C2341 osmosis

In the darkness, Paul staggered and fell to the ground. Based on his rich experience, he was certain that the bullet had already reached the bone.

"Sir..." How did you raise them? " Moor grabbed Paul and dragged him into a safe corner.

Paul laughed bitterly: "We have met a tough opponent. There is an outstanding commander amongst this group of British people, so I am afraid our mission might not be easy … …" I'm sorry, I can't bring you guys back alive! "

Moor wiped off the sweat on his face and sneered, "Mercenaries are destined to die in battle. Every time they accept the money for a mission, they would never think of going back … …" "But you are the employer, and we have to protect the employer's safety!"

"The wolf cub, the big bear …" The two of you escort the leader out of the battlefield and directly send him back to the warship. Remember to go to the dock area and ask your brothers to bring the other officer with you! "

"Your mission is to escort the employers. As for the rest of the brothers, don't even think about leaving this place …"

"Bullshit!" How dare you, a nigger, insult me? I am also a soldier, I would never be a deserter! " Paul struggled, wanting to continue his charge.

But at this time, he couldn't stop the tall Moor, he only saw the big black guy give him a meaningful look, and two northern European pirate mercenaries immediately rushed forward, one to the left and one to the right, tightly controlling Paul.

As they hung them up, they said, "I'm going to finish this mission that requires your death. You have to leave because your identity is too special, and if the British catch you, even if it's just a corpse, your identities would be exposed …"

"Although I am just a mercenary, I can still guess your background …" "I don't understand your world. You are all people who have big businesses. Your lives are more valuable than mine. Live well …"

With that, Moor turned and left. Paul anxiously tried to struggle free, but the pain from his wound caused him to grit his teeth.

Right at this time, the Moor acted as if he had met a dangerous cheetah. He bent down abruptly and aimed his gun at the darkness, as if there was some activity inside.

As expected, a few swaying figures quickly approached them stealthily.

The kobold shone with a cold light, the Moor was hidden in a corner, facing Paul and the other two, who did not dare to speak, the four quietly waited for their footsteps to get closer.

Suddenly, the Moor moved. Paul did not even see clearly, the kobold had already pierced out, following that, the black figure suddenly moved forward, the blade blade was aimed at a person's neck.

Just as the knife was about to be cut off, a familiar short whistle sounded from the other side, causing the knife to stop.

"One of our own!" Let me see... Oh, I almost accidentally hurt my own people … Ah? Why is it you! "

The one whose neck the knife was holding was actually Pierre. This commander, who was supposed to commit murder and set fires in the warehouse district, had actually touched this place, causing Paul to be so angry that he was about to go crazy.

"Why are you here? Who was in charge of the warehouse area? Your mission is to completely destroy all the food here, how can you leave without permission? "

Pierre forced a smile and said, "Forget about the mission. I found that my task has been exceeded the limit …" All the old people and women and children in Ireland are out and the whole warehouse area is on fire... "

"There's no problem with my mission. You're the one who has the biggest problem here. The moment I heard the intensity of the gunfire, I knew you couldn't take it anymore …" On the way here, I realized that the enemies are fighting very methodically, which means that their commander is quite good! "

"There's no movement from the boss right now. It looks like things aren't going well …" If I don't come to support you now, who will? "At any rate, I'll have to keep watch for the next two hours …"

"Are you hurt? "Someone, hurry up and bandage them up …"

Paul pushed Pierre away and said in a low voice, "Why do you care about me at this time? First, we have to get rid of the British armory. This bunch of lunatics actually have so much kerosene and torches in their storage, they want to burn down all the houses, we can't hold on! "

"You retreat and cover me, I'll bring my men up!" Pierre turned his head and led the reinforcements rushing forward. The Moor warrior followed closely behind, and only the two Nordic pirates stayed behind to take care of the injured Paul.

"Split the troops into two …" "One part will cover us, while the rest of the brothers will prepare to march forcefully, bypassing the enemy's formation and infiltrate to the back. The farther the better …"

Gunfire erupted in the darkness, catching the British army completely off guard. In the dark alleyway, not only bullets were fired, they were also shot out from Molotov cocktails. As expected, the British army was attracted to this scene.

"Fire!" "Fire!" The British officers at all levels did not care about the casualties on the surface. They strictly followed the shooting discipline, and everyone had to ensure the density and tempo of the fire. No one was allowed to shoot at will.

The lobster soldier were half-kneeling on the street, a stream of gunfire shooting out from their rifles. The two soldiers started firing again and again under the command of the military officers, the intense firepower instantly crushing down on the mercenaries.

The sounds of gunfire were mixed with the screams of the fallen mercenaries, but none of these could stop Pierre and the others. Like a leopard cat in the dark night, the six of them sneaked behind the enemies.

The farther away they were from the British army, the more the scene on the street frightened them, and Pierre knew now what a cruel suppression the Irish were facing, and that the British were willing to pay for their rule.

The British militia and the citizens carried torches to help the army transport the Arms and ammunition, the carriages flowed endlessly, the barrels of torches were filled with kerosene and wooden boxes filled with torches.

Some of the carriages were loaded with a large number of weapon boxes. After the crowbars were broken down, the inside was filled with old rifles that had just been eliminated by the army.

Paper-shell old Enfield, eighteenth-century army Brownbass flintlocks, and even some old models from other European countries.

These troops had all taken out their weapons to arm the citizens. The middle-class British people all had their own weapons, but there were also a large number of ordinary British civilians in the Ireland. They did not have the money to buy personal weapons.

The army was not going to let go of any adult who could fight, and the rifles piled up in the storerooms were just in time to arm the civilians. It seemed that by morning the British would be able to organize another three or four thousand men.

Adding on the reinforcements from the outskirts, the strength of the Dublin's army would soar to more than ten thousand tomorrow.

Pierre sighed to himself, "What a gamble, a slight mistake and you will lose for sure!" The Führer is such a great gambler! "