"Snap the time... set fire, set fire! Completely burn this building!"

Paul followed the advance squad and rushed into the gate. Seeing that the Moore Warriors and the others had cleared all the garrison soldiers and policemen, he did not dare to waste time and ordered his men to set fire.

Paul knew very well that their actions were not really intended to help the Irish uprising. Everything they did was to help the head of state build momentum, with the purpose of ousting Benjamin off the throne.

Therefore, this uprising is very popular, but after tonight, there will never be any action to expand the situation. To put it bluntly, it is thunder and rain.

How can it make a lot of noise? Of course, it was setting fire. When it was late at night, a big fire burned the customs building and the entire grain warehouse. There was no problem with this fire for a day and a night.

The fire is big enough, where will the London Parliament be more exciting? According to the plan, Congress will start debate at 9 a.m., and then Gladstone and Benjamin will fight face to face.

At the most critical moment, Dublin's telegram was sent to London. Such a big news would definitely not be hidden and would be spread quickly in Parliament.

At that time, the angry MPs will only vent their anger on the Prime Minister. The proud British bulls will never tolerate rebellion in Ireland, and no one will reflect on the uprising caused by their cruel rule. They will only look for a scapegoat to kill it and continue to suck blood from Ireland.

Push Benjamin to the altar of the victim and let him be the scapegoat that thousands of people point to, and the big things will naturally be settled!

The doors were knocked open one by one, accounting room, cashier room, archives, registration hall... All tables, chairs and benches were splashed with kerosene, tons of accounts and cashier documents recorded the trade details of Dublin Customs over the years. If this was burned, at least 50 to 60 million pounds of tariffs could not be counted.

"Damn British, burn your accounts, I see how you can drink blood from us...light the fire!"

The torch passed by the pungent ones, and the red flames rolled up with thick smoke.

"Smash the glass windows... let the air convection, otherwise the fire will be difficult to spread..." Paul has trained arson techniques. For such masonry and stone structures, it is not that simple to completely burn it. You must consider the air convection problem of the entire building.

At this moment, more and more Irish people were pouring into the building. They didn't know what air convection was. The angry workers only knew how to smash and loot, and only knew how to vent their emotions in a hysterical way.

"Smash... I smashed the British customs, I told you not to let us do business, I asked you to force us to hand over the food..."

"Burn... burn all accounts! Why do you want to take away our property? Why can we only eat potatoes? Why can't Catholics participate in politics and politics!"

"The time for revenge has come! Long live independence! Long live Ireland!"

When Paul saw that the temperature was almost done, he quickly ordered the mercenaries to withdraw, and let the mobs complete the rest of their work. At this moment, the British barracks in the north should have begun to gather. Paul looked out from the broken window and found that the wealthy area where the British lived had already lit up.

It was countless awakened British people who lit up the lights in the room, and all the sleeping people in the entire area woke up. When they saw the fire and smoke coming out of the customs building, the British were all stunned.

"The customs building caught fire? Where is the fire brigade? Wait... What about the fire? Why are there more than ten fire points burning at the same time?"

At this moment, a shrill scream came from the streets of the wealthy area. A policeman riding a bicycle rushed past "Self-defense... All Englishmen defended themselves... Irish riots!"

"The Youth Irish Party has organized riots again... All the Englishmen defend themselves!"

This was a big blow. The glass windows were shattered with screams. The men opened the cabinets and took out the hunting rifles that were treasured by every household.

Britain imposed an arms embargo on the Irish people, but it would never forbid their own people from possessing weapons. On the contrary, in order to better rule the land, they were even encouraging these British people to continue weapons.

The men in pajamas and ridiculous wool hats shouted loudly with murderous weapons, "Lock the door and let your son use wooden boards to kill all the doors and windows. If I don't come back, no one of you will go out!"

"It's time for these damn Irish people to know that they are powerful, kill all the thugs! Go to the streets..."

The gates of countless buildings in the wealthy areas were opened, and murderous Englishmen began to gather on the streets. Their eyes and ears were filled with the sound of wind from afar, the crackling flames, and the sound of Irish roaring mountains and seas.

At this moment, the entire Dublin is centered on the port, and half of the city has been alarmed. Many Irish people who are far away from the conflict have no idea what is going on.

They looked outwards in large numbers. Some brave people walked out of the room and saw a group of British people wearing pajamas holding weapons in chaos.

"God! What's wrong..."

"Irish, there are Irish here..."

"Isn't this John the shoemaker on Notting Street? Alas... Damn guy, are you going to rebel too..."

Before the shoemaker could answer, a crisp sound was heard, and a ball of flame flashed out of the English crowd, and a bullet exploded directly and half-pulled the shoemaker's head.

"You...how did you kill him?"

"Shut up! Now the whole city is in chaos. Who has the time to identify thugs and civilians one by one? All the Irish people who go out on the street are suspected of rioting!"

"Kill without mercy! Don't explain, kill without mercy..."

Crazy, these Englishmen went completely crazy, and a few rational people could not reverse the madness of the entire group. Soon the hunting of these British people turned into a violent massacre.

"March to the Customs Building! Let these damn thugs go to hell..."

More than a hundred crazy Englishmen gathered on the streets. They opened fire and hunted and fled the Irish people all the way, and gradually approached the most intense place of the war.

Just as they were shooting at the Irish houses on both sides of the street unscrupulously, an unexpected situation occurred. The windows along the second floor of the street were suddenly smashed, and then firelight emerged from it.

"Take revenge! Kill all these British guys! The Youth Irish Party... Take action!"

Swoosh... Five or six bottles of bottles rolled down from the second floor, and swoosh... There was a crisp sound on the street, and flames began to flow along the cracks of the stone slabs, and the leading Englishmen suddenly became firemen.

"Oh God! These Irish people actually set up ambush... They actually create *... How could they be trained like this..."

"Counterattack, open fire, kill them..."
Chapter completed!