Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1229

It was not easy for Mr. Johnson, probably because he was frightened a lot by the Ottomans. When he saw Fan Yao, he suddenly broke down emotionally. The next gasp fully proved the intensity of Mr. Johnson's mood swings.

"I, I just want to collect a tax - I just want to complete the task, I really don't want to drive people to death - I really don't have money, I don't have money to negotiate, and I don't want to deduct people directly - I have to be locked up there In the dark room, I prayed countless times to God to give me some instructions to rescue me from the dark abyss—" Fan Yaoyue heard more and more wrongly, and continued to ask Mr. Johnson to continue, and it was estimated that the next part would be a melodious aria.

With an artistic accomplishment, why not try to impress those Ottomans?

Maybe the Ottomans will be moved by art without waiting for the peacekeeping force, and the matter can be resolved peacefully.

"Okay, everything is over, Mr. Johnson, now we have to have a good talk with this—er—Mr. Mohammad." Fan Yao tried his best to comfort Mr. Johnson. Fan Yao's psychological endurance cannot be used to measure Jonson.

Mr. Mohammed was still prepared, and brought three strong Ottomans into the mayor's office to negotiate with Mr. Johnson.

In fact, the mayor's office is the mayor's home. On the Asia Minor peninsula, the mayor does not have a fixed office. They are all elected by the township itself. Just like the sheriff in southern Africa, they are not appointed by the federal government.

The mayor of Whitley Town is called Ibrahim. When the residents of the town besieged the mayor's office, Ibrahim had been persuading the residents of the town not to be impulsive and try to solve the problem peacefully.

Ibrahim's persuasion is still very effective, otherwise the gaffe may evolve to an unacceptable level, and even if Fan Yao leads the reinforcements to come over, these Frenchmen will not be able to save them.

"Mr. Lieutenant, we can't negotiate with these Ottomans. According to my experience, if we make concessions, they will make progress, and eventually the situation in this area will continue to deteriorate--" Captain Gallup's military rank is higher than Fan Yao, but they are not A system where rank doesn't determine everything.

If it's in southern Africa, it's really crushing people at the top level.

The ranks of the Southern African army are clearly defined. Soldiers with higher ranks have unquestionable decision-making power over junior officers. Even if the orders of superior officers are out of date, junior officers must carry them out. Otherwise, they will be disobeying military orders and going to court-martial.

"Captain, the most important thing for us now is to get out of the body, and then hand over the problem to our superiors. 250 francs is indeed a bit high. If they are forced to death, they will not be able to take it out." Fan Yao felt that the French's eating habits were really bad It's too ugly, and the taxation should be within the appropriate range, and it should not exceed the affordability of the Ottomans.

The Ottomans, who had experienced the World War, were indeed unable to pay taxes in full as required by the French. The Asia Minor peninsula suffered numerous raids during the World War, and the height of the sky was not too much.

The French did not bring a stable life to the Ottomans, but tried to collect more money regardless of the situation of the Ottomans, which would definitely arouse strong resistance from the Ottomans.

Fan Yao believes that it is not just Whitley, but the situation in other areas of the French Mandate must be the same.

"You mean to make concessions to these Ottomans? Impossible, absolutely impossible." Captain Gallup probably didn't understand the truth that water can carry a boat or capsize it. A detachment of peacekeeping troops brought by Fan Yao gave Gai Captain Luopu is confident, with more than 40 people against more than 100 people, the odds of winning are much better than six people against more than 100 people.

"If you don't give in, my people and I will turn around and leave now." Fan Yao was blunt, don't be ashamed.

"You—you—" Captain Gallup never expected Fan Yao to be so decisive.

Negotiations began quickly, and Muhammad was very firm. He asked the French government to cancel the poll tax on the town of Whitley and promised not to collect taxes in the future, so that Muhammad would allow Jonson and Gallup to The captain leaves.

Oh, and now the troops brought by Fan Yao are added.

The troops brought by Fan Yao gave Jonsson more confidence. Jonsson asked Muhammad to prepare enough taxes within three days, so Jonsson could forget what happened today.

Fan Yao and Gallup watched coldly, but they had different ideas. Fan Yao wanted to solve this problem as soon as possible, while Gallup wanted to use Fan Yao's troops to establish the authority of the French government in the mandated territory.

"Gentlemen, let's be realistic, okay, Mr. Johnson, you have to know that the residents of Whitley Town can't afford the 250 francs poll tax, Mr. Mohammed, you have to understand that it's not up to Johnson to collect the tax. It was decided by Mr. You seem to have the upper hand now, but you are actually in danger. Your behavior has broken the bottom line. Next time Mr. Johnson comes back, he will not bring only six people with him." Because of the conflict, Fan Yao didn't care about the life and death of Jonson and Muhammad.

"It's only 250 francs, it's not too much—" Why doesn't Jonson eat minced meat? 250 francs may not be much for Jonson, but it is indeed a huge sum of money for the residents of Whitley Town.

"We are not afraid. No matter who it is, don't try to interfere in our lives." Muhammad is also stubborn, and doesn't care about the death of jade and stone.

"Very well, you can go ahead with this, but I think I have to leave. Before dark, my children and I have to return to the camp." Fan Yao was impatient, both sides were full of oil and salt, and neither was Fan Yao Clay Bodhisattva has a temper.

Seeing that Fan Yao was about to lift the table, Jonson and Muhammad were immediately dumbfounded, and Captain Gallup, who had been watching coldly, was caught off guard.

"Talk slowly, I hope you can reach a tacit understanding." Fan Yao really wanted to leave. Since the contradictions cannot be reconciled, strength determines everything.

Seeing Fan Yao walk out of the house, Johnson and Muhammad gritted their teeth and refused to back down.

As a result, Fan Yao couldn't leave yet. The residents of Whitley town refused to let the peacekeeping troops leave, claiming that if they didn't come up with a perfect solution now, no one would even think about leaving.

Fan Yao himself didn't speak, but Sergey took the initiative to stand up.

"I'll only give you one minute to disperse all of you immediately, or you will bear the consequences!" Sergey said murderously. His automatic rifle uses a 1-round magazine. If he shoots, the effective killing range can cover the entire Whitley. Small town included.

The Cossacks are also well-trained now. As soon as Sergey's words fell, they all pulled out their bayonets and inserted them into their rifles, relying on the mayor's office to form a semicircular defense line, and they still used the three-stage shooting mode.

Three-stage shooting is a tactic in the era of musket guns. Because the reloading time of rifles is too long, soldiers are arranged in three rows. When one row shoots, the other two rows reload. The curtain is continuous, causing continuous damage to the enemy.

In the era of magazine-style rifles, three-stage shooting has basically been eliminated, but this dense formation of bayonets can still pose a huge threat to unorganized civilians.

"30 seconds!" Sergey said loudly.

Fan Yao stood in the corridor of the mayor's office with gloomy eyes. His rifle was still on his shoulder, but the pistol at his waist had been holstered silently.

"Sir, we can continue talking." Muhammad first conceded, and we will talk about it later. If the Cossacks in front of us shoot, the residents of Whitley Town will be in bad luck.

"What are you talking about? You are all right. I shouldn't be here at all." Fan Yao didn't want to talk about it, so soldiers should speak with their fists. The negotiating table is the position of politicians.

"Fan, don't do this, let's start over." Jonson didn't want the situation to escalate, and getting money was his only goal.

Fan Yao finally achieved his goal. If possible, Fan Yao would not want to meet in battle.

If the negotiations can continue, then the matter may be resolved satisfactorily.

But at this moment, a resident of Whitley Town may not be able to control his anger, and suddenly pulled the trigger in his hand——

Bah!

A burst of thick smoke suddenly came out from the muzzle of the Manshali rifle, and a Cossack was hit at close range. The bullet's momentum remained undiminished, passing through the first Cossack and hitting the No.2 soldier again.

The soldiers did not hesitate to fight back with their guns.

Bah!

The Ottoman who fired rashly was shot in the head.

Boom!Bah bah bah!blah blah——

More gunshots rang out like cannonballs, and more than half of the Cossacks had hit Lee Enfield's limit state. After the bullets in the magazine were shot out in a short time, the Cossacks had no time to reload, and they pulled out their pistols for another burst. Save shot.

At such a short distance, there is absolutely no reason to hit the air.

The first Whitley resident to shoot, whether the rifle used bullets or filled with black powder, he only had time to fire a shot, and he was directly knocked to the ground by the intensive shooting.

Then more Ottomans fell. More than 100 soldiers had almost no room to resist for more than 40 soldiers. The lucky one who passed the first round of shooting didn't react at all, and stood there in a daze, at a loss.

This is really a result that no one wants.

"Asshole, look at what you have done, Pearl—" By the time Muhammad reacted, the gunshots had gradually faded away.

"Bastard, go to hell!" Captain Gallup pulled out his pistol, pressed the trigger on Muhammad's head in a close-range execution.

The few people behind Muhammad had just reacted when they were stabbed into the body by more than a dozen bayonets at the same time.

Fan Yao closed his eyes in pain, this result was not what Fan Yao wanted.

ps: Brother who invited me to Chengdu to take a boat, I thank you--the words in the last chapter are really meaningless, I know that brothers in some places have suffered disasters, and I feel deeply, but you are terrible The most important thing is the flood, I have a high temperature of more than 38 degrees for more than ten consecutive days, and the air conditioner is exhausted——

(End of this chapter)