African Entrepreneurship Record-Chapter 806 - 110: Caged Bird

The Indian troops are also divided into different classes, with many having connections to Indian princes and nobles. These people are certainly to be taken back, as they can be considered one of the foundations of British rule in India. Without the cooperation of India's high-caste ruling class, Britain could never completely control the Indian region.

Of course, even if Britain doesn't want them, East Africa won't keep Indians just to feed them for nothing. Although East Africa has always been a slave state, it is also a state moving away from slavery, and with so many Indians captured in the South African war, East Africa won't even give them a chance to become slaves.

In the eyes of the East African Government, British prisoners are still their "sweetheart." To the British government, they cannot just let tens of thousands of Brits stay in East Africa, a pressure no ordinary person can bear, and this is also an important guarantee for East Africa to realize its "spoils of war."

...

Saint George.

As the only area in Mozambique still resisting, the temporary headquarters of the Western Allies was set up here.

The entire Saint George is an important military fortress, with a solid defensive line established around it. Various bunkers and trenches are densely distributed, and allied soldiers are positioned within these bunkers and trenches.

The entire allied position is desolate. As the war goes on, allied soldiers have become numb, waiting here for their final fate.

But today is destined to be different. A squad approached Saint George from the direction of East Africa, unarmed, accompanied not only by East Africans but also by British and Portuguese.

This was very easy to distinguish, as these people wore military uniforms from various countries. Sharp-eyed allied soldiers could easily see that these people held high ranks; they weren't familiar with the East Africans, but the British and Portuguese in the squad were high-ranking officers.

Of course, the most conspicuous figure was a Portuguese interpreter at the forefront, holding a megaphone and shouting loudly toward the allied positions, waving a small white flag back and forth.

"Our own people, don't shoot, we are unarmed and have important matters to report to General Williams."

The interpreter loudly repeated this in both English and Portuguese to the allies, but his trembling hands betrayed his nervousness and fear.

After all, if a gun accidentally went off, he would surely be the first one shot by his own people. Furthermore, amidst his fear lay a sense of shame.

Waving a white flag and shouting what seemed like "traitorous" words felt like a public shaming parade, but he had no choice; he was only a minor interpreter.

At this point, he even thought about how, if he gained power in the future, he would certainly hang the bastard "officer" who sent him as the leader out to dry, to quell his inner rage.

The psychological activities of the interpreter leading the group were naturally unknown to the Three Kingdoms officers who followed. Their mission was to persuade the defenders of Saint George to surrender. As dignified people, they would never enter the enemy's camp waving a white flag and shouting shameful words.

Yet despite this, they felt somewhat nervous because the battlefield atmosphere between East Africa and the main allied forces was very tense, a sense of oppression that did not provide a sense of safety.

Fortunately, the allies weren't "reckless," and the officer group successfully crossed the no-man's land between the two armies, intercepted by a frontline British command officer.

"I am Baron Waltz, a staff member from the headquarters, delivering important orders and letters from Count Roberts and the Mozambique Governor's Mansion for General Williams."

Seeing the intimidating officer before them, British Captain Joles had no doubt, but he still followed procedures to conduct a "safety verification" on the group, confirming they were not carrying weapons or other dangerous items.

Joles said, "Baron, please wait a moment, I need to report your presence to my superiors."

Baron Waltz impatiently waved his hand, "Hurry up, hurry up, we don't want to stay in this damned place for long."

...

Soon, the officer group's message was reported to the highest commander of the Allied west, General Williams.

"General Williams, there are people outside sent from the headquarters who want to meet with us. They say they have letters from Count Roberts and instructions from the Mozambique Governor's Mansion."

Upon hearing this, Williams felt a chill in his heart and said grimly, "They can't be coming with good intentions, can they?"

"General, do you mean these people might be East Africans in disguise?" the adjutant Victor asked from the side.

Williams shook his head and said, "Not necessarily. I mean that the war situation may have undergone significant changes and is very unfavorable to us. Otherwise, Commander Roberts would never be able to bypass the East African lines and send someone here boldly. As for impersonating our personnel, East Africans surely wouldn't bother with such futile efforts."

"You mean the headquarters?" Victor asked nervously.

Williams somberly nodded, "That's right, just as you suspected, the headquarters and our rear have likely been completely conquered by East Africa."

Victor asked with a troubled expression, "Are you sure? There are still over a hundred thousand troops at the rear General Staff, it shouldn't be so easy for East Africa to wipe them out in such a short time, right?"

Victor was unaware that Maputo and northern Mozambique had already fallen, so with this information gap, he instinctively thought it unlikely.

"Whether it is or isn't, it no longer matters. We just need to bring in the people outside to confirm the news," Williams said.

Victor nodded, "Then let's call them in!"

Soon, the officer group arrived at the western Allied joint headquarters. Seeing the East Africans in the officer group, Williams' eyes twitched, confirming his suspicions.

So it was with everyone at the Allied headquarters; a lot could be inferred from the looks on their faces.

Especially the extremely unnatural expressions on the British and Portuguese representatives' faces contrasted sharply with the nearly suppressed wicked smiles of the East African representative.

"General Williams, I am Baron Waltz, you should have met me. This is a letter Count Roberts asked me to deliver to you personally."

Williams said nothing and simply signaled his subordinate with his eyes to bring the letter to him, which he quietly read after opening it with a dagger.

The atmosphere in the entire headquarters was oppressive enough to make one's skin crawl,

A long time passed.

With a loud "bang," everyone was suddenly startled.

Williams' right hand had formed a fist and slammed it hard onto the table, blood flowing on the dark tabletop.

No one dared to make a sound, even the previously smirking East African officer, Andre, rearranged his facial expression, being in enemy territory and unable to be too arrogant.

"Has Maputo fallen too?" Williams asked.

Waltz, still recovering from the earlier surprise, answered instinctively to Williams' inquiry, "Yes, now our sea routes have been completely cut off, and there is no way for the homeland to provide support, so surrendering to the enemy is our only way out. We cannot let the lives of tens of thousands of British soldiers be sacrificed in the ongoing war. The situation is set, and cannot be changed."

"Yes, the situation is set!" Williams sighed deeply with reluctance. Continuing the war, he could do nothing to change it. After all, even he was trapped within the small area of Saint George by East Africa, like a caged bird unable to break free from its constraints,