Fox of France

Villefort swung the oars together with the others, and the boat, dragging a string of boxes, approached the shore quietly. Under the reflection of the fire under the cliff, he saw several people coming.

"Chop off a head," said the man over there.

"Two heads," replied Villefort.

The code was matched, so the people on both sides quickened their steps to meet them, and clasped their hands tightly together:

"Comrade, I have finally waited for you!"

"Comrades, we are late and make you suffer!"

"It's not too late, it's not too late, just come, just come!"

Everyone said a few words, and together they dragged the pontoons behind the boat ashore.

"How is the situation now? How is the morale of the team?" Villefort asked while dragging a heavy box ashore with a small resistance fighter next to him.

"Morale is not a problem. We all think about revenge, and we can't sleep at night. It's just that most of the experienced comrades died in the previous battles. Now many people can't even shoot."

The resistance fighter's voice was clear, as if he was still a child.

Villefort asked: "Can it be dragged? It is very heavy." At the same time, he added strength to his hand.

The little man seemed to feel that he was being suspected and belittled, so he also added some strength. The two men dragged the box to the side of the fire. By the light of the fire, Villefort saw clearly the appearance of the "comrade" who was dragging the box with him just now - thin and small, with only a little fluff on the edge of his lips, he looked twelve or thirty at most age.

At this moment, another big man dragged a bigger box to the fire, and by the light of the fire, Villefort recognized that it was an Irishman he had known when he was in Toulon. friend.

"Kevin!" Villefort yelled.

"Arnoldier! I didn't expect it was really you! When I dragged the box over, I looked at your back and thought it was. Haha, it's great to be able to work with you again!" Kevin said fiercely He gave Villefort such a bear hug that he was almost out of breath.

"Okay, Kevin, let me go, I'm not a little girl!"

Kevin let go of Villefort.

"How are Glenn and Jeff?" Villefort asked again.

Kevin was silent, and Villefort suddenly had some bad premonitions in his heart.

"They all died, not long ago." Kevin whispered.

At this time, the child saw them talking there, and saw the other two people dragging the box, so he also went to help. Villefort asked Kevin, "Why did you let such a young child join the team?"

"Oh..." Kevin sighed.

The boy had very sharp ears, but when he heard this, he turned and said, "What's the matter with the boy? Why can't the boy take revenge on the Englishman? When the Englishman kills the Irishman, don't he kill the boy?" "

"This is Glenn's younger brother, he is the only one left in their family." Kevin said.

Villefort gazed at the child's immature face, in which a little Glenn's outline could indeed be seen.

"Although Xie Ao is small, he is very smart and capable. He is a qualified little soldier." Kevin added.

"If you can remove the 'little', I will be very happy to hear it." The child muttered, and then turned to help others drag the boxes.

"It's almost dawn, we have to hurry up." Villefort looked at the sky, and then said to Kevin.

Before dawn, they dragged all the boxes up, loaded them into the bullock cart, and left the coast.

In a village near a large swamp, Villefort distributes weapons with fighters from the rebuilt Kilkenshire guerrilla brigade. The county brigade was rebuilt after the last big raid, and now there are about 80 people. Just looking at the number of people, it is no less than before. According to Kevin, if we just expand the team, we can easily recruit more people now.

"However, we don't have many old players here. Most of the old players died when they stopped the British and covered the transfer of the masses, or they died while leading everyone into the swamp while exploring the way. Now the old players include me, Elliott, and West. The rest can hardly do anything. Their training really depends on you. Okay, come on It's almost done, I still have something to do, I'll leave it to you here." Kevin stood up and said.

At this time, everyone has gathered. Villefort stood up and began to introduce the various weapons he had brought to these new warriors. And Kevin went out, took a few villagers with him, carried some wooden stakes, and went to the swamp.

Villefort was also an experienced instructor, but this time, the quality of the students still gave him a headache. What made it even more difficult for him was that most of these guys knew neither French nor English, only Irish. Although Villefort learned some Irish in a sudden, and Kevin left West to help him, it was still very inconvenient.

For example, when a fool put the fuse on a landmine backwards, Villefort jumped up angrily and wanted to scold the guy, but when he opened his mouth, he found a serious problem—he didn't know what to do. How to swear in Irish. So he scolded the guy severely in French, and then looked at West on the side.

West spread his hands towards Villefort: "I'm sorry, Arnoldier, you spoke too fast, I didn't understand some places, and - I don't know how to translate some words. Hmm ...In short..."

West turned to the guy: "Instructor Villefort thinks you're a fool!"

So West, in one concise sentence, translated all of Villefort's various sarcasms and curses, which lasted for more than a minute.

But these idiots are very serious about their study attitude. Villefort taught them skills, and their mastery was often indeed poor that day, but generally speaking, by the next day, Villefort would find a clear improvement in their mastery. Because they will use all the time they can spare to practice. So not long after, Villefort discovered another problem of his own, that is, not only the vocabulary of cursing was obviously insufficient, but also the vocabulary of praise was seriously insufficient.

During this period, these new fighters learned pistol and rifle shooting, laying mines, setting various booby traps, various soil work, and various blasting skills here at Villefort.

In this way, almost another month passed, and the emergency training of the county brigade came to an end, and now it was time to apply what we had learned.

During this month, the British were not idle either. The British basically completed the popularization of "good citizen certificates" in the cities, organized a relatively strict Baojia system, and established military depots and strongholds in some areas close to the cities.

In this era when there were no radios or machine guns, it was impossible for a squad of soldiers to control a large area with a single gun tower. Therefore, the number of British troops stationed in each depot should not be too small, and there must be at least one company. But if there are so many people in each stronghold, it will consume too much force. Therefore, the British adopted a combination of the authentic British army and the Irish security forces to solve the problem.

The British established a stronghold of the Irish Sheriff's Forces in the villages near each depot, and organized safety and order meetings. These police officers of the Irish Security Forces were responsible for conveying the orders of the British and collecting all kinds of money.

The British know very well that if the power to collect money is placed in the hands of those "Irish policemen", these guys will definitely take this opportunity to exploit the people and fill their pockets. Likely to lead to widespread discontent, however, the Irish Governor-General, the Duke of Norfolk, asked the question: "If these 'Irish policemen' don't do it, are they reliable?"

The meaning of the Duke is very clear, that is: if an Irishman can't get unreasonable benefits from the British, why should he work for the British? If not stupid, then ulterior motives. Of course idiots can’t take it, they’ll just screw things up, and they’re useless at all; as for those with ulterior motives, or to put it more clearly, they’re spies from the guerrillas, shouldn’t they quickly find a gallows to hang him up?

Therefore, if there is any Irish policeman who doesn't exploit the common people and fill his own pockets with corruption and bribery, then the best way to deal with it is to arrest him and hang him. At most, it would be killing some idiots by mistake, but what's the big deal about killing a few Irish idiots by mistake? The biggest side effect is that the average IQ of the Irish will rise just a little bit.

On the contrary, what if those Irish policemen are fishy people, corrupt and perverting the law? This means that they have become enemies with most of the Irish, which means that they must rely on the British for everything. Therefore, such talents are truly trustworthy.

Now that such a judgment is made, one can imagine what kind of "policemen" in the newly formed "Irish Security Forces" are. On the side of the Federation, it is believed that in order to break the British strategy of sweeping and cage consolidation, it is necessary to attack these Irish scum.

Moreover, these "Irish security forces" are relatively poorly equipped and trained, and their fighting will cannot be compared with that of the authentic British army. Taking action against them first can destroy the British plan, combat their arrogance, and deter those Scum is also more conducive to training the team.

Thus, a stronghold of the "Irish Security Forces" became the first target of the new Kilkenshire County Brigade.