Chapter 793: Bird in a Cage
The Indian troops were also divided into different levels. There were many guys who had connections with Indian princes and nobles, and they would definitely be taken back. These people could be said to be one of the foundations of British rule in India. If it were not for the cooperation of the Indian high-caste ruling class, Britain would never have been able to completely control the Indian region.
Of course, even if Britain didn't want it, East Africa would not keep the Indians to eat. Although East Africa has always been a slave country, it is also a deslaving country. So many Indians were captured in the South African War, and East Africa would not even give them the chance to be slaves.
In the eyes of the East African government, the British prisoners are their "darlings". For the British government, it is impossible for them to allow tens of thousands of British people to stay in East Africa. That kind of pressure is not something that ordinary people can bear. This is also an important guarantee for East Africa to cash in the "trophies".
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Saint Jorge.
As the only area in Mozambique still insisting on confrontation, the temporary command post of the Western Coalition Forces was established in this place.
The entire São Jorge is an important military fortress. Solid defense lines have been built around the fortress, with various bunkers and trenches densely covered. Allied soldiers are distributed in these bunkers and trenches.
The entire coalition position was desolate. As the war continued, the coalition soldiers had already become numb and were waiting for their final fate here.
But today is destined to be a different day. A small team is coming from East Africa towards São Jorge. They are unarmed. In addition to the East Africans, there are also British and Portuguese people following them.
This is very easy to distinguish because these people are wearing military uniforms of various countries. However, the sharp-eyed Allied soldiers can tell at a glance that these people are of high rank. They don't know much about the East Africans, but the British and Portuguese in the team are all high-ranking officers in the army.
Of course, the most conspicuous presence was a Portuguese translator at the front of the troops. He was holding a metal loudspeaker and shouting loudly at the Allied positions, waving a small white flag left and right in his hand.
"We are one, don't shoot. We are unarmed. We have something important to report to General Williams."
The translator repeated this sentence loudly to the coalition forces in both English and Portuguese, but his nervousness and fear could be seen from his shaking hands.
After all, if a gun goes off accidentally, you will definitely be the first one to be shot dead by your own people. Of course, buried beneath the fear is a sense of shame.
After all, waving a white flag and shouting words like "traitor" was just like a parade, but it was just my bad luck that I was just a small translator.
At this time, he even thought that if he gained power in the future, he would definitely hang up and beat the bastard "officer" who sent him to lead the team, only then could he relieve the hatred in his heart.
The three-nation officers behind him were naturally unaware of the translation team leader's psychological activities. They were here to persuade the defenders of São Jorge to surrender. They were all decent people, so it was naturally impossible for them to enter the opposite military camp holding a white flag and shouting shameful words.
Of course, even so they still felt a little nervous, because the atmosphere on the battlefield was very heavy due to the battle between the main forces of East Africa and the coalition forces, and this sense of oppression could not give people a sense of security.
Fortunately, there were no "reckless men" in the Allied Forces, and the officers' corps successfully crossed the open space between the two armies' positions and was intercepted by the British front-line commanding officers.
"I am Baron Waltz, a staff officer of the General Headquarters. I am here on orders from Earl Roberts and the Governor's Office of Mozambique to convey important instructions and letters to General Williams."
Looking at his superior who looked intimidating without even getting angry, Captain Joles of the British Army had no doubts, but he still performed a "safety clearance" on several people according to the procedures, after confirming that they were not carrying any weapons or other dangerous items.
Joels said, "Your Excellency the Baron, please wait a moment. I need to report your news to my superiors."
Baron Waltz waved his hands in annoyance and said, "Go, go, we don't want to stay in this damn place for too long."
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Soon, the news from the officers' corps was reported to General Williams, the supreme commander of the Union Army in the West.
"General Williams, there are people sent from the headquarters outside who want to meet with us. They said they have a letter from Earl Roberts and instructions from the Governor's Office of Mozambique."
When Williams heard the news, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He said gloomily, "I'm afraid the person who came here has bad intentions!"
"General, do you mean that this group of people are impersonating East Africans?" asked Victor, a staff officer on the side.
Williams shook his head and said, "That's not the case. What I mean is that the situation may have changed significantly, and it is extremely unfavorable to us. Otherwise, Commander-in-Chief Roberts would never have been able to bypass the East Africans' defenses and send people here in such a swagger. As for impersonating our military personnel, the East Africans would definitely not do such a useless thing."
"General, you mean the headquarters!" Victor asked nervously.
Williams nodded grimly and said, "Yes, it is just as you think. I am afraid that the headquarters and our rear have been completely captured by East Africa."
Victor asked with difficulty: "Are you sure? There are still hundreds of thousands of troops in the rear of the General Staff. It is impossible for them to be wiped out so easily by East Africa in such a short time!"
Victor didn't know that Maputo and northern Mozambique had fallen, so given this information gap, he subconsciously thought it was unlikely to happen.
"It doesn't matter whether it is true or not. As long as we call the people outside over, we can confirm the news," said Williams.
Victor nodded and said, "Then call them over!"
Soon, the officers arrived at the Western Allied Forces Joint Command. Williams looked at the East Africans in the officers' corps and his eyes twitched. This confirmed his guess.
The same is true for everyone in the coalition headquarters. A lot of important information can be seen just from the expressions of a few people.
In particular, the extremely unnatural expressions on the faces of the British and Portuguese representatives and the almost uncontrollable evil smile of the East African representative formed a sharp contrast.
"General Williams, I am Baron Waltz. You should have met me. This is the letter that the Earl asked me to hand over to you personally."
Williams did not say anything, but used his eyes to let his subordinates bring the letter to him, then he opened the letter with a dagger and read it quietly.
The entire headquarters was filled with an oppressive atmosphere that made people shudder.
A long time passed.
A loud "bang" instantly woke everyone up.
Williams clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it hard on the table, blood flowing out on the dark table.
No one dared to make a sound, even the East African officer Andre who had been trying to hold back his laughter. He adjusted his facial expression. After all, he was now in the enemy camp and could not be too arrogant.
“Has Maputo fallen, too?” Williams asked.
Waltz was also taken aback just now. When Williams asked him, he came to his senses and said subconsciously: "Yes, our sea route has been completely cut off now, and our homeland can't provide support at all, so surrendering to the enemy is our only way out. We can't let tens of thousands of British soldiers sacrifice their lives in vain in the next war. The overall situation has been decided and we can't go against it."
"Yes, the situation has been decided!" Williams sighed helplessly. If the war continued, he would not be able to change it. After all, he was trapped in the small area of São Jorge in East Africa, like a bird in a cage, unable to break free of the shackles of the cage.
(End of this chapter)
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