Chapter 1280 South African Storm (First update, please subscribe)

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After receiving the call from the director, both Ma Rulong and Ahu were stunned.

The two of them were stunned and stared at each other for a long time.

Ma Rulong was the first to recover.

"The director asked me to fully cooperate with you. It seems that this has nothing to do with the law."

After recovering from the shock, Ma Rulong realized that some things cannot be completely resolved by law, like the current situation.

"Then we have to make it clear first. If someone, no matter who, hears about this plan, it will sooner or later spread to the outside world, such as the media. As long as they hear the wind, they will definitely do everything they can to find out the details. By then, neither you nor I can stop them from exposing this action. So, at that time, I will definitely deny everything."

"Don't worry, we will definitely protect our own people."

Jing Zaigui said,

"You're one of ours now, too, and I have a much greater stake in this than you do."

Hearing him say this, Ma Rulong nodded.

"Okay, I will fully cooperate with you."

Now Ma Rulong even regretted it a little. He had always been reluctant to deal with the Investigation Bureau and the Security Bureau, but he had never expected that he would barge in. Not only did he have to deal with them now, he even had to cover for them.

It's not that he was willing to give them such cover, but he simply had no other choice.

In the past, he didn't think that choice was important, but after experiencing this incident, he realized that this kind of choice is the most precious thing in the world.

More than an hour later, Ma Rulong left the dock. In the car, Ah Hu asked.

"Chief Inspector, where did you say those munitions were transported to? What were they used for?"

"You know what I learned from my several encounters with the Bureau?"

Ma Rulong said,

"Just don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't say what you shouldn't say. You never know what you'll ask or say, and you don't know what kind of trouble those things will bring you. We... are just police officers?"

Ah Hu hadn't thought about these things. He pondered for a while and then said.

"I understand. I won't ask any more questions from now on."

The heavy rain was still falling. Looking at the heavy rain outside the car window, countless questions were rolling in Ma Rulong's mind. Although he didn't seem to care about the whereabouts of the arms, he could vaguely feel some kind of signal.

What kind of signal is it?

war!

Will war break out?

Ma Rulong muttered to himself, where will the war start?

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Pretoria in April is the end of summer, and the city is full of flowers. This city with lush flowers and trees has always been highly praised by the Ming Dynasty's diplomatic corps. After all, after getting used to the garden-style cities of the Ming Dynasty, they naturally like similar environments.

The Embassy of the Ming Empire in Transvaal is itself a garden. In the center of the garden is a spectacular modern "Xingxia-style building", which is modern yet retains Chinese charm.

On the rooftop platform, several officers stood on the eaves, sometimes looking into the distance, sometimes turning their heads and talking.

"...It seems that the sooner they take action, the better. As the British continue to increase their military strength, the balance of forces is developing in a direction that is unfavorable to the Boers. It is not enough to just wait for the enemy to tire themselves out and lure them deep into the territory and then attack them. They must also take the initiative to attack. Only in this way can they inflict heavy damage on the British before they are ready..."

"Indeed, things are different now."

Zhao Wenyu sighed and tapped his forehead with his finger:

"The newly appointed Lord Milner took full advantage of the discontent of the expatriates and incited 21,000 British expatriates in Transvaal to write a tearful letter of grievance and present it to Queen Victoria in early April. This letter of grievance actually paved the way for Britain to declare war. Now the British Parliament is not so much discussing related matters as waiting for the dispatch of reinforcements. Once the troops are sufficient, they will definitely declare war."

Sun Huatao nodded and said.

"In fact, once the war breaks out, this country will become an isolated island surrounded by blockades. If we stop providing aid to them or cut off the railway under pressure, then they will not get any assistance and can only rely on the resources accumulated in peacetime to cope with it. If Britain is determined enough and invests more and stronger forces, considering that the Boers have a population of only 500,000, it will be difficult for them to persist for a long time relying on their own strength."

Zhao Wenyu shook his head:

"The Empire's attitude is very clear. If a war breaks out, we will definitely support the Boers with all our strength. Even though the war has not yet broken out, the Empire has already transported tens of millions of dollars worth of weapons through various means, but this is limited to support in terms of weapons and other aspects. If we want to end the war, we still have to rely on ourselves. Only if this country gains sufficient advantages on the battlefield can we expect effective international intervention to end the war."

Song Xueqian asked back:

"Effective international intervention? Let's not talk about the fact that Britain is the world's number one power. Behind it are Germany, the United States, Italy and other allies. Once the Empire is involved, who will intervene? Moreover, the Empire's interests in Africa are extremely important. Unless the Empire is willing to break up with the Boers for them, intervention is out of the question. Don't even think about counting on France. France has no interests south of Central Africa. As for Madagascar, the British have no interest in it at all. Their reaction now is just because of the traditional confrontation between Britain and France."

Zhao Wenyu, Sun Huatao and others were silent for a while. After a while, Sun Huatao spoke.

"Either victory or destruction, the fate of this country has been determined."

Zhao Wenyu stood up and stared at the city through a telescope, staring at the capital of the Transvaal Republic. Then he put his hands behind his back and stood solemnly like a pillar.

"I don't think this country can be conquered easily."

After a slight pause, he continued.

"I live on the grasslands. I know and understand the Boers. What kind of environment do they live in? The turbulent migration, the barren grasslands, and the brutal wars with the indigenous peoples for many years have tempered their character into hardworking, frugal, and advocating the use of force. How could such a group of people easily compromise?"

Zhao Wenyu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment:

"If the intelligence is accurate and war is indeed inevitable, I am sure that the Boers will definitely adopt a preemptive strategy..."

As soon as he finished speaking, others refuted.

"How is this possible? There is such a huge gap in their strength!"

"Yeah, this is too arrogant!"

“It’s not arrogance!”

Shaking his head, Zhao Wenyu said.

"This is their only chance to survive. They can either take the initiative and inflict heavy damage on the British before they gain the upper hand, forcing them to fight back with all their might before they are ready. Then they will take the opportunity to lure the British troops to invade. At that time, they will lure the enemy deep into their territory and inflict heavy damage on the British army again..."

Zhao Wenyu picked up a cigarette, but he couldn't light it after striking three matches in succession. It was not until the fourth match was struck that he lit the cigarette and spoke.

"Only in this way can they seize the initiative in the war and force the British to return to the negotiating table!"

(End of this chapter)