Once the mercenaries join the battle, the situation suddenly becomes one-sided. They have been killed for life, and many have even been trained since they were teenagers.
These people have participated in almost all important European wars in the past twenty years. On the surface, the wars are completed by the army, but many dark jobs still require them to take action.
Robbery at sea, ambushes on land, assassinations in the enemy's hinterland, escorting smuggled arms, infiltration and destruction of enemy telegraph lines, they have completed too many shady tasks.
Even during a short period of peace, they would not be idle. Some expeditions had to enter the dangerous African interior and had to rely on these people to kill the savage cannibals along the way.
This is a group of warriors born for fighting. There is no concept of peace in their creed, and their short decades of life are all dedicated to war.
The military quality of these people even exceeds that of the regular army. How can these British guys who massacre civilians be their opponents? No matter in terms of shooting accuracy and frequency, they are all a bunch of scum.
Dozens of mercenaries quickly began to disperse to look for hidden objects. Two mercenaries holding Spencers occupied the corner and quickly concentrated fire. After knocking down the two British militiamen, the remaining British men quickly lay down or hid.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the enemy's firepower was suppressed, the Moorish warriors sprinted onto the street and rushed towards the hunted Irish refugees.
"Spread left and right... hide in alleys and houses... suppress fire..."
Bang bang bang... Paul and the mercenaries fired desperately to suppress the opponent's firepower. Paul and four or five other mercenaries rushed forward and hugged a few children before evacuating to the left and right.
They kicked open the closed door with a bang and threw the crying child in without hesitation. Then they rushed back into the hail of bullets and dragged the injured Irishman to death by the arm. Like a dog, he was dragged to safety.
In only three minutes, these mercenaries rescued more than a dozen trapped Irishmen. This shows how skilled these mercenaries are in their usual cooperation training. During the entire cover shooting process, the Moorish warriors did not have to worry about themselves at all. He was accidentally injured, and all the bullets in his back were avoiding him like eyes.
Only then did the British realize how powerful they were. They had never thought that the Irish could possess such firepower and skillful combat coordination. Especially the opponent's spencers, which were completely powerful tools for controlling the field. They couldn't even suppress them. Get started.
"Mercenaries... Damn it, these Irish people must have planned it in advance... Why don't those bastards in the Governor's Mansion have any intelligence..."
"The Irish are actually able to hire mercenaries. They must be organized. There must be an organization running behind them, otherwise it would be impossible to find mercenaries..."
Paul listened to the screams of the English people, with a sneer on his lips, "If you have any doubts, it's right, all I want is to confuse you...Long live the Young Ireland Party! Uprising! Dublin Uprising!"
The sincerity was to let the British hear these words, and all the mercenaries present collectively shouted, "Long live the Young Ireland Party! Long live Irish independence! Uprising! Long live independence!"
Oh, God! A chill flowed out of the British heart, he was really afraid of something.
The British are not afraid of the Irish making trouble. It doesn't matter even if hundreds of thousands of people riot. The British are worried that they have no chance to reduce the population of Ireland. If you dare to riot, they will kill you all.
Grassroots riots are destined to be short-lived, that is, it is an act of committing suicide, but forming your own political party and starting to gather the power of the Irish people to carry out organized resistance is absolutely unacceptable.
If the Irish had their own cohesive force, they would gather their wealth and their children together, they would train their own armed forces, and they would make peace with overseas forces in a planned way.
At that time, it will really become a cancer. Today, mercenaries actually appeared in Dublin, which shows that the Irish have begun to gather resources in an organized way and start taking action.
Especially the Young Ireland Party, the Irish underground party that was the most violent during the famine, was really a headache. At that time, these young thugs burned so much food in Britain and burned so many British ships.
Moreover, these people have a very good reputation among the people. They are all educated young people. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the future hope of the entire Irish community.
These educated young people bear the hopes of countless Irish people. Those poor tenants and destitute workers have little education and they do not know how to change their destiny.
When life and death are at stake, who else can you trust besides your own children?
Therefore, the underground opposition party formed by these young people can always get the most support from the Irish people. No matter how poor they are, these people soaked in bitter water can squeeze out the last copper from themselves and gather together. Support young people’s careers.
Not only money, they also dedicated their lives. Almost every riot organized by these young people could gather more than ten thousand people. During that time, the British army was so exhausted that they almost vomited blood.
Although these young people were suppressed in the end, as the most recent Irish uprising, the name of this organization is still imprinted on the hearts of the British.
"It's really them! It's really those lunatics! No wonder the confidentiality work is so good? No wonder they can find mercenaries? It turns out to be the Young Ireland Party..."
"Asking for help! Asking for help from Dublin Castle. Where is our army? What is the army doing..."
Only then did the British realize that the enemy on the opposite side was not something that militiamen like them could fight against. They curled up and hid in the corner and resisted desperately. However, although they clearly had an advantage in numbers, they were still overwhelmed by the opponent's firepower and were retreating steadily.
The Irish, who were supported by fresh troops, finally came to their senses. The citizens who had fled with their families hid behind the mercenaries. When they heard these people shouting the slogan of the Young Ireland Party, they were all dumbfounded.
"God! You really didn't abandon us. The children from back then are back. They were not killed. There are still survivors who are alive secretly..."
"We are not humble dogs, we are also God's people! Brothers, rise up and resist. We don't have muskets, we have stones and bayonets, and we still have blood!"
Most of the Irish people living in Dublin are dock and factory workers. They don't have advanced skills but they have a lot of strength. After they work hard, they are like a group of tigers.
Paul did not have so many rifles to provide them, so they went to the house to demolish the tiles. They were seen climbing on the roof one by one like gorillas. When they rushed to the British position, there was a piece of stone and jade above them.
Large pieces of tiles and bricks pushed to the wall and smashed into the British militiamen were screaming and bleeding. As long as they escaped from the hiding place, the mercenaries' precise bullets could break their skulls.
The battle situation suddenly became extremely favorable to the Irish. More than sixty mercenaries actually put up a beautiful blockade on four streets. On two of the streets, the enemy was even suppressed and kept retreating.
The remaining two streets also withstood the crazy attack of the British militia.
