C2348 Farewell to the Battlefield

The burning Customs building collapsed, hundreds of tons of building materials fell down, instantly creating a huge whirlwind of fire. The hot winds spewed sparks and blew in all directions, the Irish who were hidden in the shadows and shooting at the British army became potatoes in the oven.

"My God! "Ahh!" The Irish, who were burning all over, rushed out from their hiding spot while screaming miserably. The British soldiers in the distance were laughing maniacally, the rifles in their hands were like rabbits that were being hunted as they shot down these flaming men.

"God bless England! God bless the queen! Burn them to death... "Hahaha …" The eight hundred British soldiers, who were gradually closing in on them, grinned maliciously and quickened their pace.

Hundreds of Irishmen could not stand the strong wind and chose to flee. The last bit of morale that they had gathered from trying to kill the team was completely destroyed.

"The Chinese are right, man is not as good as god. This is God's sin of not helping us!" Pierre opened the magazine of the revolver, looked at the only bullet in it, and turned his head with a smile.

"I won't send you off, there's only one bullet left for myself. There's my seat in the fire!"

"Wolf cub …" Big Bear... You two, roll over here! "

What Pierre summoned were the two brothers of the martyrdom Moor, the two Northern European pirate mercenaries. They had just escorted Paul and Pierre back to the port area, so they did not die in the arsenal.

Hearing Pierre's call, the two men, crouching in the form of snakes, quickly returned to their superior's side. "Sir!" Any orders! "

This was the first time the two men had called out to Pierre, not to their boss or gentleman, and this bloody battle had already established a brotherhood of life and death between them.

Pierre took out a leather cover notebook from his pocket, placed it in a waterproof bag, and stuffed it into the wolf cub's arms. "Listen to my orders, immediately leave the battle, and think of all ways to leave the Dublin …"

"Don't go out to sea. The freighter doesn't have time to wait for you. Go lurk in the Irish people and think of a way to survive. After things calm down, we will get in touch with you …"

"Or you guys can think of a way to leave Ireland. Whether you go to London or the hamburger, as long as you can connect with the Chinese or the Prussian, you will be safe …"

"NO!" Sir... The mercenary's fate was to complete the mission, how could he give up on his employer and escape by himself? If we want to go together, we want to die together! "

"Bullshit!" What time is it? Why are you still spouting such nonsense? You know exactly what's written in this notebook. Do you want all of us to die for nothing? "

He shocked the two mercenaries with a single sentence. The notebook had recorded the secret that Pierre had been told by the mercenaries before he left for the mission. It recorded the people they cared the most about and the people they wanted the Foundation to take care of the most after their deaths.

If they lost their notebooks, all the mercenaries would have died in vain.

Paul struggled to stand up. "Grab the notebook, listen to the command and immediately retreat." Take a look for yourselves, on the sea, our ship has already sent off her lighting signal s … "

"This is the moment of farewell. The chances of you two surviving with your notebooks are much higher than us... "What's more, our identities cannot be revealed. The fire is our cemetery …"

"Listen to the orders, immediately go into hiding, wait for the opportunity to escape Ireland... Hurry up... "Get lost …"

This was the first time they ever had tears in their eyes. They shoved their notebooks into their pockets, saluted their superior, and ran into the darkness.

Pierre and Paul laughed at each other and turned to look at the unremarkable cargo ship on the sea. As expected, they sent them a message to bid their farewells to the lighting signal, and at that moment, they knew very clearly that the Prussian sailors had already forced the King Yi to evacuate.

Yes, on that cargo ship, the King Yi had already lost the authority to command them. The moment the Customs building completely collapsed, the Prussian sailors all agreed that the situation had reached its most dangerous moment.

At this time, King Yi's order automatically retreated to second place, and Prime Minister Bismark's order became the highest order with the highest authority.

"Sir, please return to the cabin, we must return …" Those people can no longer be saved. They are surrounded by the British and will never come out! "

"No …" Can you wait a little longer? You can't wait for ten minutes? This is murder! "

No matter how angry the King Yi was, these sailors still had to follow Bismark's orders. That order was very simple, when the person in charge of the foundation was threatened, protecting his or her safety was the first rule. You can give up any other conflicting orders.

At this moment, it was the most dangerous moment. All the mercenaries at the dock were about to be annihilated, and the British battleships on the sea would appear anytime and anywhere. If they didn't leave now, they probably wouldn't have another chance.

The four Ocean Soldiers rushed forward, using their bodies to form a human wall, protecting King Yi within it.

King Yi pointed at the city and shouted, "Can you wait a little longer …" The battlefield has changed, quickly take a look! There's really a change to the battlefield … "

"Boss, please don't lie to us. No matter what happens, we cannot let you pass. We must leave this place immediately …"

"Full sail... Zuo Manduo... "We're returning …"

The King Yi was really crazy. He raised the binoculars in front of his chest to look carefully, then put them down, raised them again, then put them down again … Three or four times in a row, he was finally unable to control himself.

Bang! With a loud sound, his shoulder smashed onto the chest of the sailor who was blocking the way, King Yi was also an expert in internal energy, with such a charge, the soldier in front of him felt as if his chest was struck by a leather hammer, and was forced to take three steps back.

The King Yi took the opportunity to rush out, running to the bow of the ship and pointing towards a place even further away from the city. A spark of a heart had appeared! If this is not a mutation, then what is? "

"It really has changed, it really has changed …" It's the Irish Youth, they did it! They have already made their move! "

The people present could not believe their ears. They looked at the dark city through their binoculars, half-believing and half-doubting.

"My God! A new fire really did appear in Southwest City... How can there be a fire in an area where there has never been a fight? "

"Wait …" It's on the other side of the river... Oh my god, could it be in the direction of the Dublin Castle? "

The people on the boat could not hear the cries of the people on the shore. At this moment, Pierre and Paul had already made their preparations, and in front of them was a burning warehouse.

The door was like the entrance to Purgatory, glowing red and emitting a scorching heat wave. The moment they got near the two people, their eyebrows and hair tips were roasted.

"Alright, I'll call one two three later. We two brothers will rush in together …" "You must remember, you must shoot yourself before you pass out. Burning to death is not that comfortable …"

"Haha …" I know... "You're really long-winded. When I see God, my first request will be to let him take me to Yunton to see the upcoming great battle …"

"Alright, everything is over. I'm going to shout!"

"One, two, three … "Charge!" The two of them scampered into the bonfire.