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"Report to the company commander, we found the target in the northeast corner of Salt Pond Salt Lake!"

"Approximately how many of them are there? Did you alert them?"

"The number should be about fifty people, five large vehicles in total, and there are also five Florisbad Village villagers led by Kevin Dicken, the youngest son of the mayor of Florisbad Village. Their defenses are very lax, so we The scouts should have not been discovered and are still watching them."

"Very well, Wilson, you take your platoon to go back from the left along the edge of Salt Pond and cut off their retreat. Rolls-Royce leads the second platoon to set up an ambush from the direction they came from. I require you to be within 20 seconds. Arrive at the location within minutes and move closer to their area in twenty minutes." Blanca began to distribute combat tasks.

"Yes, Captain!" Wilson and Rawls replied.

Then the two of them took their own troops and headed in two directions. As for the southwest direction, there was Salt Pond. Unless the enemy really wanted to escape there, it would be difficult to survive in the harsh environment, so there was no need to send Extra troops for defense.

"Varcianu!" Blanca shouted next.

Varshanu responded: "Here, sir, what are your orders?"

"You lead the way now. There may be a battle next. Don't be afraid. It's okay if you stay here. No need to force it."

"Uh, sir, I'd better stay here! After all, I'm familiar with Kevin Di and a few people in the village, so we won't be embarrassed for a while." Varshanu still felt a little guilty, and besides, it might happen Fighting also meant danger. There was no need for him to move forward, as it would be bad if he was accidentally injured.

"That's fine, Christine, you stay to take care of Varshanu and ensure his safety. If there is an emergency, take him to Bloemfontein to report the situation here!" Blanca still plans to find someone. Look at Varshanu.

"Don't worry, company commander, I will definitely protect Mr. Varshanu's safety."

"Well, then you two will wait for us here."

Afterwards, Blanca took the remaining people towards the direction of the Orange transport convoy.

At this time, Dicken was chatting with people from the Orange Free Resistance Army, unaware that the danger was approaching.

"Romon, what are you escorting this time?"

"As usual, the main thing is food, but this time we have this!" Luo Meng stretched out his hand and gestured with a gun. Regarding Dickinson, Luo Meng was quite relieved. The village of Florisbad is nearby and Dickenen offers convenience.

Dicken said with understanding: "With this batch of supplies, the front line will definitely teach the Transvaal people a profound lesson."

"That's right, this batch of goods is from the Austro-Hungarian Empire. I heard that it is new goods drawn directly from the arsenal. It is not comparable to the old antiques we have."

"Then the higher ups don't give you a few of them?"

"Sigh, the front-line troops haven't fully used it yet, let alone us logistics personnel, but it will definitely be equipped later. It's just a matter of time."

The Orange Free Resistance Army is a purely grassroots team, so its organization and contacts are far inferior to the Transvaal Restoration Army. The Transvaal Restoration Army is guided by the British Army, and even follows the British Army's template. It has a long-standing team, so it learns from the British Army in all aspects, while the Orange Free Resistance Army can only be regarded as an alliance of guerrillas and rural regiments.

The East African military advisory group only provides reference advice to these guerrillas or rural groups. As for helping the Orange people organize any battle tactics, there is no need to think about it, because the Orange people do not have a unified organization at all, but They huddled together on each hilltop to stay warm.

Correspondingly, the East African Military Advisory Group will not care about transportation matters like this. It just reminds the Orange people to pay attention.

But it is obvious that not everyone takes the good advice to heart, or does not have this awareness at all.

This was the case for Luo Meng, the captain of the convoy escorting the supplies this time. After all, this route had been traveled for several months without incident, so everyone was even more worried.

Of course, as a paramilitary officer, Romond was relatively safe, but this safety was only when passing through the area controlled by the Transvaal.

Salt Pond is indeed a special place. Because the environment near the salt marsh of Salt Pond is relatively harsh, neither the Transvaal nor the Orange people pay much attention to this place. Even the nearest village of Florisbad is very Few people come here.

This further weakened Romon's inner vigilance. In addition, with Dicken, one of his own, in Florisbad Village watching over him, he could get wind of any disturbances in advance.

However, Romon had a little too much trust in Dicken. Romon was a paramilitary member of the Orange Free Resistance Army, and that was also made up. Dicken, who could only be regarded as having a disdain for the Orange Free Resistance, Well-meaning and friendly people.

He had not received any formal training and was immature, so he didn't even notice that Varshanu was in the village, and he didn't realize that he was being followed these days.

While the two were talking, Blanca also approached with his troops. A large group of people suddenly appeared, and Romon realized that something was wrong.

"No good captain, he's from the Transvaal!"

"Kevin Dick, what's going on?" Luo Meng asked.

Dicken Kaiwen also said quite innocently: "I don't know! But now we should find an opportunity to retreat quickly, right?"

Luo Meng had no time to think too much now and began to direct the transport team to retreat.

In order not to alert the enemy, Blanca's people came on foot, so they still had a chance to maneuver around.

When Blanca saw that the white bandit wanted to escape, she naturally would not let go of the credit and escape.

"Pursuit!"

The two sides began to shoot each other back and forth, but soon, Luo Meng's idea came to nothing.

Because the two platoons sent out by Blanca also arrived, they were going around the back after all, so the journey took a little longer.

After Blanca's men gathered together, it was no longer enough for Romon's dozens of men to deal with him. With enemies from both sides, he had no choice but to surrender.

As the winner, Blanca walked to the front of the convoy and commanded: "Lift the canvas!"

Then five carts were revealed, revealing bags of sacks. Blanca stabbed the sacks with a dagger, and then pulled out the dagger, with yellow and white flour coming out of the blade.

"That's all?"

Faced with Blanca's inquiry, Romon ignored it and just asked resentfully: "How did you discover us?"

"Haha, don't worry, it's definitely not this guy, but a gangster in their village who accidentally discovered it." As the winner, Blanca has no need to embarrass his opponent.

Di Kaiwen, who was suspected, was equally unwilling. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who betrayed me in the village? Can this officer let me know clearly?"

Blanca shook her head and said: "What you should be concerned about now is not this issue, but the consequences of what you do. You must know that the mayor of Florisbad Village is your father, and you have two elder brothers above you."

Kevin Dicken: "What I did had nothing to do with my family. It was all of my own free will."

"Why?"

"Because we are free and proud Orangemen!" Dicken said righteously.

"Haha, I hope you will be so tough in the future, but I really won't embarrass you. After all, you are just an ordinary person."

"Sir, I don't know what to call you."

"Blanca."

"Mr. Blanca, you are a conscientious Transvaal man."

"Thank you for the compliment, but we do have something wrong, but we also have to do this because of the difficulties. After all, you can't understand the feeling of a family being destroyed."