Modiba is still a bit clever. After being humiliated by Yaya's crowd, Modiba appeared to be submissive and secretly vowed in his heart that one day, sooner or later, he would pay back a hundred times the humiliation Yaya imposed on him today.
Of course, those who are hated by Modiba include Anton and Suo Chao, as well as all the commanders and fighters of the Northern Rhodesian Division, and even Roque.
Modiba didn't think he was wrong. After all, a soldier never tires of deceit. This is what the instructor said when Modiba was receiving training in Nyasaland. Modiba can no longer remember clearly what the instructor said.
I remember this sentence very clearly.
In the evening of the 22nd, it’s meal time.
The dinner for the teaching camp and the scouts is luncheon meat, bread, fruit, milk, and a small bottle of wine, about 100 grams, for each person.
The food for Modiba and other surrenders was much worse. Each of them only had one baobab fruit, which they picked themselves.
"The Nyasaland people are so unfair. They have meat and wine, but we have nothing -" In the tent in the corner of the camp, one of Modiba's confidants muttered while eating.
If it was just like this, it would be okay. The problem is that the officers and soldiers in the training camp do not like to eat lunch meat, so many officers and soldiers exchange lunch meat with Modiba's men for the baobab fruit.
Modiba's confidant also wanted to exchange with a sergeant in the training camp, but was rejected by the sergeant.
"Don't think so much. Compared with the rebels in the canyon, we are happy enough now. At least we still have something to eat." Modiba ate quickly, finishing the fruit in three mouthfuls, and then closed the tent door curtain.
Lift up a crack and look out.
The Northern Rhodesian Division has strict rules when camping. No matter what the circumstances, as long as it is dark, no one is allowed to leave the tent without orders from superiors. Even to use the toilet, you must stay in the tent.
This rule may seem unkind, but it is actually very necessary. During this period, the army could only rely on lights to illuminate the camps. If an accident occurred, the lights could easily ignite the tents, and then a camp roar would occur.
The camp implements light control at night to prevent accidents. If anyone wanders around the camp at this time, he will be regarded as a spy and shot to death on the spot.
"If I had known this, we might as well have gone back to the tribe." Another confidant couldn't help complaining. They followed Modiba to surrender not for the sake of reaping the fruits, but for promotion and wealth. Now they are in northern Rhodesia.
This kind of treatment in the division is not as good as in the rebels. At least among the rebels, they are very free.
It is indeed freedom. The Northern Rhodesian Division may be the most strictly regulated force in the world, but what Africans cannot stand the most is restriction.
If they are still in the rebel army, they may be dancing around the bonfire with the women they snatched. That is the favorite way of life of 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 women with snow-white skin. I want to marry a woman with snow-white skin and hire a group of Boers to help me herd cattle-" Another
An African man is ambitious, but his ideal is probably impossible to realize.
"It's impossible to go to Johannesburg. That place is already dominated by white people. I think we should go back to the tribe or go to the Congo Free State. I heard that many of us are doing well in the Congo Free State." The subordinates talked about it and finally
Someone came close to Modiba.
"Sir, let's go. Don't be bullied by the Nyasaland people here. As long as we have guns in our hands, we can go anywhere——"
Modiba looked back and saw only a pair of eyes flickering in the darkness.
Modiba felt irritated. It really didn't make any difference whether or not the lights were on in their tent. It was all pitch black and he couldn't see anything.
"Our guns have been taken away, where can we get them?" Modiba didn't want to be angry. Unfortunately, when Modiba surrendered, the Northern Rhodesian Division surrendered the weapons of Modiba and his men.
,Modiba and his men are now defenseless.
"The weapons seized during the day today are all piled up in the open space on the easternmost side of the camp. I know the place. As long as we get the guns, we can go anywhere -" Someone gave a solution.
"The path behind the camp leads directly to Saihonghong. As long as we leave the camp, the Nyasalands will never find us without our guides——"
"Maybe we can cooperate with the troops in the canyon and eat all the Nyasalans in one go. Then we can eat meat and drink wine as we please——"
"Yes, let's split up and contact other people. I want to chop off the Nyasaland man's head and use it as a chamber pot——"
The more Modiba's men talked, the more excited they became, as if they had really made a comeback and wiped out the training camp.
"No, we can't contact other people. If we want to leave, we can only leave secretly. Don't try to eat the Nyasaland people. Even if we are all tied together, we are no match -" Modiba
I'm still sane, but now I just want to run away far away.
"Then let's take action, return to the tribe, and we will kill the chief, and then you, sir, will be the chief, and we will be free and at ease." Modiba's men are still very convinced of Modiba.
"Ahem, you and Kit should be careful when you go to get weapons, take off all your clothes, don't be discovered by others -" Modiba didn't take risks, he wanted to get the weapons first.
The Nyasaland people can be considered immoral. They all wear dark clothes to blend in better with the environment.
But Modiba and the other surrenders all wore white clothes, which made them very conspicuous in the dark.
In fact, it is not difficult to solve this problem. The skin color of Africans is the best protective color. Don’t worry if the clothes are white, just take them off. Anyway, this clothes represents humiliation for Modiba.
Keke and Kit were indeed not afraid of death. They didn't seem to realize why Modiba didn't take the lead. He took off his clothes, lifted up a corner of the tent, and disappeared into the darkness with the help of the tent's shadow.
No one spoke in the tent, everyone was very nervous. Only now did Modiba realize what he had done. If Keke and Kit were accidentally captured and confessed Modiba, then Modiba would die.
It’s decided.
Yesterday, the people in Yaya beat Modiba. Modiba already knew the attitude of the Northern Rhodesian Division towards him. If given the chance, the Nyasaland people would definitely punish Modiba severely.
Shooting him directly would be considered a minor offense.
For a moment, Modiba really wanted to run away regardless.
But that's meaningless. To get ahead, Modiba still needs these subordinates. If he really wants to be a loner, Modiba doesn't know what he can do.
You can't be a robber who robs homes. Although Modiba does not resist this profession, it is obvious that he has not reached that level yet.
Only about five minutes passed, or a full half hour passed. Just when Modiba's patience had reached its limit, Keke and Kit finally came back.
Ahem, you're right, he and Kit each carry two rifles.
There is also 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 intention to kill.
The gun Keke and Kit got back was a Martini Henry, but the bullets they got back were 7.7mm caliber bullets that could only be used by Lee Enfield, which were not matching at all.
"The Nyasaland people are too cunning. They didn't put the bullets and guns together. It was hard for us to find a box of bullets -" Ahem, what a grievance. He has not received training in Nyasaland and knows how to find the bullets.
The bullets are pretty good.
Modiba endured it again and again, and finally endured it.
"Forget it, cough, you and Kit will take the lead, let's go -" Modiba must make full use of every power.
Outside the camp, a group of patrolling soldiers with torches just passed by, and he tried to get out from under the barbed wire fence beside the camp.
Danglanglanglang——
Suddenly there was a voice in the darkness, and Modiba almost lost his mind.
At this time, Modiba discovered that there were many tin lunch boxes of luncheon meat hanging on the barbed wire fence.
This damn black lunch box is hung on the black barbed wire. You can’t really see it unless you look carefully.
The Nyasaland people are so cunning. When Modiba received training in Nyasaland, the Nyasaland instructors did not teach him this knowledge.
In fact, it was not the instructors in Nyasaland who were holding back. When Modiba was being trained in Nyasaland, Rhodesia had not yet started producing luncheon meat.
"Who's there?" the patrol yelled, and someone was pulling the bolt of a gun.
"Charge, charge, charge -" At this time, there was no way out, Modiba could only charge forward.
Boom!
The patrol fired decisively.
Keke fell to the ground.
Modiba didn't bother to check Keke's injury, and held Kit still on the barbed wire fence with his backhand. Then, amidst Kit's screams, he stepped on Kit and jumped out of the barbed wire fence, and then ran as fast as he could.
"Stop!" The guard had arrived and fired immediately as he warned.
Boom!
Modiba felt his butt was bitten by something. Strangely, he felt no pain. Modiba did not dare to stop and ran towards the dark wilderness in the distance.
More patrols came over and there was loud gunfire. Modiba's men were not as agile as Modiba. They were killed one after another before they could climb out of the barbed wire, including Kit who was thrown onto the barbed wire by Modiba.
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This was a relief for Kit. There were barbs on the barbed wire fence in Nyasaland. Kit dressed gracefully in order not to be noticed. As a result, the barbs had pierced Kit's body and it was very difficult to pull them out.
You have to bring out a big piece of meat.
The Northern Rhodesian Division will definitely not waste medical resources on Kit, so Kit is dead, or it is just torture for Kit.
When the gunfire gradually subsided, Modiba had disappeared into the dark wilderness.
Looking back at the brightly lit camp, Modiba wanted to laugh.
Looking back again, Modiba found that not far from him, there were two eyes with a cold light shining in them.