C2342 A Parallel Fire Chariot

"Too many …" How can these people destroy so much ammunition? We can see more than ten military trains, and who knows how many in the dark? " The warrior quietly said in a low voice.

Pierre blinked. "I have a plan, but it's very risky..." "It's very possible that none of us will be able to escape …"

"Please give the order. We are here to put our lives on the line. As long as the mission can be completed, we don't care about anything else!"

"Good!" Then let's rush out and see the carriage on the far left? There are at least fifty barrels of kerosene on it. After snatching this carriage, we turned around and charged backwards. We fought along the way, throwing out torches and kerosene, and burning down all the other carriages … "

"If God bless us, we can kill our way into their supply depot. Once so much kerosene is ignited, no matter how much stock the British have, we can burn it all down for them …"

"F * ck!" This plan works! " The mercenaries were all fugitives, this was a battle that could not be fought back, but not a single one of them hesitated.

Pierre gritted his teeth and sneered, "It looks like we will be buried here today. When we die, please remember to set me on fire …" My body cannot be left to the British! "

Just as he was about to leave, a pair of large hands grabbed his shoulders. The Moor Warrior calmly said, "You cannot go. There is no such thing as letting an employer die. If you do that, it would be the shame of us mercenaries!"

"Retreat, and use the darkness of the night to return to the ship. We will take care of everything here!"

"I'm sorry! "I can't be a deserter. If I can't see this mission complete with my own eyes, I definitely won't leave this place …"

The Moor soldiers and the few soldiers who were prepared by his side completely ignored his protest. With a faint smile, they arranged their weapons and equipment. "Your life is more valuable than ours, and you even have the most precious thing in our hearts recorded in your pocket …" Live on, and leave us with one last hope! "

"If you die …" that our deaths are going to be meaningless... " Before he could finish his sentence, Moor's hand shot out like lightning, and suddenly knocked on the back of Pierre's neck with his knuckles.

Pierre, whose arteries had been struck, fell limply to the ground. The mercenary helped him carry him to a dilapidated wooden house.

"I'm sorry, sir. You'll wake up in ten minutes. I hope you don't forget your promise then!"

Closing the door of the hut, a group of ten mercenaries charged out of the darkness like tigers and wolves towards the British militia s who were caught off guard.

The sound of gunfire was as dense as fried beans. Although Spencer's firing speed was extremely fast and his range and accuracy were inferior to a normal rifle, no one could match him in close range firepower suppression.

The screaming militia was swept away before they could even fire a shot at them!

Warriors from the Molor who were waving their kobold rushed up the carriage like black panthers. Blades of light flashed past, spraying blood all over the place and even splattering on the horses' backs.

"Get in the car... Suppressing the fire, throw two buckets of kerosene down and stop these Englishman! "

The ten mercenaries used their fastest speed to grab the two war carriages, only to see them raise the barrels of kerosene and smash them onto the ground. The pungent smell of kerosene began to flow through the cracks in the stone tiles.

The torches were thrown onto the ground, and the entire street was covered in flames. All of the militia were immediately isolated behind the wall of fire.

"Go …" "Hurry up and leave!" The horsewhip whipped the horse hard. The horse carriage quickly turned around and started to run on the street. However, the direction was the opposite this time.

Even if the two horses and two carriages were blown away, the militia along the way started firing at them one by one, but for the untrained militia to hit a mobile target was definitely an amateur. After a round of shooting, not a single mercenary was killed.

Mercenaries fighting their way to the top raised their kerosene drums and smashed them into the most crowded areas, splashing the barrels of kerosene all over the militia.

Within the flames, countless Englishmen were screaming. They never thought that these mercenaries would actually use chariots to fight. No one had ever seen such a completely new method of fighting.

What was worse was that the ammunition carriages were parked in succession. Buckets of kerosene were smashed against them, and torches were thrown onto them. Tons of kerosene and ammunition were immediately engulfed in flames.

A whole cart of kerosene was ignited all of a sudden, and the result was a violent explosion. Tons of kerosene were suddenly ignited. This scene was extremely shocking.

Boom … Boom! Boom! In the midst of the huge explosion, the blast swept across the entire street. Countless militia members who could not dodge in time were blown into the air by the blast and then smashed back into the ground like scarecrows.

In the light and shadow, only one pitch-black barrel after another was thrown up into the sky, followed by burning and exploding again and again. It was as if a flaming mushroom was growing on the ground, visible even in the entire Dublin city.

When Major Fayle heard the explosion sound from behind him, his entire back was drenched in cold sweat. The enemy's target is our warehouse! "My God, we have twenty tons of kerosene and a lot of kindling!"

"Sir, give the order, hurry up and send reinforcements!" The military officers beside the major said anxiously.

He never thought that Major Fayle would actually be such a ruthless person. At the most critical moment, he actually controlled his emotions and bit his lips as he said, "It's too late, no matter how fast your legs are, they won't be faster than four legs … Now our goal is to get rid of all the enemies on the other side... "

"Ignore the Irishman's tricks, they're just trying to lure us back!"

"Damn it, why are their battle strength so high?" And he even learned how to fight? "This time, the rebellion has been too strict. It's organized and well organized. There must be some expert guiding them from behind the scenes …"

"Enter!" The whole army must move forward and seize the man behind the Irishman! I absolutely do not believe that this bunch of potato heads can come up with such a plan! "

"Even if they come out with it, it's impossible for them to execute it! Bastard … How did they find such elite mercenaries? Where did they get their connections from? "

To be able to avoid being bewitched by the chaos during a war and still be able to calmly and clearly figure out the rules behind the chaos, this kind of person could be called a famous general.

This major clearly had the rudiments of a famous general. To be able to deduce from the chaotic battlefield that there must be a hidden force behind the Irish, and also guess that this force was trying to lure him away using a suspicious tactic … Judging from his analysis ability, he was smart enough.

If possible, Pierre wanted to kill the officer, for he had just come to his senses and had seen the quality of the commander in question in the British response.

The loud explosion had woken him up. After a moment, he was able to make a judgment on the situation. "It looks like we can only delay the enemy for a short time, we'll still have a tough battle after that!"

"Damn it!" Had the Young Irish Party really vanished completely? Are they really going to ignore this rare opportunity? "