The person at the forefront now is the Prussian Paul, the intelligence officer who once escorted Xiao Letian on his secret visit to Europe. At this moment, his left arm was shot, and blood was flowing out. The Moorish soldiers were urgently bandaging it with gauze.
"Sir, please withdraw and go to the warehouse area to join the follow-up troops. We are here to resist. Don't worry, the retreat time will not be delayed..."
"Fart! This is a battlefield. I have never learned the lesson of being a deserter! Get out of here and fight to stop the British attack..."
The two quarreled fiercely, but just outside the corner where they were hiding, more than 150 meters across the street, more than a hundred British troops were taking turns to cover and press over.
No matter how elite the mercenaries were, their numbers were too small. There was no problem in abusing the British militia, but in ten minutes the situation suddenly changed.
The war in the port has been burning for thirty minutes. Even if the British garrison in Dublin Castle are deaf and blind, they should have finished gathering by now.
A total of 800 British Army troops are stationed in Dublin Castle, which is the regular army closest to the conflict site, while other garrisons are outside the city, totaling more than 3,000 people.
When the fire broke out in the port and the shouts of killing shook the sky, the old guard of Dublin Castle was also awakened. Unfortunately, the British always relied on the navy to recruit the army, and the garrison here in Ireland was not considered an elite force, so the reaction was somewhat slow.
The chaotic garrison had not received several nighttime emergency gathering trainings at all. The entire military camp was in chaos. Either they could not find their belts or their pants. The sleepy soldiers even subconsciously reached for their toothbrushes.
The squad leader angrily went up and whipped his riding whip, which woke up the soldiers who were sitting in their sweet dreams.
The soldiers were in chaos, and the officers were no better. At the critical moment, Major Fell, the top commander of Dublin Fort, could not find his men. The sergeant in charge of the keys to the ammunition depot was nowhere to be found after searching the entire fort. The furious Major Fehr arrested all the people in the sergeant's dormitory, and after everyone had his hair braided, he knew the truth.
It turned out that the sergeant had an old sweetheart outside the castle. Since he was a veteran in the military camp and was responsible for leisure work such as the weapons depot, he often sneaked out to pick up women in the middle of the night.
"God! Have so many years of peace softened your bones? This is Ireland, and more than two million people hate us. You actually ignore military regulations so much!"
"Catch it back, catch it back immediately..."
After another ten minutes wasted, the disheveled sergeant was carried in by the soldiers. At this moment, more than 800 army soldiers had gathered on the playground. The major looked at the bewildered troops in front of him and couldn't help but Extremely sad.
"Look at what you look like! Are these still the armies of the Empire on which the sun never sets? The city outside is burning, our people are dying, and the Irish thugs are rebelling beyond their ability!"
"But look at you... you don't even have the slightest momentum to face the battle! Some people actually dare to leave the barracks privately to find a woman?"
"Did you get the key? Did you get the ledger back? Very good... someone is here! Shoot him!"
"Ah! Sir... don't kill me, I don't deserve to die! I just sneaked out of the military camp, we didn't commit a capital crime!"
"Shut up! This is war time. Do you understand that this is war? Anyone who disturbs the morale of the army and breaks military discipline will be killed! Just shoot him here!"
Without giving the sergeant any more chance to explain, the major's orderly took action himself. Two of them held the sergeant's arms, and one shot him in the back of the head. There was only a dull sound as the bullet entered the back of the head and hit him directly. The Tianling lid, which was as big as the mouth of a bowl, was broken into pieces, and red and white sprayed all over the floor.
Such a bloody scene shocked these soldiers who had forgotten what the war looked like. It was not until this moment that they woke up from their dazed sleep. Looking at the flames rising into the sky at the distant port, they finally realized that the war was already around them. .
"Everyone carries double the base amount of ammunition and sets out to suppress the rebellion...Kill all the Irish people on the street, men, women, old and young..."
"Suppress this rebellion as quickly as possible. I want to see that Dublin still has order in the morning! Cheer up and fight like a warrior of the empire!"
"Let's go!" The major mounted his horse and began to direct the troops to receive weapons and ammunition. Brass bullets were stuffed into the armed belts outside the military uniforms. At this time, the British army had popularized the Enfield improved rifle with metal bullets in the country. In terms of overall combat performance, it is no less than the Prussian Mauser.
The eight hundred British troops prepared for war as quickly as possible in their lives. The sergeant's body was hung at the gate of the castle. The smell of blood stimulated every soldier.
Soon the combat plan was distributed to every company commander, and the earth-shattering sound of running suddenly sounded on the streets of Dublin.
It was only after Major Fell entered the main city that he realized the scale of the riot. The customs building in the telescope was completely red, and thick smoke was billowing over the harbor. One-third of the area covered by the fire had been covered.
The streets were full of fleeing citizens. What surprised the soldiers most was that most of these fleeing citizens were British.
"God! Where are your men? Why are you being asked to leave home? How dangerous it is out there!"
"God bless you, you are here. The Irish are crazy. I don't know what happened to those dirty potatoes. The fighting power has skyrocketed. Several blocks have been lost..."
Major Fell couldn't believe his ears. Is this still the island of Ireland ruled by the Queen? Those British people who have a cabinet of weapons hidden in their homes. The weapons are even more sophisticated than the army. When have they ever been afraid of the Irish?
Why are these British garrisons so lazy? Because they had never paid attention to the Irish, they were surprised that militiamen with widespread guns were enough to suppress a medium-sized rebellion. The role of the army was actually to finish it off.
But today, these red-coated soldiers saw a completely different scene. All the people running away on the street were British, but not a single Irishman could be seen.
What are the Irish doing? It wasn't until they approached the main battlefield that they saw the reality clearly. Almost all the Irish in the city were charging towards the most intense fighting place, and the British militia was already locked in a bitter battle.
The four main streets leading to the Customs House and the dock area were now in chaos, with countless Irish people climbing on the roofs and throwing tiles and bricks down.
In the dark alley, the British people screamed and screamed at the flying stones. Every time these surrounded British militiamen tried to counterattack, they were suppressed by the intensive firepower of the mercenaries directly opposite.
The miserable British militiamen abandoned their corpses as they retreated, and the corpses were displayed in random directions on the street.
"Oh God! Is this hell? Brave soldiers, punish these thugs! Kill without mercy!" The eyes of the major on the war horse burst into flames with anger. His eight hundred soldiers immediately divided into four groups and marched from the four streets. They marched hand in hand towards the mercenaries and the Irish.
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