"Zulu people are coming! Gather up, quickly!"
"Woo..."
Andries, a general of the Republic of the Transvaal, roared furiously—who knew how many times this had already happened that month.
This time, it was another small force from the Zulu Kingdom. They too carried firearms and, like the Ndebele people, launched attacks against the Boers.
By the time the Boers had finally assembled, a burst of horn calls sounded from across the field, and the well-trained Zulu army began to withdraw.
Andries could only watch helplessly as the Zulu army retreated. Pursue them? No one dared give that order, because those Zulu people were a crafty bunch of natives—they were surely holding back some foul trick.
Life was becoming increasingly difficult for the Boers. Above all, the pressure on national defense was growing heavier by the day. The tiny Zulu Kingdom was becoming ever more provocative, while the British stood nearby, making it difficult for the Boers to deal the Zulu Kingdom any devastating blow. Their fighting had even become more and more conservative.
The hatred between the Boers and the Zulu people had been set in stone from the moment they met. In truth, neither side had been the original master of this land. The Boers had moved north, while the Zulu people had moved south, and the two forces collided head-on in the Natal region.
The original inhabitants of the Natal region had been the Ndebele people, who were thoroughly defeated by East Africa. The Ndebele people and the Zulu people shared the same roots, but because of the Zulu Kingdom's invasion, the two sides fought a bloody battle in the Natal region.
The outcome had originally remained uncertain, but at that moment, the northbound Boers dealt the Ndebele people a fatal blow.
The northbound Boers had to confront