Modiba is still a little clever, after being humiliated by Yaya in public, Modiba was wronged on the surface, and secretly vowed in his heart that sooner or later, he would return the humiliation that Yaya imposed on him today a hundredfold.

Of course, Modiba also hated Anton and Suo Chao, as well as all the commanders and fighters of the northern division of Rhodesia, and even Roque.

Modiba doesn't think he's at fault, after all, it's a soldier who doesn't tire of cheating, when Modibar was training in Nyasaland, that's what the instructor said, and Modiba can't remember anything else the instructor said now, but he remembers this sentence very clearly.

On the evening of the 22nd, it was time for dinner.

Dinner for the training camp and scouts consisted of luncheon meat with bread, fruit, milk, and a small bottle of wine, about 100 grams, per person.

Modiba's food is much worse, each of them only has the fruit of a baobab tree, which they pick themselves.

"The people of Nyasaland are so unfair, they have meat and wine, and we have nothing—" muttered one of Modiba's henchmen as he ate in a tent in the far corner of the camp.

The problem is that the officers and men of the training battalion do not like to eat luncheon meat, so many officers and soldiers exchange luncheon meat with Modiba's men for baobab fruit.

Modiba's henchman also wanted to exchange with a sergeant in the training camp, but the sergeant refused.

"Don't think about it so much, compared to the rebels in the canyon, we are happy enough now, at least we still have something to eat." Modiba ate quickly, eating the fruit in two bites, then lifted the curtain of the tent and looked out.

The Northern Rhodesian Division had a strict rule when camping, no matter under any circumstances, as long as it was after dark, it was not allowed to go out of the tent without an order from the higher-ups, even if it was necessary to go to the toilet.

This rule seems unkind, but in fact it is very necessary, and the army at this period could only rely on lights in the camp, and if there was an accident, the lights could easily ignite the tents, and then the camp roared.

Lights are controlled at night in the camp to prevent accidents, and if anyone wanders around the camp, they will be killed red-handed as a spy.

"If we knew this was the case, we might as well go back to the tribe directly." Another henchman couldn't help but complain that they surrendered with Modiba not to eat fruit, but to get promoted and get rich, and now their treatment in the northern division of Rhodesia is not as good as in the rebels, at least in the rebels, they are very free.

It is indeed freedom, the Northern Rhodesian Division may be the most strictly regulated force in the world, and the most unbearable thing for Africans is restraint.

If they were still in the rebels, they might now be dancing around a campfire with the women they snatched, which is the favorite way of life for Africans.

"I don't want to go back to the tribe, I want to go to Johannesburg, I heard that there is gold everywhere, and there are snow-white women, I want to marry a snow-white woman, and then hire a group of Boers to help me herd cattle—" Another African had ambitions, but his dream was unlikely to be realized.

"It's not possible to go to Johannesburg, it's already white people's world, and I think we should go back to the tribe, or go to the Congo Free State, and I've heard that we have a lot of people who mix well in the Congo Free State." There was a lot of talk among his men, and finally someone came to Modiba's side.

"Sir, let's go, don't be bullied by the Nyasaland here, as long as we have guns in our hands, we can go anywhere-"

Modiba looked back, and in the darkness, only a pair of eyes flickered.

Modiba's heart was irritated, in their tent, it really didn't make a difference whether the lights were lit or not, anyway, it was pitch black and they couldn't see anything.

"Our guns have been taken away, where are we going to get them?" Modiba didn't want to be angry, but unfortunately when Modiba surrendered, the Rhodesian Northern Division surrendered Modiba and his men, and Modiba and his men are now unarmed.

"The weapons seized during the day today are piled up in the easternmost open space of the camp, I know the place, as long as we get the guns, we can go anywhere-" Someone suggested a solution.

"The path behind the camp leads straight to Sehuhon, and as long as we leave the camp, the Nyasaland people don't want to find us without our guides—"

"Maybe we can join forces with the troops in the canyon and eat all the Nyasaland people in one go, and then we can eat as much meat as we like and drink as much wine as we like—"

"Yes, let's split up and contact the others, I'm going to cut off the heads of the Nyasaland people and use them as a nightpot—"

The more Modiba's men talked, the more excited they became, as if they had really turned the tables and wiped out the training camp.

"No, we can't contact anyone else, if we want to go, we can only go secretly, and don't try to eat the Nyasalanders, even if we tie all of us together, we are no opponents-" Modiba is still sensible, and now he just wants to run away.

"Then we will act, go back to the tribe, we will kill the chief, and then you will be the chief, sir, and we will be at ease." Modiba's men are still very convinced of Modiba.

"Ahem, you and Kit go to get the weapon, be careful, take off all your clothes, and don't be discovered-" Modiba didn't take any chances, and got the weapon first.

The people of Nyasaland are also lacking in virtue, and the clothes they wear are all dark colors that can better blend in with the environment.

But for Modiba, the defectors were dressed in white, which was very conspicuous in the dark.

In fact, this problem is not difficult to solve, the skin color of Africans themselves is the best protective color, and the clothes are white, and they are not afraid, just take off the clothes, anyway, this dress represents humiliation for Modiba.

Ahem and Kit are indeed not afraid of death, they don't seem to realize why Modibar didn't take the lead, took off his clothes and lifted the corner of the tent, and with the help of the shadow of the tent, he disappeared into the darkness.

No one spoke in the tent, everyone was nervous, and Modiba only realized what he had done, and if Ahem and Kit were accidentally captured and Modiba confessed, then Modiba would be dead.

Yesterday Yayadam beat Modiba in public, and Modiba was already well aware of the attitude of the northern Rhodesian division towards him, and if there was an opportunity, the Nyasaland people would definitely punish Modiba severely.

Shooting directly is considered light.

For a moment, Modiba really wanted to run away regardless of it.

But that doesn't make sense, to get ahead, Modiba still needs these subordinates, and if he really wants to be alone, Modiba doesn't know what he can do.

You can't be a robber who robs houses, and although Modiba doesn't resist the profession, it's clear that he hasn't gotten that in that way yet.

It was only about five minutes, or maybe half an hour, when Modiba's patience had reached its limit, and Ahem and Kit finally returned.

Ahem that's right, he and Kit each carry two rifles on their backs.

And a box of bullets.

After opening the box, Modiba can now understand Yaya's mood yesterday, not to mention the beating, Modiba now has the heart to kill.

The gun that Ahem and Kitt got back was Martini Henry, but the bullet they got back was a 7.7mm caliber bullet that only Lee Enfield could use, and it didn't match at all.

"The people of Nyasaland are too cunning, they didn't put bullets and guns together, and we managed to find a box of bullets—" Ahem, he was not trained in Nyasaland, and knew that finding bullets was pretty good.

Modiba endured and endured, and finally held back his breath.

"Forget it, ahem, you and Kitt take the lead, let's go-" Modiba had to make the most of every force.

Outside the camp, a patrol of soldiers with torches had just passed by and tried to get out under the barbed wire fence at the edge of the camp.

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Suddenly a voice came out of the darkness, and Modiba almost lost his soul.

At this time, Modibar found that there were a lot of tin boxes of luncheon meat hanging on the barbed wire.

This extra-black lunch box hangs on the black barbed wire, and you really can't see it if you don't look closely.

The Nyasaland people are so cunning that when Modiba was training in Nyasaland, the Nyasaland instructors did not teach them.

In fact, it is not the Nyasaland instructor who keeps the hand, and when Modiba was training in Nyasaland, Rhodesia had not yet started producing luncheon meat.

"Who's there?" The patrol shouted, and someone was pulling the bolt.

"Rush, rush, rush—" At this point, there was no way back, and Modiba could only rush forward.

Bang!

The patrol opened fire decisively.

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Modiba didn't bother to check the extent of cough cough's injury, backhanded Kit still on the barbed wire, and then in Kit's screams, stepped on Kit to jump out of the barbed wire, and then ran desperately.

"Stop!" The guards had already arrived and immediately opened fire at the same time as the warning.

Bang!

Modiba felt that something was biting his buttocks, strangely, but he didn't feel the pain, Modiba didn't dare to stop, and ran desperately towards the dark wilderness in the distance.

More patrols arrived, gunfire rang out, and Modiba's men, who were not as athletic as Modiba, were killed before they could climb out of the barbed wire, including Kit, who was thrown onto the barbed wire.

This was a relief for Kit, who had barbs on the barbed wire fence in Nyasaland, and Kitt had to get dressed gracefully in order not to be noticed, but the barbs had already pierced Kit's body, and he had to bring out a large piece of flesh if he wanted to pull it out.

The Rhodesian Northern Division would certainly not waste medical resources on Kit, so Kit was dead, or just torture for Kit.

By the time the gunfire had subsided, Modiba had disappeared into the dark wilderness.

Looking back at the already lit camp, Modiba wanted to laugh.

Looking back, Modiba found that not far from him, there were two faint eyes that shimmered with cold light.

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