C2330 Night Assault Customs building

In the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries, the English even used the slogan that killing an Irishman was tantamount to killing a dog. This showed how serious the conflict between the peoples was and how cruel the war was.

In the seventeenth century, after Ke Lunweier came to power, this pious Puritan personally led an army to Ireland. In that massacre, more than four hundred thousand Irish died a violent death, and the entire Irish race only had a population of a million and a half.

The war had reduced the population by almost a third, which showed how evil English was. There were conflicts not only between colonization and colonization, there were even conflicts between sects. There had been a war between the Catholics and the Protestantism for almost a hundred years, and the continental Europe had lost a lot of blood in that era.

After Ke Lunweier's expedition, Britain's rule over Ireland reached a historical limit. Many cruel policies started from that time.

In order to settle the military arrears and the claims of the British bourgeoisie, the British Parliament confiscated and auctioned 11 million acres of Ireland's entire 20 million acres of arable land. More than half of the land had changed owners, and the Irish had suddenly turned from their former landowner class into the tenants.

The annexation of the land became more and more serious. In 1648, the Irish Catholics still owned 59% of the entire Irish land, and by 1751, they had only 5% of the entire Irish land.

The land on which they depended was taken away, and the other rights to existence were denied. They did not have the right to vote; they could not employ more than two apprentices; they could not go abroad to study; they could not apply for degrees and scholarships at universities; they could not hold public office, jurors, lawyers, or teachers; they could not attend Parliament; they could not purchase land; and even the value of their personal property was restricted; for example, they could not own horses worth more than five pounds.

How was this a national integration? This was simply a cruel punishment for the pagan.

Do you think this is the end? Let the Irish entire race become the tenants of the English and let them go? Don't be naive. The British are still waiting for their cruel ways.

Ireland was banned from exporting goods abroad, and industries, such as the once developed wool industry, were destroyed and completely reduced to agriculture. Worse, this agricultural status is even subsidiary.

In order to ensure the food supply needed for its own industrial development, the UK has taken complete control of Ireland's grain exports. Most of the barley, wheat, oats and other food has to be supplied to the UK, while Irish farmers have to rely on high-yielding and cheap potatoes.

Don't ask stupid questions about why they don't eat meatloaf. Poor Irish don't have the cash to pay taxes to the British. They have to pay taxes to the British on wheat, barley, oats, and other mainstream food.

One could imagine that only potatoes were left to eat, so the Irish were not born to eat potatoes. They were forced to do so by hunger, and they had no choice but to eat potatoes.

It was the Irish's overdependence on a single crop that made a common crop disease suddenly become the Great Famine of the island.

From this one can see the English hand, the war is only supplementary, what really kills the Irish future is the business, the layer upon layer of shackles of the commercial blockade policy, the customs is the British cut off the Irish and the world's important tool.

You Irishmen can't do business with the world alone. You can't make a single coin from the outside world, and you can't enjoy every grain or leaf from the outside world.

Poverty will completely destroy this people, make your numbers less and less, more and more marginalized, and eventually disappear completely into the river of history.

The Customs building had already become an explosive point of hatred between the Irish. Their hunger and poverty originated from here, when the mercenaries used their incendiary bombs to blast open the doors of the Customs building, the Irish who were sent out of the slums had completely gone mad.

Customs building has been ignited! The British can't stop it! Charge in! Kill all English s! "

"Long live independence! Long live Ireland! " The angry crowd rushed up like a swarm of bees and trampled their boots on the street. The entire ground began to shake.

The soldiers stationed in the Customs building only had one squad and more than ten policemen. This number was not even enough to cover the gaps in these lunatics' teeth.

Some of the guards and police did not even put on their pants when the death screams of the soldiers at the gate tower woke them up.

The dormitory was in a mess, tables and chairs were knocked down, pots were kicked over from the corner of the wall, and the soldiers looked around drowsily, "Where is the enemy?" Who is the enemy? "

"Where's my rifle? Where was the key to the ammunition box? Dammit, where did these thugs come from?

With a loud crash, a police officer whose body was covered in blood rammed into the living quarters of the soldiers. A foot-long gash had been carved into the back of his heart by a bayonet, and as soon as he entered the room, he fell to the ground.

"Quick... It's the Young Irish Party... They... "They're back …" Before he could finish his words, a large mouthful of black blood was spat out from his mouth. The congealed blood swayed on the ground like bloody tofu.

"It's them!" The soldiers had all gone mad. They no longer cared about uniforms or weapons. They just grabbed whatever they wanted and rushed out like a swarm of bees. Some of them even carried benches and rushed out.

Within the corridor, he saw a group of fully armed mercenaries. He saw the Moor warrior in the lead raise his hand and all the mercenaries behind him stopped.

"Prepare to shoot …" The Moor warrior and the other two soldiers in the front half knelt down with their guns on their shoulders. The mercenaries behind them took positions, loaded their weapons and prepared to fire.

"Fire!" The order came, pa pa pa pa … The corridor was filled with smoke as bullets were fired out in rows and rows. The shooting and loading of the bullets were done in perfect harmony with each other. The rain of bullets was so dense that not even the wind could penetrate.

The British soldiers and policemen who were rushing out from the other side were instantly swept down. The soldiers who were hit by the bullets trembled as if they had been struck by a whirlwind. The bullets shot through their chests and then left a bloody mist on their backs.

"Stop shooting... "Attack with a bayonet!"

The shining kobold created first-class sparks as it rubbed against the wall. The thick smoke of gunpowder had obstructed the achievement of the warriors, and no one was able to clearly see the situation. No one knew if there were still fish that escaped the net.

"Go to hell, you thug!" A blood-curdling scream came out from the fog, only to see a sharp knife piercing through the smoke and fog, flying straight towards Moor warrior's throat.

With a crisp dang sound, the kobold shifted the direction of the bayonet, and Moor warrior dodged the bayonet. He said with a cold smile, "If you choose to enter my heart, perhaps this blade will be able to injure me …"

"Unfortunately, you English people are too arrogant. You want to pierce through my throat? "He's overestimating himself …"

With a kacha sound, the blade split open the flesh and blood, the dark red blood splattered onto the bald head of Moor warrior, the body of the squadron leader fell onto the ground heavily.