At this time, the British army's main formation also had serious chaos. When the distress signal from Dublin Fort exploded in the night sky, Major Fer's heart skipped a beat. He thought he was not good, could he have fallen into the trap?

He raised his telescope and looked behind him. As expected, the fire was faintly emitted from the direction of Dublin Fort. It seemed that the enemy had begun to attack the fire.

"Major! What should I do? Come back to help quickly!" The officers beside me shouted in unison.

Fair's palms were full of sweat. He knew the importance of Fort Dublin better than anyone else. This was an image symbol of Britain's rule over Ireland. It has been standing for six hundred years. If it is captured in his own hands, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Not to mention permanent conquest, even if it is just a few minutes of falling into it, this symbolic meaning can inspire the unjust intentions of countless Irish thugs, and even the whole of Europe will be laughed at.

Do you really want to return to help? But what to do here? Victory is right in front of you. If you work harder, you can seize the mastermind behind this riot. Who is funding the Irish rebellion?

Finding these behind-the-scenes masterminds and cutting him off is also the most important task.

After a brief thought, Major Fair made a decision, "No, you can't return to the rescue! Continue the attack!"

"What?" everyone exclaimed, "Sir, are you crazy? How can you not save Fort Dublin? This is a symbol of the queen's rule over Ireland!"

The weathered historical buildings are indigenous. The St. Patrick's Hall, the conference living room, the Throne Hall, etc. in Dublin Fort are the main event venues for the British Governor to Ireland. The interior decoration is extremely luxurious. The exhibitions alone are priceless and are all treasures of the cultural relic level.

Dublin Fort has received countless foreign envoys and held countless grand banquets. Even many officers’ love was found at the castle cocktail party.

Not to mention that many British kings and queens have come here for a short time to stay. This castle is actually no less important to the UK than well-known buildings such as the Capitol, Big Ben, Tower Bridge, etc.

Throwing Dublin Fort is a shame that all soldiers cannot tolerate!

"Sorry! This is a life-threatening situation, we will never execute it. The safety of Dublin Castle is more important than the life and death of these thugs. Keep the castle first, and then we have the opportunity to kill all these rebels..."

"Please take back the order!" Everyone said in unison.

Fair's lungs were about to explode. From the corner of his eyes, he could see the confusion of his soldiers. He was afraid that the officers would disagree on the battlefield. This was the most affecting morale.

"Shut up! What do you know! Where is Dublin Castle so easy to be captured?"

"Don't forget, I left a company of troops in the castle, as well as guardians of high walls, and artillery on the walls. What attacks did the Irish without weapons use? Spears and bows?"

"This is the Irish's plan to suspicious soldiers. Their purpose is to attack the castle, and in fact, they want to rescue the mercenaries... I can guarantee to God that there must be the mastermind behind the riots in those mercenaries..."

"If there is no overseas force involved, I don't believe that those poor potato ate can cause such a big riot! Wake up! Now victory is right in front of me, no one is allowed to disrupt my morale..."

Perhaps Major Fer's previous iron-fisted killing shocked the morale of the army. This roar really scared the officers, but before he could order, a muffled sound suddenly came from the far southwest direction, and then I saw that the firelight in the direction of the castle was actually a little brighter.

"Oh my God! There is an explosion!" the officers yelled around Fair. "This is what you said is that there is no weapon? What's going on with this explosion? The thug has * in his hands!"

"Don't worry about him, we cannot bear the charge of losing the castle, withdraw our troops and return to the aid!"

The first one took the lead, and the scene suddenly became chaotic. Fer took out his pistol and wanted to kill all these subordinates who did not obey military orders, but there were too many rebels. How many could he kill?

At this moment, a tsunami-like noise suddenly came from the street at the end of the military formation. Then countless figures of the torch rushed over like crazy. After a closer look, it was the British militia all over the street.

"Not good... Irish reinforcements have arrived... The streets are covered with...ah..."

Slap... Gunshots sounded from behind the fleeing crowd, screams endlessly, corpses fell to the ground, and the dying militia rolled and climbed miserably.

"Long live Ireland! Attack..." With the loud roar, a black Irish rebel army appeared around the corner of the street, and Max was the leader.

"Attack, attack the British! Dublin is ours tonight!"

"Kill!" Thousands of people shouted the same slogan and rushed towards the British group frantically.

The British soldiers present were frightened and their faces were pale. "Feer! This is what you said about the unarmed thugs? Where did the rifles in their hands come from? You have completely misjudged the situation on the battlefield. You are the sinner of this battle!"

"Change the gun! Open fire! Hold the rear wing..." The tone of countless British officers' orders changed.

Papa... The frightened British army began to turn their guns and fire, rows of bullets harvesting lives in the crowd, but the Irish people were already crazy. They completely turned into a group of tigers under the leadership of Al Shabaab.

"Continue to attack... pick up the weapons of the dead... open fire and fight back..."

Max looked coldly at the British position not far away in the crowd. He saw the horror in the eyes of the British man opposite, and he knew that the situation had completely reversed at this moment.

"Comrades! The enemy is right in front of you... rushed up to fight with your hands and blades... and fight like our ancestors!"

"Irish Al Shabaab... is charging ahead!"

"Kill..." The sound of killing was earth-shaking, and a group of young faces were snatched from the charge crowd. This was the core of the Youth Irish Party, all of whom were the bravest and the best young people.

Some of them held rifles, some held simple spears and bayonets, and some even had only one iron rod, but they were not afraid of the British invaders in front of them.

"Al Shabaab... is charging forward!" The entire military formation instantly increased to the extreme under the leadership of the young people. These young people worked like crazy, let alone those middle-aged people.

How could countless workers, farmers, handicraftsmen, and countless middle-aged men with vicissitudes fall behind these children? It is even more impossible for them to let their children sacrifice themselves in the front.

"The Irish...fight...charged ahead...protected our children!"

Countless middle-aged people rushed to the front of the Al Shabaab, blocking the British army's bullets with their bodies, and the corpses of the victims paved the way for the charge.

At this moment, the entire British military formation had been shaken. Faced with this kind of fighting style of death, these troops who had been in the rear for a long time were completely unable to deal with it.

The shooting rhythm became more and more panicked, and the soldiers' expressions became more and more terrified. In the end, even the basic array line could not be maintained, and the military formation was about to collapse.
Chapter completed!