C2340 overpopulation

In general, British garrisons were equipped with the latest weapons, while colonial garrisons were slow to change, as in the case of the old Enfield, where the Irish were now fully armed with metal cartridges, and the Indians were still using paper shells.

The reason for this was not only because of the distance, but also because the British local garrison had to face the invisible threat from the European countries. Although it was very difficult for that country to challenge the British status under the protection of the navy, in order to ensure the strategic deterrence, the native British army had to actively change its equipment.

Speaking of this rifle, he was also one of the important reasons why Gladstone was attacking Benjamin. As Benjamin and the rest of the colonialist were putting too much emphasis on expanding their forces overseas, there was a serious shortage of native troops. At this point in time, the British ability to resolve the European conflict was very weak.

If there was a new Napoleon like military expert in Europe, then the current British army would not be able to meet the needs of the war.

Who could he blame? Of course, it was all the fault of these colonialist to inject so much force into the city that they had dispersed the Empire's power. More importantly, the military expenditure was simply too much, to the point that it affected the efficiency of the weapon warehouse upgrade.

To think that a dignified British Empire like him would want to replace metal cartridge cases with needles and rifles, while Prussia had already started assembling them in their entirety.

The excessive drawing of blood by the colonialist had already made the Empire's finances very tight. In order to satisfy the appetite of the navy and whale, they could only rely on suppressing the army's funds to make up for their losses.

Ireland was the closest and most dangerous colony to the British mainland, but the garrison had only officially changed their clothes in February. Fortunately, they had changed their gear in advance, otherwise, they would have been able to deal with the riots.

This was because they had encountered a completely different combat squad. Their fighting style was extremely agile and valiant, and these extremely high quality mercenaries were very used to complex street fights. Their special combat skills were not something that the average army could compare to.

When the British army began to fight in the streets, they suffered a huge loss despite their numbers.

Every window along the street had the possibility to shoot out a bullet with great accuracy. All of the mercenaries had excellent marksmanship, and could be used as snipers with a little training.

Suddenly, a gun barrel appeared from the half-open window, shot out a bullet, and quickly retreated. In less than three seconds, these crafty gunners shot their guns and headshot, the high-speed spinning bullets lifted up the top of the British soldiers' heads, blood and brains sprayed out like legume's.

Terrified, the British immediately raised their guns and fired at the dark windows, but by the time their bullets were fired, the guerrillas were already in safety.

"Warriors of the first class, charge into the house …" Use your bayonet to kill him! "

The angered British army kicked open the door and rushed in like a swarm of bees. Unexpectedly, they were ambushed, the flames of the Molotov's cocktail shot up into the sky, and the soldiers that were burning on their bodies screamed as they crashed out of the door, rolling back and forth on the street.

The few soldiers who survived in the house were no match for the mercenaries. The kobold s in North Africa could easily cut off their throats.

Miserable screams came out from the house, Major Fayle was enraged, "Idiot!" Are you all idiots? Don't engage in melee combat with the enemy in the dark night... "Firing in a straight line, closing in step by step!"

"Tell the people behind to send torches and kerosene over. Even if we have to burn down the entire block, we cannot let a single enemy escape!"

"Idiot, how could they be so familiar with the terrain if they weren't guided by the Irish in such a dark weather? "These damned mercenaries …"

"Watch the roof!" Shoot all the hidden Irishmen! Burn the house for me! One by one! "

War still depended on the abilities of the Leader. The officers who had received specialized military training would be able to discover the crux of the matter in a short period of time.

It was currently deep into the night, and the world was shrouded in darkness. The fewer mercenaries there were, the more they hoped that the British would engage in a chaotic battle with them.

If he wanted to defeat these damnable mercenaries and Irishmen, he would have to make full use of the British military strength and resources. He would have to suppress them with absolute strength, akin to pressuring a mountain.

The eight hundred frustrated lobster soldier finally managed to stabilize themselves after a short while of suffering. They no longer looked for ways to end the battle quickly, so the soldiers lined up in battle formations and used two rows of crisscrossing shooting to cover their advance.

Half of the soldiers fired into all the danger zones, the other half were armed, and the soldiers who were on standby rushed forward through a building after the gunfire was over and were immediately on guard.

After the second team shot, the first team also finished reloading and quickly moved forward to occupy the safe area.

In this way, the troops moved forward alternately, like two intersecting doors and panels, pushing forward. Whenever they encountered an enemy attack in a particular building, they would immediately send a torch and a kerosene barrel up.

Dublin was, after all, the capital of British rule in Ireland, and there was an uncountable amount of ammunition stored here. The madly running horse carriage carried many boxes of torches and buckets of pungent kerosene, and the torches were thrown into the windows as if they were free.

What was even more ridiculous was that they threw the entire unopened barrel of kerosene into the house. The barrel smashed against the wall, spilling kerosene all over the room.

The mercenaries who could no longer hide could only retreat to the back courtyard and rooftops. However, the moment their figures appeared, they were being chased by the rain of bullets.

Even more tragic was the fact that the Irish citizens exposed themselves in the firelight. After encountering the regular army, their tactics of smashing rocks and tiles were no longer effective. Every time they exposed a shadow, they were met with the fire of four or five Enfield rifles.

Amidst the sounds of gunfire, screams and rising flames, corpses began falling down from the rooftop one by one, heavily smashing onto the stone road and merging together with the corpses of the English.

"Damn it!" These Englishmen are so insidious... We can't go on like this. Follow me, we'll circle around and burn their armoured carriages! "Otherwise, we won't be able to defend at all!"

With Paul's order at the critical moment, Moor warrior and the other two Viridian Pirates made a detour around the small alley. Under the lead of the Irish Guild's guide, they sneaked their way towards the back of the enemy.

The journey was full of danger. Bullets were shooting over their heads. The British were firing for no reason. Any dark area that felt dangerous had a few rows of guns on them.

If one heard some movement in the darkness, or discovered some strange figures, that would be even worse. Bullets would rain down like rain.

"En!" In the darkness, Paul let out a stuffy groan. He felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and a bullet ruthlessly bit him.