Chapter 1311: Jackal Attacks (First update, please subscribe)
Who is the common enemy?
Of course it’s the UK!
Being the boss always attracts hatred.
Moreover, Britain was a mortal enemy of the Second French Empire.
This is not due to historical reasons or conflicts of interest. It is because the British murdered their emperor. Of course, until now, this is still a secret known to only a few people, but Claude is one of them.
If the Ming Dynasty wanted to "kill the eagle and eat its meat", then France would be eager to eat its bones.
In order to get revenge, the French are of course willing to pay any price.
It's just a piece of land belonging to the French sphere of influence and is not worth mentioning at all. France's previous attitude was entirely for face. Now, for revenge, France is naturally willing to pay some price.
Of course, this does not mean that Russia does not have to pay a price. As the price for France to recognize Russia's occupation of the Juno Bay area, the Roman Empire needs to pay France 3 million gold rubles to purchase the land called "Djibouti" in another world.
After the diplomatic officials of the two countries reached a consensus in Zhongdu, the Roman Empire readily signed the contract and paid the money. For the Roman Empire, the acquisition of Juno Bay not only meant that they got an African colony, but more importantly, they got a foothold to enter the Indian Ocean. With this foothold on the east coast of Africa, they would have a transshipment base, so the Roman Empire would have a reliable port to facilitate sailing from its homeland to India and even the Pacific Ocean farther away.
This also means that the polar bear's claws have finally reached the Indian Ocean.
Although the polar bear's actions posed a threat to Britain, the British, who were deeply mired in the Anglo-Boer War, could not care less about it at the moment.
"I will do everything in my power to end this war and restore the glory of the British Empire to that land."
At the Khartoum Railway Station, Gordon, the "Conqueror of Sudan", made such a solemn statement to the officials who came to see him off.
For Gordon, who successfully conquered Sudan and suppressed the "Mahdi Uprising", he was confident enough to complete this mission.
Even as he boarded the train to Port Sudan, Gordon could not help imagining how he would become the man to wear the title "Conqueror of South Africa".
"... First, we need a lot of machine guns."
On the speeding train, Gordon spoke directly to his attendant officer Charlie.
"We need to buy at least 500 machine guns, either the Type 10 or the Maxim. With them, we will surely win the war."
Why is Gordon so confident?
Because he conquered Sudan with machine guns. Those fanatical Mahdi rebels may be fanatical, but in front of machine guns, their fanaticism is not worth mentioning at all. It can even be said that they are simply seeking death.
It is precisely because of the successful use of machine guns in Sudan that Gordon is full of confidence in machine guns.
"And there are mortars. We need more mortars..."
As Gordon plotted his conquest on the train, he didn't know that he was already on the blacklist of the South African Secret Intelligence Service.
"We must kill him!"
In the office of the South African Secret Intelligence Service in Pretoria, Wang Jingchu looked at Williams in front of him and said.
"Gordon is an extremely serious threat to your country. When he comes here, he will definitely use his experience in suppressing rebellion in Sudan in South Africa, and then he will probably deal you an unprecedented blow. Therefore, it is necessary for the Intelligence Bureau to get rid of him before he can play a role."
The South African Secret Intelligence Service was an agency established before the outbreak of the Boer War. It not only engaged in intelligence gathering, but also provided a large number of weapons to the Boers in the Cape Colony before the outbreak of the war. Now most of the Boer guerrillas in the colony are under its command.
Williams was its creator.
"I think so."
Williams nodded.
"But how are we going to get rid of him? Major, he's the Governor and it's almost impossible for him to be on the battlefield. We can't just go to Cape Town and kill that guy."
"Why not?"
Wang Jingchu said directly.
"Sir, I think we can definitely work out a plan."
…
Late at night, a figure was walking on the dim streets of Cape Town. Wearing a pair of old black leather shoes, old trousers and an open-necked shirt, Jackal looked no different from an ordinary white worker near the dock. The only difference was that he was carrying a suitcase in his hand.
Soon, he arrived in front of a building and went straight to the door of a room on the top floor. He took out the key from under the foot pad, opened the door, entered the room, and immediately locked the door.
“This is it.”
The Jackal muttered to himself as he looked out through the curtains at the dock.
Half a month ago, he was still a sniper on the front line, shooting the British on the battlefield, sending one British old man after another to see God.
And now? He had arrived in Cape Town as an ordinary man, and like many newcomers, he seemed a little down and out.
Of course, he came here not to enjoy life, but to complete a mission.
After drawing the curtains, Jackal put the suitcase on the ground. Then he took out a box from the closet. In the box was a weapon prepared for him - a Webster 100 hunting rifle. This hunting rifle produced in Beihai, Ming Dynasty is famous for its accurate shooting. When equipped with a 4x scope produced by Phoenix Optical Instruments, it can even accurately hit a target 1,000 meters away.
“This is the best rifle.”
When he picked up the rifle, he also took out a box of Brown Bear 7.5mm bullets. This kind of bullet is different from ordinary bullets. Its warhead is made of pure copper and its accuracy is much higher than ordinary bullets. It is a perfect match with the Webster 100 shotgun.
"Only two bullets are needed at most..."
Two bullets are enough. For a good hunter, two bullets are sometimes a waste. After all, when hunting, even one more bullet is a waste, especially on the South African plateau. Each bullet is expensive. Like all Boers, the Jackal has long mastered the art of shooting.
That's even why he's called "Jackal", because he's a scavenger on the grassland.
Once again, the Jackal stood by the window, staring at the harbor through the slit, and then just sat there, just like he used to hunt on the prairie, quietly waiting for his prey to appear.
(End of this chapter)
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