Now, they began to move towards Southern Rhodesia.

After more than ten days of boring long-distance marching, Colonel Boloevich arrived at Bulawayo with his exhausted team.

Bulawayo is an important town in British Southern Rhodesia, and Bolojevic suddenly decided to occupy it. Perhaps it would be of great use to future operations, at least he could have a retreat guarantee base, which he thought so. More importantly, he needed a victory to boost his sluggish morale.

Navarro, Baggio and two other Italian-speaking soldiers were sent out for reconnaissance missions, disguised as an Italian expedition, and now they sit on a hilly city outside the city of Bulawayo, carefully observing the situation in the city.

"What did you see?" Baggio asked.

"There is a garrison in the city, and their barracks are southeast of the city." Navarro put down his telescope and marked some symbols on the paper that no one could understand.

"How many people?" Baggio seemed a little nervous.

"I can't see clearly, probably in a company, and it seems to be some black soldiers." Navarro stuffed paper and pen into his shirt pocket, "Maybe we should go into the city to take a look."

"The Colonel has sent some black men into the city, and maybe they will come out soon. We are here waiting to meet them." Baggio said that the black men sent out did not understand the local language, which was dangerous, but the guide said they had their own communication methods and did not need any language.

Sure enough, the black men came out of the city in the afternoon, and the information they were inquiring was very detailed, and the situation in the city of Bulawayo became clear. Within a nearby range of about 200 kilometers, the garrison in Bulawayo was the only military force of the British in this area. Their troops were about 300, half of them were British, and half were local natives. They had two heavy machine guns and two infantry cannons.

Navarro didn't know how these black people communicated, but it was amazing.

Bolojevic listened to his subordinates' report, thought for a while, then looked up and asked, "How is their defense system?"

"Defense system?" Navarro said, "No, nothing, Bulawayo has no walls. And the barracks only have a courtyard wall made of mud, oh, and a few rows of dirt houses."

"That thing is not even a bunker. Our artillery will turn it into flat ground within 5 minutes." Boloevich smiled. He had seen many such battles in Abyssinia.

"We will act in the early morning tomorrow!" He nodded and said to the officers under his command.

Boom! Boom boom!

Before dawn, the fierce explosion woke the British officers and soldiers who were still sleeping in the Blawayo camp, and they soon realized that they were under attack. The soldiers hurriedly put on military uniforms, grabbed their weapons and rushed out of the barracks, looking for the commander in the explosions one after another or running to the wall to prepare for battle with the enemy. A lieutenant officer ran to the two infantry cannons in the yard with a group of soldiers, hoping to use them to counterattack the enemy.

Two Maxim heavy machine guns mounted in a dirt tower roared lowly, spitting out flames and shooting at some shadows around the military camp.

In this chaos, only Major Dadley seemed a little overwhelmed. A sergeant who seemed in a mess came to him and reported to him unhappily: "Captain, we have encountered at least two thousand enemies attacks, which are regular troops. They have heavy machine guns and at least more than ten artillery pieces..."

"Oh my God, where did the regular army come from?" Major Dadley shouted, "The Boer team?!"

"It should be, Major!" the sergeant replied.

"What should we do?" Major Dadley jumped up in fear, and a shell exploded not far beside them. He shouted in panic.

The soldier rolled his eyes and said nothing. The person who gave the order should be you, asking me what I was doing!

A shell exploded on the earthen watchtower, and a huge fire ball rose up, and half of the entire watchtower collapsed. The two heavy machine guns that the British depended on in their hearts were also silent.

"Run!" someone shouted.

"We can't run away, we are surrounded!"

...

"Stop the shelling!" Boloevich stood on the hill outside the city, observing everything in front of him with satisfaction: fierce explosions, fires, smoke, and in less than ten minutes, the British Braveyo barracks were ruins, stones, burning wood and collapsed earth walls, and there were almost no intact buildings.

Before he could even hurry to order his soldiers to charge, a white flag was raised inside the barracks: a British soldier was shaking constantly with a branch carrying a white shirt.

General Kronze was ordered to come to pick up the supplies he should buy. These rifles and cannons were very important to the Boer army. He rushed to Bravajo to meet Bolojevic. The nearly 2,000 "volunteer soldiers" brought by the colonel made him even more happy.

"But, what's the use of you occupying this place?" The general looked around the dilapidated town of Bulawayo.

"Maybe, this place can be used as a logistics base." Boloevich said. What he did not say was that the Duke of Istria was not optimistic about the prospects of the Boers, and when he came, he told him to keep a retreating passage at all times.

Lieutenant Colonel Meyer was left in Bulawayo with a company, while Bolojevic led the "volunteer brigade" to Pretoria with General Cronze.

"But, what should these people do?" Mayer pointed to the more than 1,800 black porters who were left behind with him.

"We need to keep this road open," Bolojevic said.

"But, there are no weapons..." Lieutenant Colonel Mayer said.

"It will be available soon. The next batch of munitions will arrive in a month, and you have to take them there." Bolojevic interrupted Meyer's speech and led his "large force" away.

Lieutenant Colonel Mayer was going to lead the blacks back to Dar es Salaam - Port of Peace soon arrived with another group of weapons and volunteers.

Bolojevic finally met President Kruger in Pretoria. Now that the war has begun, the president seems even older and tired.

The coming new century did not bring any joy to the Boers. On the contrary, the land they depended for survival had already ignited. At this time, General Pieter Jubert, commander-in-chief of the Bundesliga army, was commanding the main force to fight fiercely with the British in Natal. The "Volunteer Brigade" led by Boloevich came at the right time.
Chapter completed!