Pierre and Paul collapsed on the ground, looking at the reversal of the battle ahead with incredible eyes. Countless Irishmen rushed into the British military formation like crazy, and the war quickly fell from the age of firearms to the age of cold weapons.

Opposite them, White, the union leader who was so tired that he was about to vomit blood. He rushed into the fire just now and kicked out two guys who were about to commit suicide.

White's eyebrows and hair were all burnt, and he put his hands on his waist, and his waist was bent at 90 degrees. Where was he angry?

"You...you...you underestimate us too much...we...Oh God, I'm so tired!"

"I'll run... I'll slow down... I can't save you... I just don't believe us!"

White sat softly on the ground with a thud. The bloody battle just now had completely drained his entire physical strength.

"You don't know which young people you have. As long as you can prove that you are sincerely helping us Irish people, how can they not save them? What's more, you have sent so many arms..."

"Go away quickly... Stop talking about anything and leave quickly... Our compatriots are using their lives to cover you, go quickly..."

Pierre looked at the roar of the battle in the distance and said with lingering fear, "War... will return to his original appearance in the end, and fight for his life!"

He was right. Before World War I and even during World War II, hand-to-hand combat was also a common form on the battlefield, especially in the era when heavy machine guns were not popular. Whether hand-to-hand combat can be fought is indeed an important indicator to verify the strength of an army.

Muskets are indeed very lethal, but after all, they still have shooting density. As long as the attacking army is willing to live, as long as the entire army is fearless, then rushing through the area controlled by the bullet rain and leaving a certain amount of corpses, you can quickly drag the battle into the quagmire of hand-to-hand combat.

In this face-to-face battle, bayonets are sometimes not as good as a wide variety of medieval weapons. Just like at this moment, many veterans of the Chinese army gave up using bayonets to fight with hand-to-hand combat and chose engineer shovels that can cut and cut, and have the right strength. In chaos, engineer shovels are much more useful than bayonets.

These Irish people who were inspired by the al-Shabaab had actually lurked in the suburbs of Dublin. From the moment the mercenaries provoked the riot, the al-Shabaab, which had been highly alert, immediately ordered the elites of their subordinates to gather and stand by.

In fact, before Max boarded the ship to negotiate, thousands of people organized by the Al Shabaab were ready for battle. These were the Irish people with the strongest will to resist the British, and they were waiting for the opportunity to revolt.

After so many years of preparation, these Irish people have saved up some of their weapons, while the rest are equipped with cold weapons that they are best at. There are more than a dozen machetes alone.

The burning war had already made these rebels unable to hold back. When the attack order was issued, they rushed towards the British like a tigress who was preparing for power.

They were completely a group of madmen, and everyone fought for life. Some of the rebels even had bayonets in their chests and had to hold the British army and roll and fight on the ground, their teeth and fingers became weapons.

The rebel army recklessly disrupted the British army's formation. Except for the officer's pistols, all the other soldiers could only rely on bayonets to fight against the enemy.

However, the British army had only 800 people in full battle, including the number of troops who had just been reduced in combat. At this moment, the British army had only a total of more than 700 people, and the Irish uprising army that attacked was more than 2,000.

The battle suddenly fell one side. Major Fer saw that the situation was so decayed that it was so bad that it quickly organized soldiers to break out. At this moment, he no longer had the power to turn the world back. His only hope now is the thousands of subsequent reinforcements that were about to come outside the city.

Of course there is also the navy. At this time, Major Fair also forgot the unpleasantness between the army and the navy. He hoped that the Royal Navy's warships would appear on the sea at this moment, and as long as the cannons began to bomb, no matter how many thugs would be suppressed.

"Change westward... and hold your foot in a center..."

At this moment, a low explosion suddenly came from the north of the dock. Max, who was fighting hard, laughed loudly, "Our compatriots are attacking the fort! That little defender is not enough for us to eat! After grabbing the fort, the British navy dared not enter the bay..."

"Ireland will win! Attack..."

Pierre and Paul now put their hearts back in their stomachs. The north was the position of the British fortress, and they were now attacked by the rebels.

Although the turret is very well prepared, the turret is a fortress to defend the offshore seas after all, and it still depends on the army to defend on land. Major Fer had already removed some of the turret defenders from the flank to cover their attacks. At this moment, the Beigang turret was the weakest moment in defense.

"Let's go, everyone gets on the boat, the Irish people can't delay the time they have bought us with their lives!"

More than forty surviving mercenaries gathered bloodied by the two commanders, and even the two Nordic pirates who had just left with the mission came back.

"Sir, don't you support them? Don't look at the Irish at this moment, but the main British troops outside the city will suffer a great loss later! "

In just one night of bloody battle, these mercenaries and the Irish people have established a comrade-in-arms relationship and are embarrassed to leave the battlefield early, and the mercenaries are really unwilling to do it.

But White shook his head, "Go away quickly, you can't be exposed! So many of us have come to cover you up, you can't die in vain... Although I don't know what agreement has reached between Al Shabaab and your senior leaders, I know it must be for our own good!"

"Let's go, hurry up! If you drag it down, you will harm us! While the British warships have not yet surrounded the way out, you will hurry up! Go!"

Listening to White's roar, the mercenaries present felt uncomfortable as if they had grown weeds. At this time, Pierre gave the final order.

"Go on the boat! This is the order... to catch up with our cargo ship as fast as possible! Didn't you see a signal of urging from afar? Time is running out, hurry up..."

That's right, the Wing King was jumping at this time and ordered the cargo ship to approach the dock. All the sailors also saw the changes in the situation. They were amazed at the miracle that happened and they also acted quickly.

The light signals urging on board the ship shine again and again, and the cargo ship ventured forward in the narrow waterway just to grab a few more minutes.

The mercenaries carrying the injured Paul, surrounded Pierre and rode on four yards to quickly leave the dock. They struggled to shake the pulp and didn't know how many iron-blooded men were crying silently.

White on the shore wiped the oily sweat from his face, smiled and waved his hand, "Thank you! Brothers!"

"Let's go... go back to fight! Kill a few more British guys!"

Ten minutes later, the mercenaries finally started to board the ship, and at this moment, cheers came from the Beigang Fort, and the rebels quickly captured the fort with a tenfold advantage.

Immediately afterwards, the guns of the fort began to turn and fired towards the northeastern sea. The cannons rumbled and the flames soared into the sky.
Chapter completed!