The burning customs building collapsed, and hundreds of tons of building materials fell down, instantly creating a huge fire whirlwind. High-temperature and fierce winds spitting sparks blew out in all directions. The Irish who were hiding in hidden spots shot at the British troops. Suddenly it became a potato in the oven.
"Oh God! Ah..." The burning Irishman screamed and rushed out of the hiding spot. The British soldiers in the distance laughed excitedly, and the rifles in their hands knocked down these burning men like hunting hares.
"God bless England! God bless the Queen! Burn them to death... hahaha..." The eight hundred British troops who were gradually encircling them grinned and quickened their pace.
The defensive position was suddenly torn open by flames. Hundreds of Irish people could not bear the strong wind and chose to flee. The last bit of morale that the death squads had managed to gather completely collapsed at this moment.
"The Chinese are right, man is not as good as God. This is God's failure to help us and it is not a crime of war!" Pierre unscrewed the revolver's magazine, looked at the only bullet inside and turned around with a smile. .
"I won't give it to you. I only have one bullet left for myself. There is a place for me in the fire scene!"
"Wolf cub... big bear... you two, get here!"
What Pierre summoned were the two martyred Moorish brothers. The two mercenaries with Viking origins had just escorted Paul and Pierre back to the port area, so they did not die in the ordnance warehouse. At this moment, they were having a fierce fight with the British. Shooting.
Upon hearing Pierre's call, the two of them crouched like a snake and quickly returned to the commander's side. "Sir! What's your order?"
This is the first time that the two of them have greeted Chief Pierre instead of the boss or sir. This bloody battle has established a life-and-death brotherhood between them.
Pierre took out the cowhide-covered notebook in his pocket, put it in a waterproof bag, and stuffed it into the arms of the wolf cub. "Follow my order, break away from the battle immediately, and do whatever it takes to leave Dublin..."
"Don't go to sea. The cargo ship has no time to wait for you. You should lurk among the Irish people and find a way to survive. We will contact you after the situation calms down..."
"Or you can find a way to leave Ireland on your own, whether it is to London or Hamburg, as long as you can connect with the Chinese or Prussians, you will be safe..."
"No! Sir... the destiny of a mercenary is to complete the mission. How can there be any reason to abandon the employer and escape for one's own life? If we want to go together, we will die together!"
"Fart! When did you talk nonsense like this? You know very well what is recorded in this notebook. Do you want all of us to die in vain?"
In one sentence, the two mercenaries were stunned. What was recorded in this notebook were all the secrets that the mercenaries secretly told Pierre before going on a mission. It recorded the people they loved most and the people they most wanted the foundation to take care of after their death. people.
If the notebook is lost, all the mercenaries will really die in vain.
Paul struggled to stand up, "Take the notebook and retreat immediately after the order... See for yourselves, our ship on the sea has already sent a farewell light signal..."
"This is the moment of farewell. The probability of you two surviving with your notebook is much higher than that of us... Besides, our identities cannot be exposed. The fire scene is our cemetery..."
"Listen to the order, lurk out immediately, and wait for an opportunity to escape from Ireland... hurry up... get out..."
The two Nordic mercenaries, who had never shed tears in their lives, had their eyes red and swollen for the first time. They stuffed their notebooks into their arms, gave a military salute to their superiors, turned around and ran away into the darkness. .
Pierre and Paul smiled at each other and turned to look at the inconspicuous cargo ship on the sea. Sure enough, the light signal sent was a farewell signal. At that moment, they knew very well that the Prussian sailors had forced the Wing King to evacuate.
Yes, on that cargo ship, King Yi had lost the right to command. At the moment when the customs building completely collapsed, the Prussian sailors present unanimously believed that the situation had reached the most dangerous moment.
At this time, King Yi's order automatically retreated to second place, while Prime Minister Bismarck's order became the order with the highest level of authority.
"Sir, please go back to the cabin, we have to return... Those people can't be saved. They have been heavily surrounded by the British and can never get out again!"
"No...can you wait a little longer? It's only been ten minutes and you can't wait any longer? You are committing murder!"
No matter how angry King Wing's roar is, these sailors still have to carry out Bismarck's order. That order is very simple. When the head of the foundation is threatened by a statement, protecting his safety is the first principle. You can Discard any other conflicting commands.
This is the most dangerous moment. The mercenaries at the dock are about to be wiped out. British warships will appear on the sea at any time. If you don't leave now, you may not have a chance if you want to leave again.
Four sailors rushed forward and formed a circular human wall with their bodies, protecting King Yi within it.
King Yi pointed at the city and shouted, "How about you wait a little longer... The battlefield has changed, please look! The battlefield has really changed..."
"Boss, please stop lying to us. No matter what happens, we can't let you go. We must leave here immediately..."
"Full sail...full left rudder...let's return..."
King Yi was really crazy. He raised the telescope on his chest and looked at it carefully, then put it down, lifted it up again, put it down again... three or four times in a row, he finally couldn't restrain himself.
With a muffled sound, his shoulder hit the chest of the sailor who was blocking the road. King Yi was also a very skilled practitioner of internal martial arts. With such a rush, the soldier in front of him felt as if his chest had been hit by a leather hammer. Three steps back.
And Yi Wang rushed out, ran to the bow of the ship and pointed to a place farther away in the city, "Look! There is a fire spot in the heart! Isn't this a mutation?"
"It's really changed, it's really changed... It's the Irish Youth Party, they've taken action! They've taken action!"
Everyone present could not believe their ears. They doubtfully picked up their binoculars and looked at the dark city.
"Oh God! There is really a new fire in the southwestern city... How could there be a fire in an area where there has never been a battle?"
"Wait a minute... the direction is on the other side of the river... God, is it the direction of Dublin Castle!"
The people on the boat exclaimed that the people on the shore could not hear it. At this moment, Pierre and Paul were ready for everything, and there was a burning warehouse in front of them.
The door was like the entrance to purgatory. It was red and emitted high heat waves. As soon as they got closer, their eyebrows and hair tips were burned.
"Okay, I'll call one, two, three, and we two brothers will rush in together... Remember, you must shoot yourself before you faint. Being burned to death is not that comfortable..."
"Haha... I know... you are really verbose. When I see God, my first request is to ask him to take me to Yundun to see the upcoming battle..."
"Okay, it's all over, I'm shouting!"
"One, two, three... rush!" The two of them ran into the fire scene.
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