Fireworks soared into the sky, and Pierre and the others sent an extremely urgent signal for help to King Yi. They also told King Yi that the mission had been largely completed.
The Wing King on the cargo ship was very aware of Paul and Pierre's ability and spirit of sacrifice. He knew that if the mission had not been completed, they would not send such a signal no matter how difficult the situation was.
"Damn it! If these Young Irish Party don't take action... then... then I will have no choice but to cut off my wrist!" With a bang, the Wing King punched a crack in the solid oak guardrail.
At this moment, King Yi was really burning inside. He knew very well that Pierre and Paul were not afraid of death. In fact, they did not really want to escape when they sent the emergency signal, but out of consideration for the overall situation.
The British should have begun to suspect that the Irish were behind it. This riot was so large-scale that no fool would believe that there was no behind-the-scenes instigator.
Now the British are definitely determined to find out who is behind it. Pierre and the others are afraid that the clues will fall into the hands of the British, so they send out an urgent signal.
King Yi understands what they mean. If he can save it, he will give it a try. If he cannot save it, then King Yi will ask him to retreat quickly and evacuate here before the British navy blocks this sea area.
You can imagine the fate of Pierre and Paul. They would not leave their whole bodies to the British. The burning fire was their destination, and the British would get nothing but a handful of ashes.
"Damn! These Young Irelanders are a bunch of scared rabbits! If they haven't taken action yet, what are they waiting for..."
Lawyer Max had already left the cargo ship. Before leaving, he took four boxes of arms, a total of sixty Remington rifles and a large number of bullets, but Max did not make a promise in the end.
King Yi knew that he also had to convince other leaders. Without these practical benefits, those people would not take the bait. However, the situation has reached this point. If the delay continues, all members of the foundation will not be able to escape. .
Do they really want to abandon Pierre and evacuate on their own? I came to Europe from Asia. When did I abandon my brothers? No, no, no... maybe from the moment Daduhe became anonymous and let a substitute die on my behalf, I was no longer the same person I used to be.
The sailors on the cargo ship are all veterans of the Navy. They have been keenly aware of the approaching danger. "Boss... we can't stay any longer. We must retreat in a quarter of an hour at most! We can feel that the British Navy has taken advantage of the night to come. Got it!"
King Yi was silent and his face was livid. Of course he knew how powerful it was. This was the British coast and it was completely the territory of the Royal Navy. With their elite level, they could set sail from the nearest naval base in no more than seventy minutes in an hour. Come to support.
Fortunately, the previous intelligence work was done well and we knew that those steam paddle-wheel battleships had been temporarily transferred away from Dublin, otherwise King Yi would not have dared to make such a big bet.
The reaction speed of a steam battleship is much faster than that of a sail battleship, and there is no need to consider wind direction and sea currents at all.
"Wait a little longer! Wait a little longer..."
"No, we must be responsible for your safety. If something happens to you, it will cause very troublesome diplomatic conflicts and political changes... Please forgive me, we not only have to obey your orders, but we also have to be responsible to our prime minister!"
These sailors are elites drawn from Prussia's limited navy. They can obey all the orders of the Foundation, even if they are asked to fight or die.
However, King Yi's orders cannot conflict with Bismarck's orders. If there is a conflict, Bismarck's orders must prevail. Bismarck's most important order is to strictly guard against death to protect King Yi's safety. This It is an insurmountable bottom line.
King Yi knew that he could not operate a sailboat by himself. He could only grit his teeth and endure the grief in his heart, watching the fire and the shouts of death getting closer and closer in the dark sky.
The sky in Dublin was completely covered by thick smoke. Even in the areas on the outskirts of the city that had not been affected by the war, people saw with their own eyes black ash falling from the sky like flakes of snow.
One-third of the city was engulfed in flames, especially in the dock area where millions of tons of grain were ignited. Thick smoke and black dust rushed tens of meters into the sky.
Pierre and the others were already locked in a bitter battle, and the eight hundred British troops had already passed the most panicked moment at the beginning. Under the iron-fisted command of Major Fell, the army of the Empire on which the sun never sets finally returned to its original appearance, stained with blood. The fangs began to pounce on these rebels, tearing off pieces of bloody flesh with every attack.
The mercenaries and Irish citizens could only rely on the buildings to fight and retreat. Fortunately, the Moorish warriors destroyed the British kerosene warehouse, which stopped the fire attack tactics. Otherwise, the British Army would burn down every house at sight. Due to Dong's crazy energy, they had already been driven into the sea at this moment.
On the street, the British troops maintained crossfire to cover their advance. The military formations moved forward steadily like a mountain bearing down on the top of a mountain. If an ambush appeared in any house, bayonet teams who dared to fight would rush in and clear it out.
Now that the mercenaries' weapons have been exhausted, they can only rely on light weapons or even cold weapons to fight the British army. However, even the most elite warriors are made of flesh and blood. When the ratio between us and the enemy reaches one to ten or more, the battle situation can only be It was a one-sided massacre.
Feier was riding on a military horse, standing in a safe area behind the team and watching the development of the battle coldly. The development of the situation in front of him made him extremely happy. His only regret was that the navy had not arrived so far. He must look back on this and take good care of it. Complain to London.
"Hmph! It has always been the navy that suppresses the army, but when it comes to emergencies, it's not our army that takes the lead! This time, at least we need to pay 30 more military expenses for the army stationed in Ireland, otherwise we really won't be able to suppress these thugs!"
Just when Major Fell was looking forward to the post-war rewards, in the dark night northeast of Dublin, the British naval warships that had received the urgent rescue telegram were already approaching. A total of two small offshore frigates were riding the wind and waves towards Dublin. Outflanked by the outer sea.
"These army idiots can't even suppress a group of Irish people? It doesn't matter if our navy comes to support... Anyway, the credit is given in vain, don't let it go in vain!"
"Accelerate... Seal the waters of Dublin Port in twenty minutes. Our sailors can also go ashore during the day tomorrow to participate in the suppression operation. Let the soldiers have a good time..."
"Long live!" Cheers suddenly rang out on the decks of the two battleships. These extremely bored sailors certainly knew what fun was.
As long as they participate in quelling the chaos, all Irish property will belong to them, and all beautiful Irish women can enjoy it as they please, and anyone who dislikes them can be executed on the spot.
Can Irish lives still tell human lives? It’s just a dog!
Note: The third update is coming.
