African Entrepreneurship Records

Chapter 793 The Caged Bird

The Indian troops are also divided into three, six or nine levels. There are many people who are related to Indian princes and nobles, and they must be brought back. These people can be said to be one of the foundations of British rule in India. If it were not for the cooperation of India's high-caste ruling class, It was simply impossible for the British to completely control the Indian region.

Of course, even if Britain did not want it, East Africa would not leave Indians to eat. Although East Africa has always been a slave country, East Africa is also a de-slavery country, and so many Indians were captured in the South African War. The opportunity to be a slave will not be left to them.

In the eyes of the East African government, British prisoners are still their "heart and soul". As for the British government, they cannot allow tens of thousands of British people to stay in East Africa. That kind of pressure is not something ordinary people can bear. This is what East Africa uses to fulfill An important guarantee of "the spoils of war".

 …

 Saint Jorge.

 As the only area in Mozambique that is still persisting in the confrontation, the temporary command post of the Western Coalition was established here.

The entire Sao Jorge is an important military fortress. Layers of solid defense lines have been established around the fortress. Various bunkers and trenches are densely covered. Allied soldiers are distributed among these bunkers and trenches.

The entire coalition position was desolate. As the war continued, the coalition soldiers had already become numb and were waiting for their final fate here.

Today is destined to be a different day. A small team came from East Africa towards São Jorge. They did not carry weapons. In addition to the East Africans, they were also followed by the British and Portuguese.

This is very easy to distinguish, because these people are wearing the military uniforms of various countries, but the sharp-eyed coalition soldiers can tell at a glance that these people are of high rank. They don't know much about the East Africans, but the British and Portuguese in the team are all He is a senior officer in the army.

Of course, even so, they felt a little nervous, because the battlefield atmosphere was very solemn due to the fighting between the main forces of the East African and coalition forces, and this sense of oppression did not give people a sense of security.

After all, waving white flags and shouting words like "traitor" is just like parading on the street, but whoever is in trouble is just a small translator.

“I am the staff officer of the General Headquarters, Baron Waltz. This time, under the orders of Earl Roberts and the entrustment of the Governor-General of Mozambique, I have important instructions and letters to convey to General Williams.”

 “Our own people, don’t shoot. We are not carrying weapons. We have important things to report to General Williams.”

Joles said: "Your Excellency, Baron, please wait a moment, I need to report your news to my superiors."

At this time, he even thought that if he was allowed to gain power in the future, he would have to hang up and beat the **** "officer" who sent him to lead the team, in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Naturally, the three-nation officer corps behind them had no idea about the psychological activities of the translator leader. They were here to recruit the Saint-Jorge garrison to surrender. They were all decent people, so it was naturally impossible for them to hold a white flag and shout shameful words into the opposite military camp.

 Looking at the calm commander, Captain Joels of the British Army had no doubts, but he still "safely relieved" several people in accordance with the procedures, after confirming that they were not carrying weapons or other dangerous items.

The translator spoke in English and Portuguese and repeated this sentence loudly to the coalition forces, but tension and fear could be seen from his trembling hands.

 After all, if someone accidentally misfires, he will definitely be the first to be shot dead by his own people. Of course, there is also a sense of shame buried under the fear.

Of course, a Portuguese translator at the front of the army was the most conspicuous presence. He held a metal loudspeaker and shouted loudly at the coalition position, holding a small white flag in his hand and waving it left and right.

 Fortunately, there were no "reckless men" in the coalition forces, and the officer corps still managed to cross the open space between the positions of the two armies and was intercepted by the British frontline commanding officers.

Baron Waltz waved his hands in boredom and said: "Go quickly, go quickly, we don't want to stay in this **** place for too long."

 …

Soon, the news of the officer corps was reported to General Williams, the supreme commander of the coalition forces in the west. "General Williams, there are people sent from the general headquarters outside saying they want to meet with us. They said they brought a letter from Earl Roberts and instructions from the Governor-General of Mozambique."

When Williams heard the news, he couldn't help but feel his heart. He said with a gloomy face: "I'm afraid the person who came here is not good!"

“General, do you mean that these people are fake East Africans?” Victor, the staff officer on the side, asked.

Williams shook his head, and then said: "That's not to say. What I mean is that the war situation may have undergone major changes, and it will be extremely unfavorable to our side. Otherwise, Commander-in-Chief Roberts would not be able to bypass the East African defense line, and the arrogant faction People come here, as for pretending to be our military personnel, East Africans will definitely not do such useless things.”

“The general means, the general headquarters!” Victor asked nervously.

Williams nodded gloomily and said, "Yes, it's just what you thought. I'm afraid the headquarters and our rear have been completely captured by East Africa."

Victor looked embarrassed and asked: "Are you sure? There are still hundreds of thousands of troops at the general staff in the rear, so they won't be so easily annihilated by East Africa in such a short time!"

 Victor did not know that Maputo and northern Mozambique had fallen, so with this information gap, he subconsciously thought it was unlikely to happen.

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter anymore. As long as we call people from outside, we can confirm the news." Williams said.

Victor nodded and said, "Then call them over!"

Soon, the officer corps arrived at the Western Allied Forces Joint Command. Williams looked at the East Africans in the officer corps, his eyes twitching. This had confirmed his suspicion.

The same is true for the people at the coalition command headquarters. A lot of important information can be seen just from the faces of a few people.

 Especially the extremely unnatural expressions on the faces of the British and Portuguese representatives were in sharp contrast to the almost irrepressible evil smile of the East African representative.

"General Williams, I am Baron Waltz. You should have seen me. This is the letter the Count asked me to hand over to you."

Williams did not speak, but directly asked his subordinates to bring the letter to him with his eyes, then opened the letter with a dagger and read it quietly.

The entire command headquarters was filled with a depressing air, making people feel chilling.

　　It has been a long time.

 A loud "Bang!" instantly woke everyone up.

Williams' right hand clenched into a fist and hit the table hard, causing blood to flow out on the dark black table.

No one dared to express their anger, even Andre, the East African officer who was holding back his laughter just now. He reorganized his facial expression. After all, he was in the enemy camp now, so he still couldn't be too arrogant.

 “Did Maputo fall too?” Williams asked.

Waltz was also taken aback just now. Now that Williams asked, he came back to his senses and said subconsciously: "Yes, now our sea route has been completely cut off, and the mainland cannot support it at all, so we surrender to the enemy. This is also our only way out. We cannot let tens of thousands of British soldiers sacrifice their lives in vain in the coming war. The overall situation has been decided and cannot be violated."

"Yes, the overall situation has been decided!" Williams sighed helplessly. If this war continues, it will be difficult for him to change. After all, he himself is also trapped in a small area in São Jorge by East Africa, just like a cage. Birds cannot break through the shackles of the cage,

 (End of this chapter)