Chapter 330 Northern Rhodesia

Environmentally, Aden and Mauritius can be considered to be on a par, with Aden proper being able to borrow the power of the Pacifists to add fire to the current Indo-Pakistani situation. Mauritius, on the other hand, could obtain the help of French immigrants, which would contribute to the unity of the old imperialism.

But both places are easy to leave a handle, he a British India assistant commissioner, hand extended so long, will inevitably be criticized, the most important thing is to ensure the success rate. Must find trustworthy people, Mauritius and Aden colonial governor, Allen Wilson just from the telegram to recognize, and later, once pursued, the other party did not have the friendship to help cover up.

Both want all, but also want to not leave a handle, standing in the telegraph room Allen Wilson delayed to make up his mind.

“People still need to keep a point of goodwill at all times, may be able to help at any time.” Allen Wilson flipped open the translation book, the destination of the telegram was Rhodesia.

Although it is said that in the midst of the Yugoslavia incident, he took those arms of Mihajlovic, gleaned clean, almost as clean as descending to the world of man, came naked, left naked.

But it is undeniable that he saved hundreds of thousands of lives and found a good home for those Tito’s opponents.

In any case, the time gap is not too long, and there is still some love between the two sides now, isn’t there?

The Yugoslav freedmen, led by Mihajlovic, eventually settled in Northern Rhodesia, later Zambia.

After an initial period of discomfort, these opponents of Tito took hold here.

After all, this was no longer the nineteenth century, and whites were unable to penetrate deep into the interior because of Africa’s various infectious diseases.

Mihailovich and these men arrived in Africa with some help from Southern Rhodesia in the form of medicines to acclimatize to the native African environment.

The power of the native Rhodesian whites was concentrated in Southern Rhodesia, and the native whites of Southern Rhodesia had ideas about the merger of Northern and Southern Rhodesia or not. Northern Rhodesia in their eyes, barren and desolate is really not a good place.

Of course, this is compared to Southern Rhodesia, in fact, Northern Rhodesia is not barren, just not developed.

After Mihailovich stood firm, is to start trying to get rich, in the eyes of Mihailovich, most of the areas in Northern Rhodesia, fertile land, rich water resources, sparsely populated, suitable for large-scale cultivation of a variety of crops.

The population of Northern Rhodesia, with the addition of them, the Yugoslavs, now numbered a million, of which there were two hundred and fifty thousand whites of all Yugoslav nationalities, the rest being native blacks, and the Indian communities whose loyal servants followed the colonizers of the British Empire wherever they went.

Of the non-white ethnic groups that made up three-quarters of the population, Indians actually numbered only 30,000 to 40,000, less than five percent.

Into a new world, the Serbs and Croats did what Tito wanted to do but didn’t do much about.

That is, decided to live together peacefully, Serbs and Croats fought and killed over who had more and who had less in Yugoslavia, but when they got here it was completely different.

There was no going back to everyone’s homeland, and the main ethnic group here was black and held a demographic majority.

The basis for several ethnic groups to fight is gone, and with the blacks being the local majority, the ethnic conflict becomes a racial conflict.

Eastern Europe is different from Western Europe, which caught up with the colonial era and entered the modern world at least pretending to be so.

Eastern Europeans do not have so many moral burdens, after arriving in Northern Rhodesia decisively chose to warm up.

In the summer heat, there were two men lying under a tall weeping willow by the river, gossiping and watching the river with all their attention. This river, the Zambezi, can be compared to the other two great arteries of the African continent: the Nile and the Niger. Like the other two great rivers, it has its own high water levels, rapids and waterfalls.

The two are right at the junction of Northern and Southern Rhodesia, not far from nature’s natural boundary, the Victoria Falls, a section that borders the mountains and presents a magnificent landscape. The unscalable rocks, the huge piles of stones, the thick trunks of trees mercilessly mineralized by age and the inaccessible virgin old forests not cut by the axe of the colonists, surrounded by the mountains, formed a side of incomparable grandeur.

Mikhailovich leaned back in his chaise longue, his body still poised for ready action even as he rested. He moved with a cleanliness and spontaneity that showed him to be a man of great energy.

More than a year had passed since the arrival in the strange land, initially sent to Africa like goods, and the British had made the men, Mihailovic, set the terms of how much tax they would have to pay in a few years.

The Yugoslavs who arrived in Northern Rhodesia were not only penniless, but also burdened with debt.

Even necessities such as medicines provided in Southern Rhodesia had to be counted as money, but fortunately the British were not too stingy when it came to quality. After a year of sweating, large tracts of farmland appeared and the people were left with little debt.

The border between North and South Rhodesia was also becoming increasingly prosperous, with bazaars appearing to exchange the necessities of life. Not here, of course, this was a vacation spot for Mikhailovich’s idle time.

Mikhailovich was accompanied by an Englishman named William, whose calm and collected demeanor flowed from every move. No one would hesitate to ask about his origins; he is English.

The overly bourgeois clothes he wore showed that he was not yet accustomed to going out and traveling far. He looked like a city employee who had strayed into a barbaric zone, and one might have unconsciously looked to see if he had a pen clipped above one ear.

He is an employee of Mihailović’s and an English teacher; this is a British colony, English is the lingua franca, and Mihailović can’t afford not to know something about the area.

While the two men were having a chat, a figure appeared on the trail and walked quickly towards Mihailovich, “General, we have received a telegram.”

“Natovich, a telegram from somewhere.” Mikhailovich was a bit distracted, “Is it from the south?” By southerners, he meant Southern Rhodesian native whites.

“No, the telegram was sent from New Delhi. He introduced himself as Allen Wilson.” Natovich replied with a flourish, “A favor was requested in the middle of the telegram, and after confirming receipt of the telegram, the two parties were in contact.”

“Looks like I need to get back.” Mikhailovich said to the employee and honest William at his side, “This man initiated the contact, something difficult must be going on.”

With that said, Mikhailovich picked up the shotgun that was sitting right next to him, an excellent Manry gun that used conical bullets and was accurate enough to hit a wildcat or antelope at nine hundred yards.

For a hunter, it was the best hunting tool. After coming to Africa, Mikhailovich hunted from time to time, especially the African antelope, with its cinnamon-colored hair on the back, the hair covering the croup as silky smooth and crystalline as snow, and the hair on the belly interspersed with corn-colored eye-shaped spots. Its flesh is deliciously flavored, and is a perfect ingredient to use as a dinner.

As Alan Wilson’s judgment, Mihailovich is still remembering the old days, friendship will fade with time, but now apparently still in the shelf life, received a call back, one in British India, one in Northern Rhodesia, the two people across the Indian Ocean contact.

For as long as there have been colonies of the British Empire, there have been communities of Indian origin, at least in the non-white colonies there have been no exceptions. Northern Rhodesia was certainly no exception.

Alan Wilson asked Mihailovich to create an ex-Indian movement, by which he could put pressure on the restive Congress Party.

Mihajlovic was not psychologically burdened, and in his return call asked in what name the bloodletting of the Indian community would take place.

The Indians were, in terms of the colonial empire, a British colonial auxiliary force, and since British India was now going to be independent, there was no reason for them to continue to be a dominant force in the colony.

The role of the Indians was divided into four main phases, the first phase Indians counted for nothing, the British Empire treated all colonies the same, the British were the colonizers and you were the colonized. Stage 2, Britain was underpopulated after all and needed some lapdogs to help them run their colonies.

Stage 3, Germany is coming on strong, Britain and India are like brothers, who says Britain treats Indians like dogs? I eat what the dog eats, we are united to get through this.

Now it would be the fourth stage, since the Indians had to make a fuss, and now the master has no spare food, but to kill the dog.

Alan Wilson said, as an extension of the British Empire’s power, the Indians in the colonies are not too good reputation, provoking the locals to start a bloodbath against the Indian community, completely logical, said the past.

“Contact Baldridge, I need to talk to the Croatian.” Mihajlovic already had a rough plan in mind and decided to help Alan Wilson with this favor.

But as far as this matter was concerned, Mihajlovic felt that there was still a way to eat two fish in one, find a way to get the blacks to blood bath the Indian community, and Ustasha and Chetnik would then do it and bring the murderers to justice. Better yet, bury the blacks and Indians together at the same time.

In this matter, both Chetnik, a Serb, and Ustasha, a Croat, were considered to be connoisseurs in the midst of war, and only by joining forces could the two families accomplish their goal.

The leaders of the two paramilitary forces, again, thought of the old wartime practice, ethnic cleansing. Very serious plans were made to make sure things looked like blacks and Indians were killing each other.

“We don’t even need to do it ourselves.” Baldridge spoke up, “Just start a relief effort while the Indian community is under siege, the Indians should be better fighters than the blacks if they get the message, right?”

“How should I know?” Mihailovich said coldly, “Think about how the outside world will cope with the public opinion?”

“To the outside world, it’s the native blacks who oppose India as an accomplice to the colonizers. To the surviving Indians, it’s the blacks who miss their property.” Baldridge clapped his hands, “Is there anything wrong with that?”