judging by Jackson Marshall's standards, the combat effectiveness of the Cape National Guard is estimated to be not as good as General Mackenzie imagined.

Objectively speaking, the equipment of the National Guard in Cape Prefecture is indeed inferior to that of the Wehrmacht, not only does it not have the Air Force to help in the war, it does not even have armored vehicles, and the proportion of heavy weapons is not much, the only few Makqin heavy machine guns are still models 20 years ago, and the two grenade launchers are quite advanced, but the shooter's clothing does not have a professional shooter logo, and it is estimated that he has not received professional training.

In fact, with the exception of a very small number of troops, the combat effectiveness of a unit is usually proportional to its weaponry.

The most intuitive comparison is that the Edward Fleet's marines, a brigade of 3,000 people, equipped with about 120 vehicles, equipped with more than 40 mortars, more than 60 light and heavy machine guns, more than 20 grenade launchers, and 40 amphibious armored vehicles.

This is in stark contrast to the Cape National Guard, which is only equipped with Maxim and two grenade launchers, and the 2,500-strong National Guard, which is equipped with less than 20 vehicles, mainly used to transport supplies, and Jackson Marshall noticed that the weapons used by the soldiers are not uniform, including Lee Enfield, Lebel of France, and even earlier Martini Henry, which worries Jackson Marshall very much.

"Take care of your own business, the troubles of the Cape State, the Cape people will solve it themselves." Mackenzie is still very tough and confident in destroying the rebels.

It wasn't just Mackenzie who was confident, the Port St. John's city government, which had always been reluctant to cooperate with the Edward fleet, had a very different attitude towards the Cape National Guard.

On the day the National Guard arrived in Port St. John, the city government of St. John's prepared a grand welcome and dinner for the National Guard, at which Mackenzie vowed to lead his troops to McClair tomorrow and eliminate the rebels within a week.

Mackenzie's bold words were greeted with enthusiastic cheers from the people of St John's Harbour, with Mayor Rich Deoule taking the opportunity to announce a reward of R150,000 for the National Guard, and to raise donations for the National Guard on the spot.

"I donate a thousand rand, and I wish General Mackenzie all the best!" Rich Deoule is generous, a thousand rand is a lot for a person, and his salary for a year is probably that much.

Of course, it's just a nominal salary, and as the mayor of Port St. John's, it's easy for Rich Dejore to make money.

"I'll donate five hundred—"

"I'll donate three hundred—"

Donations from all walks of life at the dinner soon exceeded R10,000.

"It feels like this group of people is crazy, and they really believe that the National Guard can destroy the rebels?" Garfield looked sarcastic, distrusting the Wehrmacht, but instead pursued the National Guard in every possible way, which Garfield really couldn't understand.

"Normal, for the Cape State, our We're Defensemen outsiders—" Jackson Marshall sneered, and he couldn't blame the St. Johns for favoring one over the other, the environment was like that.

"General Marshall, Colonel Garfield, see? That's what people want to do—" Mackenzie triumphantly walked over to Jackson Marshall and Garfield with a glass of red wine.

Jackson Marshall drank water, Garfield drank juice, and the big war was imminent, and neither of them dared to be careless.

"Look, they're actually drinking juice, and they're not manly at all!"

"Are all naval officers so stingy? I've heard that their salaries are quite a lot—"

"You know, these naval officers are mercenaries hired from abroad, and they weren't originally from southern Africa—"

There was a lot of talk around them, and the eyes that looked at Jackson Marshall and Garfield were not very friendly.

"General Mackenzie, I hope you will live up to the hopes of these people, you are now their savior." Jackson Marshall laughed and was not quick to speak.

Soldiers, it's still the performance on the battlefield to speak, and it's useless to be impassioned now.

As for what people want—

To be honest, most of the time, people's hearts are grass on the wall, and whoever wins has the right to speak.

"Of course I will, tomorrow I will lead the army to McClair, if you are not at ease, you can send people to go with my children, but I guess you can only clean up the battlefield-" Mackenzie laughed wildly, Brad's office rescued Dupin, and also rescued Fil Boone, relieving the worries of the Cape state government, Mackenzie now has no scruples and is full of confidence.

"Hehe, no need, I wish you success." Jackson Marshall was not angry, put down the cup and turned around to leave.

Then he came back, took out his wallet, took out a ten-rand bill, put it in the donation box held by the maid, and did not forget to smile at Mackenzie and say, "Sorry, we have a limited salary, and we don't have that much money-"

A glass of water is ten rand, the price is expensive enough.

The next day, the National Guard marched to the cheers of St. John's and marched toward McClair, and Jackson Marshall appeared in the crowd to see him off.

Despite the contradictions between the Cape and federal governments, Jackson Marshall still genuinely hoped that the National Guard would wipe out the rebels without suffering heavy losses, and he was not proud of it, and if he could, he did not want the Wehrmacht to turn its guns on southern Africans.

What Jackson Marshall did not expect was that the National Guard was under strong sniper fire from the rebels shortly after leaving St. John's Harbor.

Galbraith did not sit back in the face of the transfer of troops from the federal and state governments, this guy must have an eye in the port of St. John, and Galbraith got the report as soon as the National Guard set off.

Mackenzie did not expect that the rebels would dare to set up an ambush near Port St. John's, and plunged headlong into the rebel encirclement unprepared.

What Mackenzie didn't expect was that the rebels were not well trained, but the rebels made up of African-American workers were very brave, and they bravely charged the National Guard with bayonets in their hands.

Mackenzie tried to organize resistance, at which point the weakness of the National Guard's inadequate automatic weapons was exposed, and after losing a squadron of nearly 100 National Guard soldiers, Mackenzie relied on the few Maxim heavy machine guns to barely form a defensive line, and Mackenzie was forced to ask Jackson Marshall for reinforcements just an hour after the battle began.

"How many people does the rebel army have?" Jackson Marshall asked the second lieutenant of the National Guard sent by Mackenzie for support, hoping for more information.

"I don't know, it's overwhelming, it's everywhere, I don't know how many people, a lot-" The second lieutenant trembled in shock, as if in the battle just now, the second lieutenant was greatly surprised.

"And what about the weapons and equipment of the rebels? Are there any heavy machine guns and artillery? Jackson Marshall looked at it differently and hoped to get some useful information.

"I don't know, there are gunshots everywhere, ours, the enemy's, I can't tell the difference—the rebels are brave, they force us into a hand-to-hand battle, and we suffer heavy casualties—" The second lieutenant's eyes were red and painful, and the information he provided was still useless.

"And last question, how many of you are left?" Garfield couldn't bear it, he didn't know this, he didn't know that, he was still a lieutenant?

"I don't know, when General Mackenzie sent me to ask for reinforcements, we already had two positions occupied by the rebels—" The second lieutenant finally remembered his mission, grabbed Garfield's hand and pleaded, "Mr. Colonel, save those National Guard boys, who are also Southern Africans-"

"How do you know now that they're also from southern Africa? What did you do earlier? Garfield shook his hand away.

The second lieutenant was stunned, covered his face and whimpered in a low voice, how arrogant the National Guard was when it set off, and how depressed it is now.

"Don't care about these details, Garfield, gather your troops, and we'll go at once—" Jackson Marshall couldn't leave the National Guard alone, and if the National Guard suffered heavy losses, then Jackson Marshall was also responsible.

"General, now is the best time to send out helicopters-" Mapro actively asked for battle, such an opportunity was rare: "The helicopter is ready, we have replaced the heavy machine gun on the helicopter with a grenade launcher, and with the rockets equipped on the helicopter, we can defeat the rebels." ”

"Then what are you waiting for, go, go, order the air force units to go together and cover the ground forces attack-" Jackson Marshall didn't have much hope, but it was good to have more forces after all.

The Wehrmacht's credo is to give the enemy no chance even if the goshawk fights the rabbit.

Maprolo was right, the helicopter was indeed ready.

After receiving the order to leave, the two helicopters set off one after the other and headed straight for the battlefield ten kilometers away.

The pilot of the 012 helicopter was Major Swart Roberts, a former fighter pilot, who fought in world wars and was later selected as a helicopter pilot with extensive flight experience and combat experience.

"Are you ready, brothers, let's go kick those rebels in the ass!" Swart Roberts didn't forget to pump up the crew in the cabin.

"Come on, Major, we're ready—" The co-pilot, Hendrik, was also an experienced pilot.

"Shao, prepare the cartridge box, look at my gestures, let you change the ammunition and start changing, don't hesitate-" The shooter Wei Jing was extremely excited, the heavy machine gun he originally used, now changed to a grenade launcher, and the firepower was even more intense.

Ten kilometers were fleeting, and before he could reach the battlefield, Swart Roberts noticed that on the ground below, there were National Guard soldiers retreating in disarray, and on the battlefield farther away, the battle was continuing.

"Get ready for battle, we're about to enter the battle—" Swart Roberts screamed, maneuvering the helicopter and swooping down towards the charging rebels.

Whoosh –

This is the first time that rockets have appeared on the battlefield.