He quickly raised his hand, signaling his warriors to regroup. The Matalebe, though fierce and skilled in close combat, were not equipped to face a well-armed, organized military force head-on, especially not one as formidable as the Votswana Colonial Army.
The leader knew they had to make a swift decision.
"Prepare to fall back!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the noise of the burning outpost and the murmurs of his men.
Suddenly, the sound of a low rumble filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. The leader of the Matalebe warriors froze, his eyes widening as he looked up at the sky. The rumble grew into a deafening roar, and then he saw them—aircraft, four of them, slicing through the sky with menacing speed.
"Take cover!" he shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the ear-splitting noise of the planes. The Matalebe warriors scrambled some diving for cover among the rocks, others standing in stunned disbelief.
