Chapter 1273 Surrender, We Surrender (Third Update, Please Subscribe)

Under the starlight, the convoy slowly drove along the road of Pretoria!

In fact, Pretoria, as the capital, has street lights, but in order to save electricity, or to save money, half of the street lights are turned off after midnight. Even the street lights that are on are a bit dim.

This made it easier for Johnson and his team to move, so that they would not be exposed to the bright light. Johnson's car was in front of the convoy. When the convoy came to the intersection, he and the others were sweating profusely, and the sweat left white marks on their faces covered with dust. At this moment, a big hole appeared in the thick clouds in the sky, and more starlight poured down from it.

In fact, even if the moon and stars were hiding behind the clouds, it would not be of much help to the operation. After all, the occasional street lights would always allow the convoy to appear unobstructed in front of everyone.

But in this quiet night, who would notice the existence of this convoy? Even if the roar of the engine echoed in the street, no one would associate the roar of the engine with war or sneak attack.

The open space in front of the presidential palace was shrouded in a hazy light under the illumination of the stars, the moon and the street lamps, so that Johnson could even see the roof of the main building of the presidential palace against the night sky hundreds of yards away. But he did not find the sentry.

Maybe the sentry is sleeping!

Johnson thought so in his heart, and when he was less than 400 yards away from the Presidential Palace, he gave the order.

"parking!"

Next we need to walk!

Just as Johnson ordered the convoy to stop, he did not notice that someone was staring at them through the window on the building on the side of the road. Behind the seemingly closed window, the cooling water cylinder of the Type 10 machine gun looked a little cold under the moonlight.

"General, they stopped!"

Four hundred yards away, at the gate of the Presidential Palace, General Smuts was observing the invaders through a telescope.

"Let's take action!"

Following Smuts' order, suddenly, a gunshot broke the silence of the night. As the flare soared into the air, a burst of intensive gunfire suddenly rang out on the street.

The Boers hiding in the rooms on the second floor on both sides of the street pulled the trigger one after another. These Boers who grew up on the grasslands were all sharpshooters. Each of their shots would take the life of a British person.

But the most deadly weapon is the machine gun!

The dense firepower from dozens of machine guns covered the entire street like raindrops.

What is going on?

When surrounded by bullets, Johnson was completely confused. He had no idea what was going on.

Probably we will never find out. The hail of bullets and the flames from machine guns from both sides of the street intertwined and instantly tore the fleeing company police in half. Many people were killed in the carriage before they even had time to get off.

There was a noise somewhere far behind them, and then the whistling sound of a flare piercing the night sky. Two seconds later, a flare exploded above them, illuminating the earth with a dazzling flame that was as bright as day.

In the light, Johnson caught a glimpse of dark shadows flashing ahead. They fanned out on both sides of the street, attacking and firing at the same time.

"Sir, there's an ambush!"

Now everyone knew that they were in an ambush, but what could they do?

They could only let the bullets hit their bodies, and many people fell in a pool of blood before they even had time to fire a shot.

In the dense rain of bullets, the wooden floor of the truck was shattered into pieces, and blood flowed like water through the gaps between the wooden boards and the bullet holes.

At this moment, Johnson heard a "bang" in the air. It was the whistling of a shell. The shell whistled down in an arc and landed on their heads. The first shell hit the center of the street directly, and the shock wave of the explosion overturned a car.

Suddenly, the flames of the explosion shot up into the sky. The flames of the explosion flashed for a moment, and dense shells fell on the street. Johnson and others who were lying on the ground looked up and watched. Even without the flares, they could see the scene clearly. Flames kept rising, illuminating the night sky. Every one or two seconds, as the shells fell on the stone slabs of the street, people were blown away in the violent explosions. In the deafening explosion, body fragments were everywhere.

The dense sound of machine guns, people's shouting and explosions rang in the night sky, and the terrified screams of those who survived by chance were drowned out by these sounds.

"No, Johnson, let's surrender, surrender..."

James, lying on the road, shouted loudly.

"White flag, white flag, raise the white flag quickly..."

At James's shout, a white flag was raised, and when the white flag was raised, the attacking Boers stopped.

"They surrender! General!"

"Order the troops to cease fire!"

Putting down the telescope, Smuts' mouth curled up slightly, then he gave an order to the major beside him.

"We must catch that Johnson. That guy... is the mastermind behind all this. We must bring him to court for trial!"

Of course the trial was merely symbolic.

After the words fell, General Smuts spoke again.

"Inform the President that the British invasion has been thwarted!"

In an instant, the whistling of bullets stopped, the roar of artillery shells disappeared, the battle was over, and those British who survived all raised their hands in panic. They looked around anxiously at the Boers.

Once upon a time, they were just like Johnson, dreaming of becoming a legend, but now? They have indeed become a legend—a legend of failure.

They lost half their men before they even saw the enemy.

how so?

Even when he became a prisoner of war, Johnson's mind was still full of doubts. What was going on?

how so?

It was clearly a surprise attack, so how did it turn into an ambush? How did the operation get leaked?

The Boers...how did they know?

"May I have your name?"

"My name is George Johnson, I am British, and I ask you to..."

Before he could finish, the soldier questioning him grabbed him and said.

"George Johnson is here! Got him!"

Soon, the news of George Johnson's capture reached General Smuts. He smiled, turned his head and said to an Asian man in dark green military uniform beside him.

"Thank you, my friend. God bless you. If it weren't for your intelligence, maybe they would have succeeded..."

(End of this chapter)