C2334 Irish Fire

"Quick, quick, quick..." To set fire to, to find anything that can set fire to... Burn away all the food, and not a single grain of wheat can be left for Englishman … "

Pierre stood on top of a high pile of wooden crates and commanded his mercenaries to start burning the entire warehouse area's grain. Barrel after bucket of kerosene was poured onto the mountains of wheat, barley, and oats.

The collar and collar that reared the live cattle and live sheep were also smashed open. The savage mercenary fiercely stabbed down with his bayonet, causing the cows and sheep to scream in pain as they ran frantically. The mercenary's torch also forced the large animal to run towards the direction of the sea.

This was what a flock of sheep called the effect of sheep. In the darkness, cattle and sheep who were frightened by bayonets and torches could not tell where they were going. The head sheep and the head cattle jumped into the sea, and the sea was filled with animals that were crackling like dumplings.

large animal like cattle and sheep were originally not good at swimming, and might be able to swim for a while in the shallow river-ditches. However, once they reached the endless ocean, the only outcome waiting for them was death.

Killing and arson were commonplace tasks for mercenaries, not to mention killing large animal s. They directly drowned in the sea, saved energy and ammunition, and not long after, the sea was covered in a layer of corpses.

Looking at the efficient destruction done by the mercenaries under his command, Pierre could not smile at all. He was willing to do it very simply because this warehouse was really too big and the number of soldiers he could use was too few.

The Dublin was the center of British rule over Ireland, and it was the largest export port for goods. Half of the goods taken out by the British had to be transported from there to places like London.

120 tons of wheat, 100 tons of barley, over 200 tons of oats, 200 tons of potatoes, over 30 tons of bacon, barbecue, sausages, pickled meat, and thousands of live livestock … These were merely the exports of Dublin for half a month. Pierre was late in coming, if he had started his sneak attack last week, the quantity of these goods would have doubled.

There was no end to the grain storage area, and they had only an hour to plan, more than an hour for the British Army and Navy to close down.

The army was still alright, once the whole Irish race went up in revolt, they were destined to fall into chaos. It was easy for the mercenaries to escape, but they were afraid of the navy's interference.

"Damn it, people, are these Irishmen crazy? Why are they all rushing towards the place with the most concentrated gunfire? "

Pierre could not be blamed for being too anxious. At this moment, the gold medal intelligence expert had just discovered that he had miscalculated. He had even patted his chest and promised that many Irish would come over to help him set the fire, but when they finally made a move, he realized that it was not the case at all.

He had underestimated the hatred in the hearts of these Irishmen. After the roar of the uprising shook the entire port area, all of the berserk Irishmen actually rushed towards the most dangerous places.

The place with the most concentrated sounds of gunfire was the most dangerous place. Their hearts only wanted to fight and only wanted to kill more Englishman. As for the arson work on Pierre's side, it was ranked second in their eyes.

Only the most dangerous of battles would be chosen by a true man!

The operation had been going on for a quarter of an hour, and Pierre had gathered more than fifty Irishmen, which made him extremely ashamed.

"If there's no other way, I'll have to use my limited firebomb …" But what about the battle later? How can we stop thousands of British soldiers without sufficient firepower to support them? "

"I can't care less …" "Prepare incendiary bombs, expand the ignition zone, and burn these grains to the maximum …"

"Fellow citizens of Ireland! Have you all forgotten about the Great Famine? Have you forgotten the battle cry of the Young Irish Party? "

"The food in Ireland, even if it's burned down, will stay in Ireland... We cannot let our descendants starve to death! "

"This is the true battlefield. Burn all these grains and proclaim to the world that the Irish no longer accept slavery, that we have the right to live …"

The roar shook the old and the weak who were there, and the Irishmen, who could not run to support the main battlefield, suddenly remembered their miserable experiences. They stopped and looked at Pierre, whose eyes were rimmed with tears.

Yes, that's it. When the Irish community was about to starve to death, it was a group of young people who shouted the slogan, and it was also like today that they rushed us into the granary and burned every grain the British had peeled.

Why can't we eat the wheat we produce on Irish soil? Why should our most delicious beef be served to the homicidal maniacs of London?

"Dear Sir … Just you wait! We will let you see a miracle. None of the food here will be left to the British! "

The raggedy, white-haired old men turned and ran. At that moment, they looked just like they did when they were young.

As the seconds ticked by, Pierre tried several times to order the last batch of incendiary bombs to be used, but when he thought of the battle that was about to break out, he held himself back.

Looking at the direction in which the elders had disappeared in the darkness, Pierre did not know if a miracle would happen, but he could only rely on a miracle to accomplish this difficult task.

"Sir..." Quick, look... Quick, look over there! " The mercenary with a torch suddenly pointed towards the direction of the slum. Pierre focused his eyes and found that there were countless black shadows dancing in the darkness.

"They really called for reinforcements?" "This is great …" But when the figures appeared before him, Pierre's eyes became moist.

Never would he have thought that all the people who came were women and children, and at the end of the line were even elderly people who struggled to walk.

The old man who reported the news was so tired that he couldn't even breathe. He pointed at the burning warehouse district. "Then …" That's our... Our food... Even if we burn it, we will not be able to give it to Englishman … "

"Burn him!" The voiceless youths even had baby-voice children who were the most fanatical. They all rushed over, snatched the barrels of kerosene, and started lighting the torches one by one.

The women had joined them, the women with the bucket waists, the beautiful young girls, and even the heavily made-up old whores. They had long since forgotten their identities and careers, and all they knew was that they were Irish, Irish enslaved for more than seven hundred years.

"Burn, burn!" The flames burn it all down, even if it's a big meal we can't even enjoy at Christmas... "

"Burn, burn!" Even if we can only eat dirty black potatoes for our entire lives, we will not give Englishman a single grain … "

Over two thousand women and children rushed into the warehouse area. Torches formed a long line in the dark night. Then, each of the long lines quickly spread out and formed a huge fire.