Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The Dublin Castle was built in 1204 by the order of the King of England, Qiao Zhi, at that time, to store the treasures he had collected in Ireland and to garner troops.

This strong fortress that was built in the Lifei River Southern Bank had always been an important base for British rule, and the Dublin was also the important city for British rule over all of Ireland.

More than six hundred years of wind and rain had passed, Dublin Castle had experienced countless wars, and had even suffered from severe fires and lost more than half of their members in disasters.

But with the support of the British financial resources, every time the fortress was rebuilt, it became more solid and larger, eventually becoming a symbol of British domination over Ireland.

The successive Irish governors who had been ordained by the Queen were British aristocrats, and each year they spent half their time in the castle.

He was also an administrative center and a representative of image. As long as the British flag was still fluttering in the sky above the Dublin Castle, it would mean that the British were still ruling over Ireland.

However, at this moment, Dublin Castle was in a state of panic. A few minutes ago, the garrison army had suddenly discovered that there were countless figures rushing out from the southwest. At first, no one could see them clearly, but suddenly, they heard the command from the darkness.

Less than fifty meters from the fort, hundreds of torches were suddenly lit, and the Irish swarmed everywhere.

"My God! It's an Irish mob... Raise the suspension bridge! "

At this moment, there were only a little more than 100 guards in the Dublin Castle and the rest were all taken away by the Major Fayle to suppress the rebellion.

"Don't panic! The main force of the Irish rebellion has been suppressed by the Major, and most of those damn mercenaries are also dead. The remaining Irishmen are unarmed, so what is there to be afraid of? "

"Close the city gates and pull up the drawbridge. These thugs only have a few medieval bows. What are you afraid of …"

Just as the commander was stabilizing his morale, he heard a crisp sound from the middle of the torch as a bullet flew past his ear.

The British soldiers who were there broke out in a cold sweat, "There's a gun..." These Irishmen actually have weapons! "

This was a horrifying scene that the British could not even imagine. There were gunshots everywhere in the port area, and now there were gunshots in the Dublin Castle. Just where did these Irish people get so many weapons?

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of fervent shouting from below the city. "Long live Ireland!" Long live independence! Attack Dublin Castle! "Kill …"

The black mass of over a thousand people spread out in a formation and began to charge forward. The sound and glow of guns were constantly heard from the crowd, and there were even people carrying long ladders out from the shadows of torches.

"Irish Unite... "Fight!"

"Long live the Young Irish Party! Long live independence! "

A tsunami like roar shook the fields, causing the Dublin Castle to become a mess. The soldiers on the city walls started to shoot and the limited number of old cannons started to fire.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The explosion tore holes in the crowd, and the broken bodies were thrown into the air. The rifles on the city wall barely needed to aim to hit the Irish rebels below.

However, these Irishmen had already gone mad. Over a thousand fearless warriors were fighting back while carrying the ladders, and there were still countless figures rushing towards them in the darkness.

"They're crazy, these Irish are crazy, aren't they afraid of death …" In the end, the garrison only had a hundred men. No matter how sharp their weapons were, they could not match the power of the heavy machine guns of the future. As long as the attackers could bear to die, they could reach a distance of fifty meters in no time.

When the escalators were mounted on the castle walls, the British defenders were suddenly reminded of the past, when the Dublin Castle of the Middle World had blocked countless Irish attacks.

There were moats beneath the walls, and countless traps, capsized boards, and burning ditches filled with pitch. The walls were filled with archers, and a single volley of Scottish archers could kill hundreds of thugs.

But all of these were gone, with the development of the era, no one used these old methods to defend the castle, and even they did not believe that the unarmed Irish would attack the Dublin Castle.

"So it was all an Irishman's trick... They deliberately set fire to the city, but this was their real goal. They wanted to take over the Irish Fort... "Calling for help, requesting for help from the Major Fayle. We won't be able to hold them off for long, let's have them retreat …"

Sou sou sou … Smoke rose to the sky and exploded in the night sky. At the same time, the attacking Irishmen had also approached the city walls, flaming bullets were thrown to the city walls one after another by the brave grenadier, igniting a huge fire in the blink of an eye.

Anyone with enough strength could throw a incendiary bomb over a wall directly into the castle's interior. Horse-sheds, kitchens, storage rooms, service rooms … All the buildings near the outer wall were set ablaze.

"Hahaha …" God punish these Englishman... Climbing the city! Charge up to kill all of Englishman! " Six makeshift ladders of cloud were hoisted up to the top of the city, and the brave Irish began to climb with all sorts of weapons in their hands.

The British defenders could never have imagined that in the darkness beneath the city, countless young Irish youths with young faces were holding rifles in their hands as they suppressed the flames. Their eyes were cold and their minds were strong, and they were the future of their nation that was protected by the entire Irish people.

Young Irish Party!

"A historic opportunity is already in front of us. Capture him and use the war to force Britain to grant us autonomy!"

"If you want a better life, you have to rely on us to fight for it! Now, the more we fight, the more we get in the future … Brave warriors, form a death squadron... Charge over and burn the city gates! "

If Pierre could see the scene in front of him, he would know the brilliance of the Führer and the King Yi.

These young men who had shed blood for the Irish during the famine had no doubts about anything but waving their arms.

This was prestige, the reputation gained through actual battles!

Only when the Young Irish Party's banner was revealed did the scale of the uprising escalate. Only then did the uprising begin.

The Dublin Castle was burning, and at the same time, there were a few other armies flanking the outskirts of the battlefield. The lawyer Mai Kesi who separated with the King Yi just now, had already turned into the commander of more than a thousand Rebellion.

They took with them the most weapons, the strongest soldiers, and headed straight to the dock area to flank the Major Fayle's army.

"Quick, quick, quick..." Our reinforcements are bleeding, and everyone has increased their speed.

"From now on, we will lead the rebellion!"