Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

At this time, the British primary matrix was also in a great mess. When Dublin Castle's distress signal exploded in the night sky, her heart skipped a beat.

Raising his binoculars and looking behind him, he saw that there was indeed a light coming from the direction of the Dublin Castle, it seemed like the enemy had already started their fire attack.

"Major! What do we do, quickly go back and provide reinforcements! " The officers beside him shouted in unison.

He knew better than anyone the importance of the Dublin Castle. It was the symbol of the British rule over Ireland, standing tall for six hundred years, and if it were captured by him, the consequences would be dire.

Not to mention the permanent capture, even a few minutes of the fall was enough to inspire the disobedience of countless Irish thugs, even across Europe.

Do we really need to go back to reinforcements? But what about here? Victory was right in front of them. One more push and they would be able to catch the mastermind behind this riot. Who was it that was financing the Irish rebellion?

Finding the mastermind behind all of this and cutting him off was also the most important task.

After thinking about it for a moment, Major Fayle made a decision, "No, we can't send reinforcements! Keep attacking! "

"What?" Everyone exclaimed, "Sir, are you crazy?" How could the Dublin Castle not save him? This is the symbol of Queen's rule over Ireland! "

The historic buildings that have experienced many hardships are alive, the Saint Patrick's Hall, the Great Hall of the Dublin Castle, the Throne Hall, and other places where the King of England's Governor in Ireland operates. The decorations inside are extremely luxurious, and the objects displayed here are all priceless, all of them treasures of the artifact level.

The Dublin Castle had received countless foreign envoys and hosted countless grand banquets. They had even found the love of many military officers at the royal ball in the castle.

Not to mention that many of the previous kings and queens of England had lived here for a short period of time, so the significance of this castle to Britain was actually not inferior to the famous buildings such as Capitol Building, Big Idiot Clock, Tower Bridge and so on.

Losing the Dublin Castle was a disgrace that no soldier could tolerate!

"I'm sorry! This is a mess, we will definitely not carry it out. The safety of the Dublin Castle is more important than the lives of all these thugs. First, save the castle, and in the future, we will have enough opportunities to kill all of these traitors … "

"Sir, please take back your order!" Everyone said in unison.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see the perplexity of the soldiers under him. He was afraid that the military officers would not agree with him on the battlefield, which was one of the things that would affect his morale the most.

"Shut up!" What do you know! How can the Dublin Castle be captured that easily? "

"Don't forget, I have left a company of troops behind in the castle. There is also the protection of the high walls, and there are also cannons on the walls. Spears and bows? "

"This is a plan of the Irishmen. Their goal is to pretend to attack the castle, but in reality, they are trying to rescue the mercenaries …" I can assure God that one of the mercenaries must be behind this riot … "

"I don't believe that those good-for-nothings who eat potatoes can cause such a huge riot without the interference of any overseas powers! Wake up! "Now that victory is right in front of us, no one is allowed to mess up my morale …"

Perhaps it was because the Major Fayle's iron fist slaughter had intimidated the military, but before he could give the order, a loud sound came from the southwest, followed by a brighter light in the direction of the castle.

"Oh my god!" There's an explosion! " "This is what you said. No weapons?" What was this explosion? The thugs have explosives in their hands! "

"Ignore him, we can't afford to lose the castle! Retreat to our unit and send reinforcements!"

With the first leader leading the way, there was a second. The scene immediately became chaotic. Fell took out his gun and wished that he could kill all of his subordinates who didn't listen to the orders, but there were too many rebels. How many could he kill?

Right at this moment, a tsunami like noise suddenly came from the street at the back of the army, followed by countless figures rushing over like madmen from the torches. Upon closer inspection, it was the British militia that covered the entire street.

"This is bad …" The Irish reinforcements are here... The sky and the earth were all over the street... "Ahh!"

Pah pah pah … The sounds of gunfire rang out from the back of the fleeing soldiers as they screamed incessantly. Corpses fell to the ground one after another as the dying militia rolled and climbed miserably on the ground.

"Long live Ireland! "Attack …" Following a loud roar, a black mass of Irish Rebellion appeared at the corner of the street. The one leading them was Mai Kesi.

"Attack, attack the Englishman! Tonight, the Dublin is ours! "

"Kill!" Thousands of people shouted the same slogan and rushed towards the British primary matrix crazily.

The faces of all the British soldiers present paled in fright. So this is what you call an unarmed thug? Where did they get their rifles? You are completely wrong about the situation on the battlefield, you are the sinner of this battle! "

"Turn the muzzle!" Fire! "Protect the rear wings …" The tone of the orders issued by the numerous officers of the British Army changed.

Pah pah pah … Horrified, the British began to turn their guns and fire, rows and rows of bullets harvesting life in the crowd, but the Irishmen had gone mad, and under the leadership of the Shabaab they were transformed into a pack of ferocious tigers.

"Continue attacking …" Pick up the dead man's weapon... Fire Back... "

Mai Kesi coldly looked at the nearby British position from the crowd. He saw the fear in the eyes of the Englishman and knew that the situation had been completely reversed.

"Comrades! The enemy is right in front of us... He rushed forward to engage in battle with the White Blades … Fight like our ancestors! "

"The Irish Youth Party... Charge in front! "

"Kill …" The instantaneous shouting was earth-shattering, and from the crowd of charging men came groups of young faces, the core of the Young Irish Party, the bravest and best of the young men.

Some were armed with rifles, some with simple spears and bayonets, some with only a single iron bar. However, they had no fear when facing the British invaders.

"The Shabaab... Charge in front! " Under the leadership of these youths, the military formation instantly accelerated to the limit. These youths were working like madmen, not to mention those middle-aged men.

How could countless workers, farmers, artisans, and middle-aged men with their ancient faces fall behind these children? It was even more impossible for them to let their children die before them.

"Irishman... Fight... Charge in front... Protect our children! "

Countless middle-aged men rushed to the front of the Shabaab, using their bodies to block the bullets from the British Army. One after another, the skeletons of the victims paved the way for a charge.

At this moment, the entire British military base had been shaken. Against such a strategy of mutual destruction, the long-established troops at the rear were completely unable to deal with them.

The rhythm of the shots became increasingly frantic, and the soldiers' expressions became more and more terrified. In the end, they were unable to even maintain the basic array lines, and the military formation was about to collapse.

Boom … A loud sound was heard, and an angry torrent of primary matrix finally crashed into the British army. The cruellest of all, the White Blade Fighting War, erupted.