The war situation has reached this point, and it is difficult for even gods to make a comeback. There are only fifty-one mercenaries left out of one hundred and twenty, and basically all of them are injured.
And those Irish people who relied on their blood and courage to support themselves could no longer hold on. Although there were one or two thousand people gathered around the mercenaries at the peak, only three or four hundred people could be left now. look like.
Popular riots are always like this. They rise up based on the blood in their chests, and then retreat due to the dissipation of blood. This is a group of undisciplined and very emotional groups. If they always fight with the wind, it will be fine, but once they encounter a hard battle, it will be terrible. It's troublesome.
Morale will collapse quickly. When they can no longer see the hope of victory, their inner fear will take over, and the wave of deserters will appear uncontrollably.
This is not the most serious difficulty. What worries Pierre even more is that these Irish people have discovered that something is wrong. From the beginning of the riot to the present, although these mercenaries are under the banner of the Irish Youth Party, the surrounding people responsible for coordination Why are they all leaders of the dock union?
"What do you think these mercenaries do? How did we get involved in this in a daze? They're not just a bunch of impostors, right?"
"It makes sense. It was organized by the union from the beginning to the end. I'm not saying that the union is bad, but the Al-Shabaab is the Al-Shabaab, and the union is the union. The two things are not mutually exclusive, right?"
"That's right, even if the al-Shabaab kids were hiding behind the scenes and unwilling to show up, and were entrusted by the union to command the uprising, then the mercenaries should also be commanded by the union? Why do you feel like mercenaries are commanding the union wherever you look now? "
This question really got to the point, and everyone woke up one after another, "That's right! The mercenaries we hired to fight for us should listen to us, right? But why do we see that the battle plan is also directed by mercenaries..."
"Now that the enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered, why have we been retreating towards the port? We should divide our forces to break out at this moment, ensure that we have enough strength to gather outside the city for repairs, and then find a way to fight again. Why should we retreat to a place where we will die?"
"Let's go ask White and let him give us an answer..."
At this moment, Paul, Pierre, and White had all retreated to the port area. Paul's shirt was torn to reveal a bloody wound. Pierre was seizing the time to perform surgery, and the bloody scalpel was about to dig out the bullet. Out.
White was also covered in blood and smoke. At this moment, he was loading bullets into his pistol. There was a bloody bayonet on the floor next to him. The expression on the face of the soldier who had just killed someone was ferocious.
More than a dozen dockworkers gathered around and looked at White with vigilance in their eyes. "White! Tell us, where is the Al-Shabaab? Why haven't we seen a single member of the Al-Shabaab yet?"
"Also...who hired these mercenaries? Why did you obey their orders? Answer us..."
Hearing the doubt at this juncture, White was furious. His temper after killing someone must not be much better. He jumped up like a tiger and shouted, "What do you want to do? Question me? Three members of the union have been killed at this moment." There are more than a dozen leaders, and I am also injured... How dare you question me?"
"We are not questioning you, we are doubting them..." The troublemaker pointed at Pierre and the others, "Why can't we break out? Why should we retreat to the dead end? There is the sea behind us, do you want us to die here!"
White couldn't answer these questions because he didn't know when the Al-Shabaab men would show up, but at the fiercest moment of the fighting, what he feared most was civil strife and internal suspicion.
In troubled times, heavy codes are used, and the Irish understand this too!
The revolver in his hand was immediately aimed at the head of the leading troublemaker. "What are you talking about? During the bloody battle, do you dare to disturb the morale of the army? You want to be a deserter! It's because of you people who are greedy for life and afraid of death that Ireland has only survived for hundreds of years." Oppressed by the British! Coward..."
"We are not cowards! We just don't want to suffer casualties for no reason! We don't want to fall victim to careerists! Either you shoot, or tell the true identities of these people!"
"You can kill me, but I don't believe you can kill all your compatriots!"
"That's enough! White put down the gun!" Pierre finally dug out the bullet. "We can't fight among ourselves at this time! You want answers, I'll give you answers..."
Passing the gauze to a mercenary behind him and asking him to bandage Paul's wound, Pierre walked to the rioting crowd and said coldly, "You have the right to question, but because it involves confidentiality, I can't tell you too many details." ...But one thing is, our operation is definitely involving Al-Shabaab!"
"At this moment, Al-Shabaab's reinforcements are almost here. If you hold on for another quarter of an hour, I promise you that the reinforcements will arrive in a quarter of an hour... If not, the lives of us people are here. You can take them at any time!"
Pierre's eyes were cold to the bone, and all the Irish people did not dare to look into his eyes. For thirty seconds, the leaders of the trouble stamped their feet, "Okay, fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes, I will I’ll believe you for another fifteen minutes... Fellow Irishmen, go back and fight! If God doesn’t give us a miracle, let’s fight for it ourselves!”
White was also anxious. He picked up the bayonet from the ground and strode towards the front line. "Life or death depends now! Instead of living like a dog, it's better to fight!"
"Are there any brothers who are seriously injured or disabled? Choose a group to be death squads and use up the last batch! Your family union has raised them for you..."
At this point, there was no need to think about life and death. If we couldn't hold on, everyone would die. Those soldiers who were seriously injured and could still struggle stood up one after another.
"That's it for the rest of my life. Living like a dog is meaningless anymore...Fight with them!"
The British never expected that at the critical moment when all these rebels were about to be overwhelmed in the port area, death squads would suddenly rush out one after another from countless small alleys.
These seriously wounded soldiers squeezed out the last bit of their strength and launched a fierce attack on the enemy under the cover of the mercenaries' precise firepower. 】
They didn't run fast, and their pace wasn't flexible, but there was a feeling of dying together in their hearts!
Many suicide squad members were shot to pieces by bullets when they were halfway through, but at the last moment of their lives, they were able to invest their money.
"Damn British guys... burn them all to death!"
"Long live Ireland! Long live independence!" Sad roars echoed in the streets, and the tragic scenes deeply moved these British butchers.
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