Opening game, American Tycoon

Chapter 1268 Daming can do it, so can I (first update, please subscribe)
Rhodes is hooked!
Almost the moment Ross hung up the phone, Pearson raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a slightly weird smile.

In the past year, he has been active in London and other places.

Just for today!

If there is no reason, then create a reason, if there is no excuse, then create an excuse. In a word, he is not a war broker, but this does not prevent him from instigating a war.

Of course, this war was not provoked by him, Ross provoked it.

"God can testify that this matter has nothing to do with me!"

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with the Ming Empire, and no one can prove the role of the Ming Empire here.

Except for him……

……

Faced with the chance of success, what should people do?
That's grab it!

When Jensen stepped into the office of Cecil John Rhodes, he was holding a stack of files, including a 100-page operational report he had written, a stack of large photographs and several map.

Looking at the map and photos displayed in front of him, Ross asked.

"When you collected this information, did anyone know who you were and who you were working for?"

"Sir, no one notices this, and no one doubts it."

"Does anyone in the Transvaal know that they are involved in the collection of this information?"

"No, sir. I use ready-made archival materials, though they are very rare. But I have collected them anyway, and they are public sources."

"very good,"

Rhodes said,
"I'll read the report later, so please give me an overview first."

Jason agreed, and he walked to the map, which was the map of the Transvaal.

"You see, sir, from the map we can see that the Transvaal is a typical landlocked country without its own outlet to the sea. Of course, this is not important. The important thing is that we have huge commercial interests in the area, And the parliament in the Transvaal, the customs, the taxation, the railways, the banks...they are all squeezing us and the immigrants in the UK, we have to do something to end this problem, that's why I came up with that plan reason."

As he explained, he pulled a few photos from the file and tacked them to the board with thumbtacks. "Sir, if we want to solve the problem in the Transvaal, we must be surprised and launch a surprise attack—just like the Ming Empire's expedition to Peru."

"Car, you mean car?"

Ross stared intently at the large-scale map,
"Yes, sir, my plan is to recruit 1500 well-trained mercenaries, take 100 trucks, start from Mafuking in the northeast, and drive directly to Pretoria under the cover of night. I have done fieldwork on the route by car, and it is only 110 miles from Maftin to Pretoria, eight hours by car, and we can reach Pretoria early in the morning before the Boers react, and take Their capital, if all went well, the Boers would have lost even a chance to resist..."

Undoubtedly, this is the reason why this plan attracted Ross, how could he not be tempted?

The cost of this plan is very small, and the probability of success is very high. How could it not be high?
The Ming Empire relied on such sneak attacks to occupy one country after another. Since Daming can do it, so can he.

Of course, even the worst outcome—a failed sneak attack—could drag down the British Empire.

"What about the main roads? Are there any roads? If it's a car, it must be a road."

Jason pointed with his finger.

"There are no roads there at all, and we don't need any roads at all. I have driven a car myself. The land there is flat. Even if there is no road, our team can drive normally, at most it is speed Slower, but in most areas, even 20 mph over the prairies, if there are any obstacles, it's a few small rivers along the way, and there's only one wooden bridge over those rivers..."

"So the river will block the convoy's footsteps?"

Ross asked curiously.

Jason shrugged and said.

"It can't be stopped at all. Those rivers are not deep. Most of them are shallow rocky beaches. Our cars can pass through them. And they are far away from Boer farms. Most of the people living there are some indigenous people."

Ross changed the subject again, although his eyes never left the map.

"What about the tribes that live there?"

he asked again.And Jason answered his questions one by one.Just staring at the map in front of him for 5 minutes, he thought hard about a mountain, a golden mountain, and of course the greedy Boers, it's time to end it all.

"Yes, your plan is indeed good. Although there are some risks, who knows? What is there, no risk? Well, of course, we still have to be more cautious, and we must not let the Boers know our plan."

He... agreed!

Jason came to his senses.

"You mean... sir, are we going to carry out the plan?"

Ross didn't answer his question immediately. He walked to the window and stared at the dark night sky outside the window and the brilliant sea of ​​lights downstairs.At this time, the streets of Cape Town are lively, and the lights of street lamps and windows light up the city.

Colonial officials and businessmen, clerks and merchants, bankers and doctors, customers and shopkeepers, and of course ordinary people, what did they spend in the busy streets of Cape Town?

It's just an ordinary life, most of them have been doing nothing all their lives, and they have to wait for that moment all their lives.

death!

Yes, until the time of death, what they experience is nothing more than a wasted life.

"Yes,"

He said bluntly to Jason behind him,
"Go ahead and I'll give you everything you need."

Slipping through the back door of the office, Jensen grinned all the way down the stairs.

"I made it, I made it..."

He was talking to himself on the stairs, that is, when he was talking to himself and cheering for his success, in Ross's office, James was sitting on the sofa chatting with Ross.

"Do you think his plan can be successful?"

"The probability of success is very high, given a suitable commander,"

James thought for a moment, then said.

"Sir, the reason why I agree with this plan is for this reason. As I said before, I think the plan is likely to succeed because there is a suitable candidate. Jason... is a suitable candidate."

"No!"

Shaking his head, Ross let out a giggle.

"He is not a suitable candidate!"

As he spoke, he stared at James and said.

"I believe that you are the most suitable candidate, my friend."

Without even waiting for James to refuse, Ross said.

"You go with him to this grave, get out of Cape Town, go there. My friend, do it! You have thirty days, Mr. James, to take a country. Thirty days! We can take a country !"

(End of this chapter)