Fox of France

It is good to say that the French government paid the money, the money was given quickly, and it was very easy to negotiate the price. Do you know the characteristics of French government procurement? That is, only choose the expensive ones, and don’t be wrong, even if it’s a coffee mug, you have to buy the most expensive ones. As long as you dare to mark the price up, even if you set a price of 1,500 francs, they will dare to buy it. On the contrary, they are not happy when the price of things is cheap, because it is difficult to keep accounts.

In contrast, the Poles are much more stingy, buy a revolver, buy a simple version without rifling, buy a "little melon", buy a civilian version without notches, buy landmines, and even buy only fuzes, not even explosives. Buy it, I would rather go back and chisel the stone by myself.

As a result, ship after ship of weapons was continuously sent to Ireland, and members of the Irish Resistance Organization also continued to come to France to receive special operations training.

Although the French government simply pays, they are also eager to see the effect of their investment. And they hope to see extremely shocking effects. Only in this way can there be sufficient reasons for additional investment.

On the morning of May 7, 1797, as the sun rose, the city of Dublin gradually woke up in the sunshine as usual. The number of people on the street gradually increased. On the square in front of the Governor's Palace, the British army was changing defenses as usual, and in the Governor's Palace, the Governor, Duke of Bedford Anderson Russell, was listening to the report of the Sheriff Darcy.

"You mean that there are rebels active, and that they may be aided by France?"

"Yes, Your Excellency Governor, some time ago, our patrol team found some traces of fires under some cliffs on the west coast. And sometimes a large number of footprints were found on the nearby sandy beaches. Your Excellency Governor, we It is believed that these fires were used to communicate with ships at sea at night, and these footprints show that either many people have landed here, or many things have landed here. As you know, Your Excellency, Ireland does not There is nothing vital to France that needs to be smuggled with strategic materials, so I suspect that this is the French secretly helping those rebels."

"Darcy," said the Duke of Bedford, "I have just noticed that you have found traces of fires and sometimes footprints 'under some cliffs'. You are doing something illegal, and you suspect that it is related to those rebels, so, have you taken any action?"

"Mr. Governor, the soldiers are very resistant to operating at night. It is very unsafe to go to these areas at night, and various accidents are prone to occur." Darcy replied.

"What accident? Was it attacked?" Duke Bedford's eyebrows trembled.

"Yes, Your Excellency Governor, you know that the law and order in those places has not been very good."

"These damned Irishmen. Well, I know it's not a day or two, and I can't put the blame on you. Well, Darcy, you report these things to me, hoping to get some help from me." What kind of help did you get?"

"I think that to contain this situation, we must rely on the power of the navy." Darcy said, "I know that if the French are playing tricks, they must use those clipper ships. Normally, our warships are It is impossible to intercept these ships. But I think they always have to stop when loading and unloading cargo. If our navy can appear at this time, maybe we can catch them."

"Darcy, you have a good idea." Duke Bedell has always been very kind to Darcy, who is also a British nobleman. In many cases, he treats this young man as his nephew. Bian is already doing such things. It’s just that the coastline is too long and their manpower is limited, so there has been no harvest.”

"So, Your Excellency, can you add more ships? Let the navy also..."

"Darcy, I told you a long time ago that you must consider the problem as a whole, and you can't just look at the little things under your nose. Don't you just want to stay in your current position forever?"

"Your Excellency the Governor..."

"Darcy, you know that the Spaniards have fallen to the French side now. Our navy has no great advantage over the enemy's navy, and in order to limit French trade, our frigates should also be in France. Coastal cruising. Although they cannot intercept the French clippers, the number of French clippers is also limited. Therefore, they have actually suppressed the French's shipping capacity. If the frigate force is mobilized, We need to consider the impact of the recovery of the French's shipping power. If we want to use the main fleet, we must also consider what will happen to the French and Spanish fleets. In short, this matter..."

The two were talking, when suddenly there was a loud noise outside.

The entire Governor's Mansion was shaken by the loud noise, and the glass on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the office was shattered in an instant. Even though the chair that the Duke of Bedford was sitting on was crushing a fat man like the Duke, he jumped up all of a sudden. Darcy, who was standing there, lost his feet and sat down directly on the ground. There was also dust falling down from the ceiling. The duke's desk and the duke's hair were immediately covered with dust.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" The Duke of Bedford stood up, leaning on the armrest of the chair with both hands.

"I'll go and see..." Darcy also got up from the ground.

At this time, a series of gunshots came from the direction of the gate.

"It's a rebel!" Darcy immediately made such a judgment, pulled out his pistol, and headed towards the front door. The Duke of Bedford took off his wig, shook the dust, and adjusted his appearance.

The gunfire outside became more intense, and after a while, there were hurried footsteps outside the door, and Darcy broke open the door and rushed in: "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, you must leave immediately, the rebels rushed in , we can't stop it!"

"What?" Duke Bedford's hand trembled, and the wig he just put on fell to the ground again...

Let's turn back the clock a little bit. Just when the Duke of Bedford was still teaching Darcy to look at things from a higher position, a beautifully decorated carriage slowly appeared on the square outside the Governor's Mansion.

This kind of large carriage drawn by four large horses is not uncommon in Dublin, and its owners are generally big men from England. The carriage gradually approached the Governor's Mansion, and slowly slowed down, as if it was about to stop to be questioned by the guards.

The carriage gradually reached the gate of the governor's mansion and stopped, and several guards came up to greet him, ready to come up and ask. But at this moment, the carriage suddenly exploded.

The stolen wagon was loaded with a full hundred and fifty kilos of nitrostarch. Driven and controlled by an Irish warrior determined to die for his country. This cart of explosives blew up the surrounding soldiers, as well as the entire gate of the Governor's Mansion and the barracks of the guards near the gate to pieces.

Following the explosion, some people who were wandering far away suddenly pulled out the revolvers and Bonaparte melons hidden in their clothes, and rushed towards the Governor's Mansion.

The guard camp of the Governor's Mansion is right next to the gate, which caused many guards to be killed or seriously injured in the initial explosion. The defense force of the entire Governor's Mansion was almost wiped out in half. What's more, the front of the Governor's Mansion The defense force was almost completely wiped out by the explosion.

Sean, holding a revolver in each hand, rushed into the Governor's Palace first. I saw a British soldier who was dizzy from the explosion and was struggling to get up from the ground. Sean didn't say a word, he shot the unlucky guy down with a single shot, and continued to rush inside.

A group of Irish Revolutionaries rushed in after him, and they shot at anyone else who could move, whether he was a soldier or a waiter, a man or a woman.

Occasionally, a few soldiers came from further away and shot at them, but they were quickly knocked down by dozens of revolvers, or blown up by a small melon flying from nowhere on the ground. These people simply could not stop the advance of the Irish.

Darcy took the Duke of Bedford and fled towards the back door. Just as they ran to a place close to the back door, there were revolver shots and the explosion of Bonaparte melons from the back door.

Darcy took the Duke and fled to a drain. This gutter runs through the fence and leads to the outside. The water in the gutter is so shallow now that it seems to be able to get out from here.

"Your Excellency, the situation is urgent. We must get out of here." Darcy said.

"I'll come first!" The Duke of Bedford didn't care about his aristocratic demeanor at this time, he knew how much those Irish gangsters hated him, and what would happen if he fell into the hands of these gangsters.

The Duke of Bedford jumped into the gutter first, got down on his stomach, and crawled out. But he was a little too fat, and got stuck halfway through the climb.

"Darcy, Darcy, give me a push!" cried the Duke of Bedford.

Then he heard someone jump into the ditch behind him, and then he felt a thrust on his ass, and then...he was stuck even tighter.

"Stronger, harder! Ah... that's it, Darcy, harder, harder!" Duke Bedford shouted while enduring the severe pain in his body.

However, at this moment, there were several gunshots suddenly, and then the Duke of Bedford felt the thrust on his buttocks disappear. Next, he seemed to go a little further forward, and the widest belly seemed to have finally crossed the narrow opening... But at this moment, several hands grabbed his feet...