Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

With the battle having reached such a state, even deities would find it difficult to turn the tables. Out of the 120 mercenaries, only fifty-one remained, and most of them were injured.

The Irishmen who had relied on their valiant bodies to support themselves were no longer able to hold on. Although there had been one to two thousand people gathered by the side of the mercenaries when they were at their peak, there were only about three to four hundred people left.

The riots were always like this, they rose up based on the blood energy in their chests and retreated because of it. This was an emotional group without any discipline, and if they kept fighting smoothly, then it would be troublesome.

The morale would rapidly crumble, and when they could no longer see any hope of victory, the fear in their hearts would take the initiative, and an unstoppable wave of deserters would emerge.

This was not the most serious problem, and Pierre was even more worried that the Irishmen had discovered that something was amiss. From the start of the riot until now, although these mercenaries were using the name of the Irish Youth Party, the ones responsible for coordinating it were all the people in charge of the docks' union.

"Tell me, what exactly are these mercenaries doing?" Why did we get mixed up in this all of a sudden? It can't be a bunch of impostors, right? "

"That's reasonable. From the beginning to the end, it was only organized by those people from the union. I didn't say that those people from the union were bad, but Shabaab is Shabaab, while the union is the union. They're not even close together?"

"That's right, even if those children of the Shabaab are hiding behind the scenes and are unwilling to show themselves, they would be entrusted by the association to command this rebellion, so shouldn't the mercenary group be under the union's command?" "Why do I feel like the mercenary leader of the union is right where I am right now?"

This question really hit the mark. Everyone came to their senses, "That's right!" The mercenaries we hire are fighting for us, they should listen to us? "But why does it look like the battle plan is being commanded by the mercenaries …"

"Now we are outnumbered, why do we keep on retreating in the direction of the port? At this point in time, we should split up our troops, ensure that we gather and rest outside the city, and then think of a way to fight.

"Let's go, let's ask Huai Te and have him give us an answer …"

At this moment, Paul, Pierre and Huai Te had all retreated to the port area. Paul's shirt was torn to pieces, revealing a bloody wound.

Huai Te's whole body was covered in blood and smoke. At the moment, he was pressing bullets into his handgun, and beside him, there was a bayonet stained with blood.

More than ten dock workers surrounded Huai Te and looked at him, their eyes were filled with caution, "Huai Te! Tell us, where is the Shabaab? "Why haven't we seen a member of the Shabaab yet?"

"Also …" Who the hell found these mercenaries? Why do you listen to them? "Answer us …"

Having heard the question, Huai Te was enraged. The temper of the people he had just killed was definitely not good, he jumped up like a tiger and shouted, "What are you guys trying to do? Questioned me? Right now, more than thirty Leader s have died in the union and I am also covered in injuries … You actually dare to question me? "

"We're not questioning you, we're suspecting them …" Pointing at Pierre, he said, "Why can't we break through? Why retreat to the dead end? Behind us is the sea. Do you want us to die here? "

Huai Te was unable to answer these questions, because he did not know when the youth faction would appear either. However, during the most intense moment of battle, what he feared the most was internal strife and suspicion.

In troubled times, even the Irish understand the principle!

The revolver in his hand pointed at the leader's head. "What did you say?" During a bloody battle, you dare to be so unruly? Want to be a deserter! Ireland has been bullied by the British for hundreds of years because of you cowards! "Coward …"

"We are not cowards! We just don't want any casualties for no reason! We don't want to be the victims of the ambitious! Either you shoot, or you reveal the true identities of these people! "

"You can kill me, but I don't believe that you can kill all of my compatriots!"

"Enough! Huai Te put down her spear! " Pierre finally dug out the bullet. "You want the answer, I'll give you the answer …"

Giving the gauze to a mercenary behind him, who could help Paul bandage his wounds, Pierre walked up to the noisy crowd and coldly said, "You have the right to question it, but because it is a secret, I cannot tell you too many details … "However, there is one thing. Our mission this time definitely has the participation of the youth faction!"

"At this moment, the youth faction's reinforcements are almost here. Hold on for another fifteen minutes, I promise you that reinforcements will arrive in fifteen minutes …" If you don't, the lives of all of us are right here, you can take it at any time! "

Pierre's gaze was so cold that it was bone-deep. None of the Irishmen dared to meet his gaze, and after a full thirty seconds, the leader of the group stamped his feet, "Okay, fifteen minutes is fifteen minutes. I will believe you for another fifteen minutes …" Back to the fight, my fellow Irish! If God does not give us a miracle, we will fight for ourselves! "

Huai Te became anxious, he picked up his bayonet and walked towards the front line with large strides, "Life and death depends on now! Rather than living like dogs, it would be better to just give it our all! "

"Do you have any seriously injured or disabled brothers? Pick a death squad and use up all the last batch of incendiary bombs! Your family association has been raised by you … "

If they couldn't hold on for too long, all of them would die. Those warriors who were heavily injured and still able to struggle stood up one after another.

"This is the end of my life, living is as boring as a dog …" Fight them to the death! "

The Englishman never thought that at the critical moment when all these Rebellion s were about to be overpowered by the harbor area, Death teammate s would suddenly rush out from countless small alleys one after another.

These heavily wounded soldiers exhausted the last of their stamina and under the protection of the precise firepower of the mercenaries, they began attacking the enemy.]

They didn't run fast and their footsteps weren't nimble, but there was an aura of mutual destruction in their hearts!

Many Death teammate s who were halfway to their destination were hit by the bullets and turned into sieves. However, at their last moments, they were able to invest their incendiary bombs in the battle.

"Damn that Englishman …" Each burn is one! "

"Long live Ireland! Long live independence! " The mournful roar reverberated through the streets. The tragic scene caused the British butcher to be deeply moved.