C2331 fire of revenge

"Hurry up... Fire! Fire! Destroy this building completely! "

Paul followed the first team to rush in. Seeing that Moor warrior and the rest had cleared away all the guards and police, he did not dare delay any further and immediately ordered his men to set fire to the place.

Paul was very clear that their actions this time were not really to help the Irishman uprising him. All they did was to help the leader create momentum, and their goal was to chase Benjamin down.

Therefore, this rebellion was going to be very big. However, after tonight, there would definitely be no action to further aggravate the situation. To put it bluntly, it was a thunderstorm that was less heavy.

How could he make such a big commotion? Of course, they had set a fire. In the dead of night, they would burn down Customs building and the entire grain warehouse, and the fire would burn up for a whole day and night without any problem.

The fire was big enough, how could London's Congress be more exciting? According to the plan, the debate in the Congress would start at 9 in the morning, and at that time, Gladstone and Benjamin would fight face to face.

At the most critical moment, when the Dublin teleported to London, such a big news would not be hidden and would quickly spread around the whole country.

The proud British bulls would never tolerate a rebellion in Ireland. No one would reflect on the intifada caused by their own cruel rule, and they would only seek out a scapegoat to get rid of it and then continue to suck blood from Ireland.

Pushing Benjamin onto the sacrificial altar, making him the scapegoat for the crime that a thousand men were pointing at, was naturally decided!

Doors slammed open one after another. The accounting room, the cashier's office, the archive, the registration hall … All the tables and chairs had been splashed with kerosene, tons of accounts and cashier's documents recorded the details of's customs trade over the years. If they were set on fire, the customs duties would be at least fifty to sixty million pounds.

"Damned Englishman, burn your accounts. I want to see how you'll drink blood from our bodies …" Light the fire! "

The torch swept past the pungent smell, and the red flames mixed with thick smoke rose up.

"Crush the window …" "Make the air flow, or the fire will be difficult to spread..." Paul had trained in the art of burning, so to completely burn down this kind of brick structure, it was not that simple. You had to consider the problem of air flow in the whole building.

At this moment, more and more Irish people were pouring into the building. They didn't know anything about air convection, and this angry worker only knew how to smash, smash, and rob. He only knew how to vent his hysterical emotions.

"Smash …" After smashing Englishman's customs, I will let you all prevent us from doing business. I will have you all force us to hand over our food … "

"Burn …" Burn down all the accounts! Why do you want to take our property, why do we have to eat potatoes? Why can't the Catholics participate in political negotiations! "

"The time for revenge has come! Long live independence! Long live Ireland! "

Paul saw that the fire was reaching its peak, and quickly ordered the mercenaries to withdraw. The rest of the work was left for the mob s to do, and by now, the British military camps in the north should have already begun to gather. From the broken window, Paul saw that the rich people's areas in the rich people's residences had started to light up.

Countless English people had woken up and lit up the lights in their rooms. All the people in the whole place woke up, and when they saw the fire and smoke coming out from Customs building, they were all dumbfounded.

"Did the Customs building catch fire? What about the fire brigade? and so on... Was there something wrong with this fire? Why are more than ten fire spots burning at the same time? "

Right at this moment, an incomparably mournful scream came from the streets of the Rich District. A police officer riding a bicycle sped past, "Defend..." Defending all English s... The Irish are rioting! "

"The Young Irish Party has organized another riot... Everyone in English, defend yourself! "

The women screamed until the windows were about to shatter, while the men, terrified, opened the cabinets and took out their treasured hunting rifles.

The British imposed an arms embargo on the Irish, but they would never prohibit their own people from owning weapons. On the contrary, they were even encouraging these British people to keep weapons for the sake of better domination of the land.

Men in pajamas and ridiculous woolen hats shouted with murderous weapons in their hands, "Lock the doors and let your son smash all the doors and windows with wooden planks. Don't go out until I get back!"

"It's time to let these damn Irishmen know how powerful they are. Kill all the thugs! "Going out on the streets …"

The doors of countless buildings in the Rich District opened, and murderous English began to gather on the street. Their red eyes and ears were filled with the sound of the wind in the distance, the crackling of flames, and the cries of the Irish tsunami.

At this moment, the entire Dublin, with the port as the center, had caused a commotion among the citizens of half of the city. Many of the Irishmen who stayed far away from the conflict did not even know what had happened.

They poked their heads out in large numbers. A few bold ones walked out of the room and saw a group of British men in pajamas holding weapons.

"My God! "What's going on …"

"Irishman, there are Irishmen here …"

"Isn't this John the shoemaker from Notting Street?" Sigh … "Damnable fellow, are you going to rebel as well …"

Before the shoemaker could reply, he heard a crisp sound. A ball of fire appeared from within the crowd of English and a bullet struck the shoemaker's head.

"You … How do you kill him? "

"Shut up!" The entire city was in chaos. Who would have the time to distinguish between thugs and commoners? Any Irishman on the street is suspected of rioting! "

"Kill without mercy! "Don't explain, kill without mercy …"

Crazy, these English were completely crazy, a few rational people could not change the madness of the whole group, and very quickly, these British hunters became a violent massacre.

"Attack the Customs building! "Let these damn thugs go to hell …"

There were more than a hundred crazy English gathered on the street. They had been shooting and killing Irishmen as they fled, and gradually, they were approaching the place where the fighting was fiercest.

Just as they were unrestrainedly shooting at the Irish houses on both sides of the street, something unexpected happened. The window on the second floor of the street was suddenly smashed into pieces, and then a flame came out from within.

"Revenge!" Kill this group of Englishman! Young Irish Party... "Move out!"

Sou sou sou … Five or six bottles of Molotov's cocktail s fell down from the second floor. A crisp sound came from the street as the flames started to flow along the cracks in the stone slabs. The few English s at the forefront immediately turned into flaming men.

"My God! These Irishmen had actually set up an ambush … that they could make incendiary bombs... How could they have received such military training... "

"Attack, fire! Kill them all …"