C2344 Mushroom cloud in arsenal

"He blocked it!" "Long live …" The opposing British army immediately cheered. At that moment, the density of the rain of bullets they shot down was reduced by 30%.

It was a pity that they were happy too early. Just as they were about to overturn the car, a flame suddenly shot out. The kerosene that had spilled all over the road was ignited by the mercenaries, causing thick smoke to immediately obstruct their line of sight.

What was even more inconceivable was that while the smoke was billowing, the mercenaries were still able to maintain their firing rate. These Veterans of the Hundred Wars were only able to rely on their memories of the location of the British shooting points to continue suppressing the fire.

With a boom, the wall of fire that had just been ignited was suddenly knocked aside by two figures. When the British army looked closely, they immediately cried out in alarm.

"Madman... "They're all madmen …"

He saw two flaming men rushing over from the wall of fire. Each of them was holding a burning barrel in their arms. The barrel had already been carbonated by the edge of the flame, and the kerosene was leaking out through the gaps. The kerosene that came out was ignited and soon the bucket became a barrel of fire.

The distance of forty meters was not far at all. The British had just fired a round of bullets, and the two flaming men had already charged to the main entrance. The burning man suddenly grinned, with his pale teeth like a demon about to devour someone.

"Come with us! "Hahaha …" The mercenary used all his strength to smash the kerosene barrel against the door and the fence of the warehouse. With a terrified cry, the kerosene bucket exploded into flames.

Boom … Boom … Enormous flames engulfed everything at the entrance. The British army, who had no time to dodge in time, was engulfed by the flames, rolling back and forth on the ground, screaming miserably.

"Call for help …" Ask the major for help... This place couldn't be stopped anymore … "This is a group of madmen …"

What was even more crazy was that just as the fire was devouring the wooden door and the fence, the wall of fire was suddenly smashed open by something even bigger.

The carriage that was being driven by the Moor warrior finally rushed over. At this moment, he was the only one left on the carriage, the other brothers had all disembarked, using their lives as cover for him.

"Hold..." Charge forward... "Shatter the gates …"

Moor was already going crazy, he had lost his horsewhip and used a kobold to stab his horse in the butt.

"My God! "Quick, open fire! Kill him!"

But it was already too late, the would never miss the victory record of a battle that was exchanged with a mercenary's life.

Roar … With a loud noise, the burning wooden board was smashed into millions of sparks and the two war horses rolled onto the ground. The axle of the carriage broke and the carriage skidded on the ground for more than ten meters.

At the moment, Moor warrior was hiding in the carriage. His entire body was covered with injuries and burns, and it was hard to estimate how much blood he had lost. However, at this moment, he had already lost all sense of pain due to his fanaticism.

"Brothers, wait for me …" It's over, my life is about to end as well … "Hahaha …" Laughing maniacally, he used the flames on the carriage to ignite the incendiary bomb on his waist and rushed towards the pitch-black armory without any hesitation.

Behind him were countless screams of terror from the British army. They turned their guns to fire with all their might, but now that Death was ready, no one could stop the God of Slaughter in front of them.

When the African man's figure disappeared through the door, time seemed to have stopped. A dozen seconds later, a flash of light burst out from the warehouse, followed by an earth-shattering explosion.

How big is the explosion caused by dozens of tons of kerosene and gunpowder igniting? It was simply impossible to describe the people they had never seen before. In any case, the entire British garrison was engulfed by the shockwave, including the injured mercenaries and hundreds of nearby militia, they were all swallowed up by this huge explosion. After the fire on the second day, not even a complete skeleton could be found.

Not to mention the center of the explosion, even the place where Pierre was standing was shaken to the point where he could barely stand. Pierre's ears buzzed like thunder, and the huge mushroom cloud in front of him made him afraid to look directly at it.

"Brothers …" "If you do not fail to live up to my expectations, I will not disappoint you!" With that, Pierre touched his tears and slipped into the darkness, looking for Paul and the others to meet up.

The sound of the explosion shocked the entire city. Major Fayle's face was ashen, he did not even dare to turn his head to look at the desperate scene.

"What are you doing? Attack... Keep attacking! " No one dared to resist the crazed whip of Major Phil lashing the back of the soldier, whose iron-fisted privilege had been established by the previous shooting in the Irish Fort.

"Forget about the armory, does British Empire care about such a small amount? "Your enemies are right in front of you, your enemies are the mercenaries …"

"Capture him alive, I want a confession..." I want to know who the backers behind Ireland are! "This is our life or death enemy, continue shooting, alternating between covering and shooting …"

"Can't you fight without torches and kerosene? Take out your courage, rush into every room, and use your bayonet to kill all your enemies! "

"Do the soldiers of the Queen not even have the courage of the bayonet?"

In the history of mankind, up to the end of World War I, the ability to use the bayonet was an important indicator to test whether an army was strong or not. In an era where the power of guns wasn't great, in an era when meat grinder heavy machine guns and portable cannons weren't common, countless battles still relied on the bayonet.

Back in Crimea, how many battles had the British and French combined forces fallen into the battle of the White Blades, only by relying on the cruelest of cold weapons did they obtain the final victory.

Therefore, the British Army in this era placed great emphasis on bayonet killing training. Previously, they had been beaten senseless by this group of mercenaries. In addition, they had been in a state of peace all year round, neglecting training and being unable to enter a state of mind for a short period of time.

However, the war had been going on for nearly 40 minutes now. The corpses and blood had already been seen countless times, and there was no longer any visual conflict from the start of the massacre.

Gradually, the quality of the British soldiers began to show, and the pressure on the mercenaries and the Irish multiplied.

When Pierre sneaked back to Paul's side, he discovered that his side's line had been pushed back by another block.

"Paul, how is the situation? "How long more can it last?"

"We can't hold on. These British have already stabilized the formation. Look at their shooting frequency, it means that the soldiers' hearts and hands have stabilized. "The difference in numbers is too great, and the difference in firepower is too great …"

"If this goes on, I won't be able to hold on for more than 20 minutes!"

"Damn it, if there's no other way, then just send the emergency signal! In fact, we have already completed all the missions, the Customs building and the warehouse area have all been set on fire, it's not against the military rules to retreat in advance … Send out the signal detonator! "

Paul said with a sullen face, "We can fire signal bombs, but so what? We can't leave, the Englishman is already sticking to us … "

"How do you think we're going to get on the ship? How do we get out of the harbor? "

"Forget it, let's not bother about it for now. Send out fireworks to Mister Shi and tell him that the situation here is extremely dangerous!"