Chapter 617 Action
The official position that could be promised to Varshanu was definitely not very high, or it was possible that it was not even an official position, but just a pretext for managing people.
Now the Transvaal people are fighting against the Orange people, but in fact their manpower is even scarcer than that of the Orange people, because the Orange people are scattered in rural areas. This means that it must be very difficult for the Transvaal people to completely wipe out the Orange armed forces. After all, it is really difficult to find out which corners the Orange armed forces have hidden in.
Therefore, the Transvaal people also needed to find traitors among the Orangemen to serve as their running dogs, especially ruffians or hooligans like Valshanu, because these people usually travel in groups and do not care about their reputation.
The Transvaal people's current goal is to squeeze the living space of the Orange armed forces by controlling the villages. As long as the connection between the two is cut off, things will be much easier.
As for solving the problem once and for all, that is certainly impossible, because in addition to the support of the grassroots people, the Orangemen also have East Africa as foreign aid.
Therefore, as long as the military aid from East Africa continues, the Orangemen can continue to fight, and the existence of East Africa may even be more important. After all, the Orangemen themselves cannot produce weapons.
As if she had seen through Valshanu's thoughts, Blanca said, "Don't have too many ideas. If you choose to be a village official, you will most likely be in Florisbad, or go somewhere else to do tax work. If I were you, I would probably choose to take the money and be done with it. Although it may not be much, every penny earned is a penny earned, and the risk is also smaller."
Blanca's reminder was definitely well-intentioned, because he knew that people like Valshanu were not that bad by nature, and were fundamentally different from thugs.
But Valshanu didn't think so. Instead, he continued to ask, "If this succeeds, will Florisbad be under my control?"
Blanca saw that he was not giving up, so she stopped trying to persuade him and said, "In theory, this should be the case. After all, the son of your former village chief is suspected of collaborating with the enemy, so it is very likely that you will replace him."
Valshanu said happily: "What else is there to choose? I will be satisfied as long as I can be powerful in the village."
"Haha, aren't you afraid that the White Bandits will cause trouble to you? You know, Florisbad is now the front line and it's not very safe." Blanca asked back.
"Hey, that's nothing. No matter how powerful they are, can they be as powerful as you? But I know that you have the British backing you, sir, so the White bandits have no chance of winning." Valshanu was more confident than Blanca.
Although he was an officer in the Transvaal, it was precisely because of this that Blanca realized how difficult it was to deal with the Orangemen's armed forces.
As for Britain, it did help the Transvaal Restoration Army a lot, but it didn't have much effect. The main force was still the Transvaal people themselves, unless Britain sent more troops to the Orange Free State to control the situation.
But it is obvious that the British have no such plan now. After all, the Transvaal people are very good at using this gun, so there is no need to let their own people serve as cannon fodder unless the situation really gets out of control.
Now the Transvaal Restoration Army is clearly in an advantageous position with the funding from Britain, so the British are now sitting on the Diaoyutai State, and can completely ignore the interference factor of East Africa.
East Africa can only make some small moves in secret. As for intervening in the affairs of the Orange Free State openly, that would be no different from declaring war on Britain, and East Africa obviously does not have the courage to do so. So now that it is certain that East Africa will not intervene, there is no need for Britain to intervene personally.
Two days later.
"Captain, Di Kevin has made unusual moves, and our men have quietly followed him. What should we do now?"
"Opportunity is rare and will never come back. Gather your men immediately. We should be able to deal with a transport convoy more than enough," said Blanca.
At this time, Valshanu also said, "Captain Blanca, let me lead the way for you! After all, I am very familiar with that place."
Having been staying in the Transvaal military camp for the past two days, Valshanu was feeling suffocated, mainly because he couldn't get enough wine to drink.
As a dumping ground for industrial products in East Africa, the price of alcohol in the entire Cape Colony was also quite cheap, especially in border areas such as Florisbad, which was not far from East Africa.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, and the per capita consumption capacity of the Orange Free State is more than one level higher than that of the natives, so East Africa is very willing to do this kind of business of small profits but quick turnover, which makes the price of imported goods in the Orange Free State relatively cheap.
In fact, the Transvaal Restoration Army had a relatively sufficient supply of alcohol, mainly whiskey, but the cost of transporting it from the British mainland or the rear was too high. In addition, the army had strict management requirements for alcohol, especially for field companies led by Blanca, which often changed locations, so the supply could not be effectively connected.
Of course, there are other reasons, which involve corruption, which is not a problem that a small person like Blanca can deal with.
Not to mention Blanca, even the President of the Provisional Government of the Transvaal Republic, Pretorius the Younger, would probably have to turn a blind eye to this issue.
The British Logistics Department might be a little soft on its own people, but are the Transvaal people its own people? Of course not, so it is natural to take more. Moreover, in addition to the British manipulation, there are also many dishonest people in the Transvaal government.
This feeling of wanting to drink but not being able to enjoy it was what Valshanu could not stand the most, so he had wanted to leave the Transvaal military camp a long time ago. However, Blanca was worried that he would leak the secret, so she kept him locked up, leaving him scratching his head.
Blanca did not refuse Valshanu this time. In order not to alert the enemy, his people did not dare to go to the vicinity of Sote Pool for investigation in a high-profile manner. The main reason was that they were afraid of being discovered by Di Kevin and others. Therefore, letting Valshanu lead the way would help them avoid detours.
"Very good, when the troops are ready, you will take the lead and walk in front. If we can catch them this time, it will be a great achievement." Blanca said to Valshanu.
"Yes, sir!" Valshanu imitated Blanca and said.
Soon, Blanca's company, led by Valshanu, headed towards the Sotchi Salt Marsh.
It has to be said that Dickenwen was not on guard at all. He probably didn't expect that someone from the village would eavesdrop on him in the middle of the night and lead to the secret being leaked.
After all, Florisbad Village was a small place with very little knowledge, and Dickwin was not a professional intelligence officer, so he was easily caught by the Transvaal people.
Even if this young man was a little wary, the Transvaal Restoration Army's tracking would not have been successful this time, or they would have discovered the villain Valshanu a month earlier.
Of course, this is also related to Dickenvin's background. In the village of Florisbad, he is the son of the village chief. He is usually backed by powerful figures like his father, so he is naturally carefree in character.
If it were someone from the East African National Defense and Security Agency, the conspiracy would never be discovered by a scoundrel like Valshanu. After all, to plot loudly in the middle of the night with an oil lamp lit, an agent of the East African National Defense and Security Agency would have to have a rusty brain to do such an unreliable thing.
(End of this chapter)
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