C2339 The British Army of the Dublin Castle

Right now, the one at the forefront was none other than Prussian Paul, the intelligence officer who had once escorted Xiao Letian on a secret visit to Europe. Currently, his left arm was being shot, and the bloody Moor Soldiers were using gauze to bind him up.

"Sir, please withdraw. Go to the warehouse area and meet up with the following troops. We will be blocking here, so rest assured that we will not delay the retreat any longer …"

"Bullshit!" This is a battlefield, I have never learned how to be a deserter! Get out of the way, fight, stop the British attack... "

The two of them bickered intensely. However, a hundred and fifty meters away from where they were hiding at the other side of the street, there were more than a hundred British soldiers coming over to protect them.

No matter how elite the mercenaries were, they were too few in number. Torturing the British militia was not a problem, but the situation suddenly changed after ten minutes.

The battle at the port had already been going on for 30 minutes. Even the deaf and blind British troops in the Dublin Castle should have gathered all of them by now.

There was a total of eight hundred soldiers of the British Army stationed in Dublin Castle. This was the regular army that was the closest to the place where the conflict took place, and the other troops were stationed outside the city with a total of more than three thousand men.

When the flames in the port and the shouts for murder shook the heavens, Dublin Castle's old sense of order was also awakened. Unfortunately, the British always heavily navy had the army, and the garrison troops in Ireland could not be considered as elite troops.

The garrison had not received much emergency training at night and the entire barracks was a mess. They could not find a belt or pants, and the sleepy soldiers even subconsciously reached for their toothbrushes.

Class Queue length was so angry that he went up and whipped them, and only then did these soldiers who were sitting in their beautiful dreams wake up.

The soldiers were in a mess, the military officers were not in a better state. At the critical moment, Dublin Castle, the highest officer in charge of the Dublin Castle, was unable to find her subordinates. The officer in charge of the ammunition depot keys searched the entire fort and disappeared.

It turned out that the sergeant had a sweetheart outside the castle. Since he was an old soldier in the army and was in charge of the weapons depot, he often sneaked out in the middle of the night to trick women.

"My God! Have all these years of peace softened your bones? This is Ireland. Over two million people hate us, yet you ignore the military rules! "

"Capture it back, capture it back immediately …"

It took another ten minutes before the undressed sergeant was brought in by the soldiers. More than eight hundred soldiers of the army had assembled on the field. The major couldn't help but feel sad as he looked at the confused soldiers in front of him.

"Look at you!" Was this still the army of the British Empire? The city outside is burning, our people are dying, and the Irish thugs are rebelling! "

"But look at you …" Yet, there was not even the slightest bit of fighting spirit! "There is actually someone who dares to leave the barracks to find a woman?"

"Did you get the key? Did you get the account book back? Good... Someone! "Gun!"

"AHH!" Sir... Don't kill me, I don't deserve to die! I just sneaked out of the military camp. We didn't commit a capital crime! "

"Shut up!" This is a time of war, a time of war, do you understand? Chaos of the mind, bad military discipline, must be killed! "Shoot him right here!"

Without even giving the sergeant a chance to explain, the major's orderly took care of the two of them by holding his arm and shooting from the back of his head. With a loud thud, a bullet came from the back of his head and smashed the top of his bowl, red and white all over the floor.

Such a bloody scene caused the soldiers who had forgotten about the war to be completely shocked. It was only at this moment that they finally woke up from their dazed state. Looking at the distant flames in the harbor, they finally realized that the war was happening around them.

"Everyone bring double base ammunition, all of you set out to suppress the rebellion... "All the Irishmen on the street, regardless of their age or gender, are killed …"

"Use the fastest time to suppress this rebellion. In the morning, I want to see the Dublin still having order! Cheer up and fight like a brave warrior of the Empire! "

"Let's go!" The major mounted his horse and began to command his troops to collect Arms and ammunition s. Brass bullets were stuffed into the belt outside the uniform. In this era, the English army had already popularized the Enfield modified musket with metal bullets.

Eight hundred British troops were preparing for battle at the fastest speed they could muster. The corpse of the sergeant was hanging at the castle gate, and the smell of blood stimulated every single soldier.

Very quickly, the battle plans were handed out to the commanders of each company. The sky shaking sounds of running could be heard on the streets of Dublin.

When the Major Fayle entered the main city area, he realized how big the riot was. The Customs building in the telescope was completely red.

The streets were filled with fleeing citizens. What surprised the soldiers the most was that most of the fleeing citizens were British.

"My God! Where are your men? Why did I let you leave your homes? It's so dangerous outside! "

"God bless us, you're finally here. The Irishmen are all crazy. Those dirty potatoes have somehow caused their fighting strength to skyrocket, and they've even failed for several blocks …"

Major Fayle could not believe his ears. Was this still the Ireland ruled by the Queen? The Englishmen who kept a chest of weapons in their homes, the best of them even more than the army, when had they ever been afraid of the Irish?

Why are these British garrison troops so lazy? The Irishmen were very impressed. They were very curious to see how the widespread armed militia was able to suppress a mid-sized rebellion. The army's role was actually just to end it.

But today, the red-clothed soldiers saw a completely different sight. The people who were running on the streets were all British, while the Irish could not see a single one.

What was the Irishman doing? It was only when they were close to the main battlefield that they could clearly see the reality. Almost the entire city's Irish were charging towards the fiercest part of the battlefield, the British militia had already fallen into a bitter battle.

The four main streets leading to the Customs building and the dockside were in a state of chaos. Countless Irishmen were climbing up to the roof and throwing tiles and bricks.

In the pitch black alley, the figures of people flying from the rocks were making the Englishmen scream. Every time these surrounded British militia tried to counterattack, they were all suppressed by the dense firepower of the mercenaries facing them.

The unspeakable suffering British militia threw away the corpses that were scattered all over the streets.

"My God! Is this hell? Brave soldiers, punish these thugs! Kill without mercy! " The eyes of the major on his warhorse blazed with anger, and his eight hundred soldiers immediately split into four directions, pressing down on the mercenaries and the Irishmen from all four sides of the street.