Pierre himself was not sure that reinforcements from the Irish Youth Party would arrive in fifteen minutes, and he did not even know whether there were such reinforcements.
But he knew better that the situation was now on the verge of death. The harder he fought here, the better he could contain the British counterattack, and the chance of Yi Wang and the others escaping would be higher.
If no reinforcements arrive in fifteen minutes, there is no need for the Irish to take action. They will burn out the last bullets and throw themselves into the sea of fire, leaving no evidence to the British until their death.
Pierre and Paul, exhausted both physically and mentally, sat side by side on the ground, with several large sacks leaning against their backs. They contained either barley or oats, and there was a faint scent of grain.
Paul casually took out a handful from the crack of the sack, "Oats! It's really good quality. If sent to Prussia, it can definitely be used to brew the best beer... I really miss it, drinking a glass of cold beer." , blowing the cool summer breeze, there is no better enjoyment in life than this..."
Pierre pinched a few oats from Paul's hand, chewed them in his mouth and tasted the fragrance of the grains. "Speaking of fine wines, I still like our French wines, which exude fruity aromas and have a ruby-like color, paired with fine steaks." , It’s really delicious, but it’s a pity that I can only eat raw oats for the last meal in my life..."
The two of them smiled at each other and clinked their fists holding oats in mid-air as if they were clinking glasses. "To the last meal of our lives! To this gorgeous fireworks!"
Looking at the burning red Dublin in front of him, watching the fighting figures jumping in the firelight, and listening to the shouts of death and gunshots and explosions not far away, Paul said regretfully, "I'm afraid the Irish Youth Party will not appear... First of all Not to mention whether those people are still there, even if there are still some survivors, how strong are they?"
Pierre shook his head, "I have other judgments. The Young Ireland Party is not so easy to be destroyed. They are likely to change their faces and continue to lie dormant under other identities... These are the elites of Ireland, one of the few who have been trained." Well-educated people, the future hope of this ethnic group lies with them..."
"So they will be protected by millions of Irish people, and they will be protected very well!"
"As for them not showing up... I think they have their own considerations. After all, Britain is too powerful. It is impossible for these young people who have experienced repeated failures not to reflect on it. If I were them, I would probably choose to stay dormant to protect themselves... …”
"To be honest, if the structure of the world does not change fundamentally, if Britain does not fall from the world's number one altar, I am afraid that the Irish will never be independent..."
Paul smiled bitterly and said, "So, we will be dead in fifteen minutes?"
Pierre leaned on the sack and laughed, "Yes, you're dead!"
Hahaha... The two sat together and laughed loudly.
"Tell me... Pierre... why do you, a Frenchman, have to sacrifice your life for the Chinese? Don't forget, they want to fight your motherland?"
"You also tell me...Paul...do you think it's worth it for you, a Prussian, to sacrifice your life for the Chinese?"
"It's worth it! Of course it's worth it! If you haven't fought with these people, you have no idea how hard they fought in the Austro-Prussian War. It can be said that without the bloody battle at Stone Bridge Heights, we might not have been able to win the Austro-Prussian War. So easy…”
"We owe them something. They have shed their blood for the rise of Prussia. Don't we know how to repay it? I am not the first, and I will definitely not be the last!"
Pierre sighed and spat out the oatmeal husks in his mouth. "Yes, Prussia and the Chinese are already allies. If you sacrifice for these Chinese people, you are actually sacrificing for your own motherland in disguise... But what about me? Me?" What does this mean?"
"But I have no choice! Do you think I left the motherland because I was greedy for wealth or the beauty of an official? I had no choice but to..."
"Those corrupt officials are so evil-minded that they use me as a scapegoat. They put all the blame for their failure on my head. What if I don't leave? Did I die in vain..."
"Death is not terrible, but I can't die with a crime! I can lose my life for the motherland, but I can't lose my dignity at the same time! I will never bear the infamy, absolutely not!"
Paul looked at Pierre and sighed, "So you are determined to be an enemy of your home country? That's right, they have failed you too much..."
"No! You are wrong!" Pierre said calmly, "I have never thought of being an enemy of France. Even the head of state has never said that he wants to be an enemy of France. Our enemy is not my motherland!"
"Our enemy is only Napoleon III, only those decadent nobles, only those greedy and shameless bureaucrats... We have never regarded the kind-hearted French people as our enemies!"
"The head of state made an assertion when he was in Ryukyu that Napoleon III's rule would never last long. In the future, the rights of France must belong to the people, not to the emperor, nobles, bureaucrats, and capitalists!"
"This is the tide of the times, and I am the one who truly conforms to the tide of the times, while those in the country who block France's progress are the sinners of history!"
"No one in France has the right to judge me. Only history can judge my right and wrong!"
"It's like, no one in the entire world can judge the head of state at this moment. Only history can judge the head of state's merits and demerits!"
Words full of smoke, blood and fire were thrown out of Pierre's mouth one by one, loud and deafening! A person without a fire in his heart would never be able to say such thoughtful words.
It was not just Pierre who had a fire burning in his heart. People like Paul also shouldered the burden of the rise of the Prussian nation. He endured the severe pain in his shoulder and sat up straight.
"Hahaha... Well said, who can judge whom in this world? Who makes the laws? Except history can judge us, no one is qualified!"
"Hahaha... It's a pity that we can't see our war horses drinking on the banks of the Seine. What a pity, what a pity!"
At this moment, a huge shaking sound suddenly came from the direction of the customs building, and then half of the building collapsed.
Rumble... Fires shot into the sky, sparks shot out, and the half-timbered building was completely burned down. The entire roof sank, and the three floors were filled with people sitting one after another.
The huge impact triggered a strong fire whirlwind, and the heat waves and flames blew in all directions from the center of the collapse, and that area was the key defense area of the Irish.
"It's broken! We can't wait for fifteen minutes...the defense has failed! Brothers, get ready, let's hit the road!"
