In just one sneak attack, there are only more than 2,500 of the 3,000 mercenaries left, which is really a heavy loss, and at this rate, it is not known whether the mercenaries will be able to finish the last few tens of kilometers from Ulysses.

Don't underestimate this area of dozens of kilometers, the Congo Free State is mostly tropical rainforest, and the journey of dozens of kilometers may take several days, which means that in the next few days, the mercenaries may be attacked at any time, if there are a few more attacks of this scale, I am afraid that they will not reach Ulysses, and the mercenaries will completely collapse.

"Throw away the baggage and go full speed, the Nyasaland people will not dare to confront us head-on, so we can only make a despicable sneak attack, we will fight the Nyasaland in Ulysses, we will definitely win!" Ethan Barrett didn't know if he had been broken out of his head, but he still insisted that the mercenaries were more effective than the Nyasalanders.

Charles Gregory and Robert Norris looked at each other with deep concern in their eyes, and even the most radical Robert Norris did not dare to pander to Ethan Barrett.

"Gather your troops, let's go right away!" Ethan Barrett decided to set off immediately, and the longer it dragged on, the more uncertain it became, and Ethan Barrett did not dare to take any chances.

"We still have a lot of wounded soldiers, and if we don't settle them properly, I'm afraid it will affect the morale of the troops." Charles was slow to follow, and if he could, Charles would now love to return to Kinshasa and leave the Congo Free State, never to return for the rest of his life.

"Leave the wounded here to recuperate, and when we occupy Kalemie, we will take the wounded to Kalemi for treatment." Ethan Barrett was cold and didn't even believe what he said.

The mercenaries did not have doctors and nurses, and even if they did, there were not many ways for doctors and nurses to inflict injuries from large-caliber heavy machine guns.

As far as the medical level of the current era is concerned, once a soldier is injured, the medical means are often extremely limited, and it is good to say that a minor injury can be passed, but if it is a serious injury, there is a situation where it is impossible to amputate, then the wounded soldier can only wait for death.

More than 200 mercenaries were wounded in last night's raid, more than 100 were seriously wounded, and now four hours after the attack, more than half of the seriously wounded have died of their injuries.

"Ethan, we can't do that, or the troops will mutiny." Charles reminds Ethan Barrett that the mercenaries are extremely selfish, and if they find that attacking Kalemi will do more harm than good, they will most likely disperse.

"So what do you think we should do? Abandoning a mission? Then we're a joke! Ethan Barrett scolded, so the bulls that he bragged about before now turned into a resounding slap in the face of Ethan Barrett.

It hurts hotly!

"It's better to be a joke than a tattered corpse that no one cares about—" sighed Robert Norris, who had all his illusions shattered by last night's attack, and Robert Norris, who was also a veteran of the war, was now deeply aware of the gap between mercenaries and Nyasaland.

To be honest, Robert Norris didn't think the mercenaries had a chance of victory, and the mercenaries were too amateurish compared to the calm, almost terrifying Nyasalanders.

After daybreak, Robert Norris took a tour of the Nyasaland positions.

As Charles had learned, the Nyasaland position was by a small river, and the position after dawn was naturally empty, with only a dozen skinned crocodiles left on the riverbank.

In other words, when the Nyasaland people were preparing to attack the mercenaries, they were still in the mood to kill the crocodiles and skin them to make money, which made Robert Norris feel a deep fear that such a force was not something that the mercenaries could fight against at all.

Robert Norris found the machine gun position, the position is very exquisite, although the mercenaries did not organize an effective counterattack yesterday, but the machine gun position is still well protected, Robert Norris was surprised to find that although the Nyasaland people fired at least 10,000 rounds last night, but there was not a single bullet casing on the position, which shows that after the Nyasaland completed the attack, there was still enough time to clean the position, and there was no possible counterattack of the mercenaries at all, this confidence, this strength, It really made Robert Norris feel intimidated from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you going to be a deserter?" Ethan Barrett yelled, getting up and holding the handle of the gun at his waist.

"Which eye did you see me as a deserter?" Robert Norris stood up without fear and scolded Ethan Barrett.

The other officers next to him hurriedly came up to pull the rack.

"That's enough, quarrels won't solve the problem, let's think about how to deal with the Nyasaland." Charles felt a pang of irritability, and he didn't see the slightest hope of victory.

Just outside the only tent, the surviving mercenaries were demoralized, some were in a daze, some were crying, some were counting their belongings, unlike the angry officers, the soldiers were not in the mood to argue, and the attack of the Nyasaland last night was a wake-up call for all the mercenaries - the Nyasaland were unlike all the enemies they had faced before.

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Unlike the mercenaries who were demoralized, on the mountain ridge more than a dozen kilometers away, the morale of the officers and men of the Northern Rhodesian Division, which had just completed its mission, was high.

Last night's attack was nothing more than daily training, and such a long-distance raid was immediately followed by combat, which was a regular training program for the Nyasaland militia regiments.

In the Nyasaland militia regiment, the upgraded version of the armed training is to carry a weight of 30 kilograms, and after a long-distance run of 20 kilometers, it will be put into combat immediately, and the intensity of last night is actually not as high as the regular training intensity of the Nyasaland militia regiment, so the officers and men of the northern Rhodesia division feel that they have not yet enjoyed it, and the combat mission has been completed, and a dozen crocodiles are just an episode, and they will sell the crocodile skins to the Nyasaland Agricultural Company, and each person can get a few pounds, which is really not too easy.

"If we set up a position here and fight a blocking battle, will we scare the Belgians away?" Martin was full of confidence, and the Yao people had also fought the Portuguese resistance, but unfortunately they did not do their best, and now the northern division of Rhodesia is repeating its old skills, hoping that the Belgians will be as tenacious as the Portuguese.

"It's possible, if the Belgians want to break through our positions, it's simply impossible not to pay two or three thousand men." Isaiah Ulysses had a kinship, and God knows who the Nyasaland people wrote about, and they actually built such a murderous position, which made Isaiah Ulysses shudder.

The defensive positions of this era are basically an upgraded version of linear tactics, rifles, machine guns and so on are lined up, artillery positions are located behind the positions, and there is no attention to the inclined and anti-inclined planes, and the front of gongs and drums is just right.

The position of the Nyasaland people is absolutely different, the heavy machine guns on the general position are facing the front, the position of the Nyasalanders, the firing range of the heavy machine gun position is oblique, Isaiah Ulysses didn't know the meaning of this at first, and when Isaiah Ulysses went to the front of the position to turn around, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

In front of the position, Isaiah Ulysses simulated an attack, and unexpectedly found that no matter how much he used the terrain to cover his advance, he would be cross-fired by heavy machine guns, which also meant that as long as the heavy machine guns had enough ammunition, it was almost impossible to break through the position.

On the positions of the Northern Rhodesian Division, there were less than a thousand troops, a full 50 heavy machine guns, and the mercenaries did not have artillery to help, and they wanted to break through the positions of the Northern Rhodesian Division, unless they raised their hands.

"Hmph, 7,000 people, it is impossible to defeat our Northern Rhodesia Division with such a small number of troops!" Martin learned about the power of crossfire when he was still in Cape Town, and this was the first time that crossfire was shown to the world.

Now Martin and Isaiah Ulysses don't know that the mercenary slaves have scattered in a hurry, and now there are only more than 2,500 people left, if Martin and Isaiah Ulysses knew, maybe they would take the initiative to attack, and they would not wait for the mercenaries to attack at all.

"Brothers, it's time to eat—" The head chef led more than a dozen Yao porters, carrying a few iron tongs to line up behind the position, opened the lid of the iron bucket, and suddenly a rich and greasy fragrance permeated the position.

"God, it's luncheon meat again, can you change the taste, I'd rather eat potatoes-"

"I'm not hungry!"

"I'm going to get a rabbit to roast and eat, you can eat mine."

The soldiers immediately complained, and their morale immediately fell to the extreme, and some soldiers had a nauseous feeling of wanting to vomit as soon as they smelled the smell.

"It's meat, it's meat, you know? Don't be so ignorant! The chef was furious, and after only a few good days, he began to dislike the meat, and he was still too full.

Two months ago, a Rhodesian agricultural products company provided Nyasaland with a kind of canned food made of meat, starch and potatoes, which was packaged in tin sheets and could be used for frying, frying, boiling, stewing, easy to use, long shelf life, and ready to eat out of the lid, so it was purchased by the Nyasaland militia as a daily food for the militia.

When it first appeared, it was very popular with militia fighters, and once became popular in Nyasaland, becoming a popular food for everyone.

But after a long time, the luncheon meat began to become unpopular, and the soldiers no longer liked the flavor of the spices, and gradually began to get tired of the luncheon meat.

This can't be blamed on the soldiers' mouths, Xiao Si, the profiteer, when making luncheon meat, the proportion of meat is pitiful, most of the raw materials are starch and potatoes, this thing can be eaten once or twice, and the number of times it is eaten, to put it mildly, even the military dogs of the militia do not eat it.

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