C2332 A massacre!

The history of British aggression against Ireland dates back to the twelfth century, and it is not that the Irish did not resist for more than seven hundred years, but that all resistance ended in failure.

In the days of the cold weapons these Irishmen were able to gain some advantage in the local war by their courage, but when the war entered the age of the hot weapons, all their resistance became laughable to the English because of their lack of industrial foundations.

To take the simplest example, the fact that the Irish could gather all of their weapons together to fight against the British was not as good as the Second Opium War's Zhongqing Army.

The entire Ireland was completely surrounded by the British navy. Forget about smuggling weapons, even food could not be smuggled in, and all the Irish were deprived of their political status, they did not have the right to participate in political negotiations, nor did they have the right to become a soldier.

This was actually the most important reason why the Irish uprising had failed. Many of their young people had lost their right to education because of poverty, and because of political persecution, they had even lost the right to military training.

An uprising of no culture, no military training, no weapons was a joke to the British.

On the other hand, in all the battles against Ireland in history, the British military had always used the looted land to pay their soldiers. That was to say, they didn't need the British Government to pay a penny, they simply used the Irish land to support the massacre of the Irish.

As a large number of veterans had their lands in Ireland, many families of veterans emigrated, forming a huge Irish landowner class.

With such a large group of warriors, one could imagine how far the Irish could go against them. Not to mention those wealthy merchant families, every family had large amounts of Arms and ammunition, so hunting was their military training.

The fighting strength of the entire Ireland was hundreds to thousands of times higher than that of the Irishman. This was why when the Customs building was on fire, not only was the English not afraid, she was even holding onto her spear and walking onto the street to fight.

In their hearts, they looked down on these barbarians who only knew how to grow land, and they didn't believe that these thugs could defeat the guns in their hands.

But today, they finally suffered a loss. When they saw the windows of their surroundings open and threw out bottles of Molotov's cocktail s, they realized that the enemies they met were completely different from the previous thugs.

"Combustion bomb?" "The Irish have an ambush …"

His words ignited the fear in the Englishman's heart. Although the production of incendiary bombs was simple, not everyone could master it. After all, if this weapon was used slightly inappropriately, it would burn themselves. Furthermore, the transportation of improvised incendiary bombs was very dangerous.

The fact that the enemy was so skilled in throwing incendiary bombs proved that these people had done a lot of training before the rebellion started.

"Damn it, when did the Irish learn to train? "They're going to ambush us again …"

No matter how simple the military training was, no matter how childish the ambush plan was, since they had been trained and had the previous tactics set up, it meant that the rebellion had been planned for a long time. This was definitely not a simple rebellion.

Behind the appearances lay the truth that the English feared, and they realized that the Irish were coming, that a group of people had already begun to organize themselves behind the loose masses.

Any kind of power is afraid of getting organized. Once the organization is formed, the collective explosive force will be activated, and the destructive force will increase exponentially.

"Damn it!" We can't let these Irishmen get away with this... English stood up! Fight back, if we don't completely destroy these Irish Organizer today, we won't have a peaceful day in the future! "

It had to be said that at the moment, Britain still had a high national quality. At that moment, only the descendants of veterans and educated, wealthy merchants dared to fight on the streets, because they had a broader range of vision and better quality. Most importantly, they had the pride of the British Empire in their hearts.

They would never allow the Irish to challenge their honor!

The who was at the very front raised his arm, and all the people who were following him understood. "Fight! Charge! Suppressing these thugs... Kill all the Organizer behind the scenes! "

After the initial panic, these English s rushed through the sea of flames and smashed open many doors. When their figures rushed into the room, the sounds of gunfire were as loud as fried beans.

Pah pah pah … The bullets shattered the glass windows and flew out into the street. Miserable screams filled the air. There were even burning bottles shattered in the middle of the room. Flames immediately filled the entire house.

Irishman's corpses were tossed out of the window one by one. After all, they didn't have guns, so in a melee battle, they couldn't just rely on the Molotov Burns.

The British started to sweep the streets one by one. The ambush organized by the underground labor unions on the wharf was destroyed one by one. In the end, some members of the labor unions were tied up to their throats and hung to death on the windows on the second floor.

Even more unfortunate were the ordinary Irish citizens. After the British and the red-eyed people killed, they no longer cared about the women, children, and children. Any Irish room on the street was treated as a threat.

Doors were smashed open one after another. The screaming women and children were killed by the bullets and picked to death by the bayonets, especially the men.

The situation expanded at once, and many Irish families who had not participated in the uprising began to abandon their homes and flee the streets of the old and young Irish, in the opposite direction of the British.

By now there were six or seven hundred armed Englishmen gathered on the four avenues leading to the docks, and more than two thousand Irishmen had fled.

When Paul met with these British people, the scene in front of him shocked him!

There was no end to the street, and the ground was littered with bodies, more than two hundred Englishmen fifty meters away, shooting at the fleeing Irishmen.

How was this a battle? This was a one-sided hunting. The screaming child was knocked down to the ground by the bullets like a little rabbit. The crying women and children couldn't be pitied either. What welcomed her was only the sharp glint of a bayonet.

The remaining Irishmen also organized small scale counterattacks, but how could ordinary citizens with daggers and wooden clubs be a match for these fully armed killers? Basically, all of them were exterminated with a single charge.

"My God! The rebellion has just begun, and these English have not even officially opened fire with us, yet they have already started massacring the Irish? "

"It's just as the rumors say, English has always treated these Irishmen as dogs … No no no, they're not even comparable to dogs! "

Thinking about that, Paul shouted loudly, "Scatter! Protect the fleeing citizens... Long live Ireland! Long live independence! "

Pah pah pah … A line of gunfire and bullets rained down on the enemy!