Fox of France

Each of the several black dogs held a wooden stick that they did not know where to find, and while protruding forward with the wooden stick, they walked slowly into the swamp. Because they were afraid of getting stuck in the mud, they always pushed the wooden sticks hard into the mud first, and then they dared not go forward until the bottom was harder. Every time it was inserted, it took a lot of strength and time to pull out the wooden stick. As a result, after walking for a long time, these people did not walk ten meters away.

"Bastard!" enraged the British officer, who jumped from his horse, drew his revolver, and walked to the water's edge. The officer of the "Public Security Army" bowed his waist, smiled obsequiously, and followed over.

"Sir, sir, what are your orders?"

The British officer said angrily: "The person who told you not to dawdle any longer, go forward quickly! Otherwise, I will let someone shoot you!"

"Yes, yes, I understand, I understand." The officer of the "Security Army" nodded and bowed repeatedly, then he turned around and shouted at the black dogs who were still trembling forward to explore the way. : "The officer said, you are too slow! You must move forward quickly! If you continue to dawdle like this, I will have someone shoot..."

Those black dogs in front are still "dagging".

"Bastard!" the British officer scolded, and when he turned around, he was ready to let his soldiers prepare to shoot.

The officer of the "Public Security Army" saw it and hurriedly shouted: "Stop dawdling, sir, sir, he is going to shoot! I can tell you, sir, he is a good guy who kills people without blinking an eye, eats people without spit bones, he... ..."

Before the words fell, the soldiers of the "Public Security Army" immediately threw their sticks and ran forward...

"This group of rabbits..." The "Security Force" officer shook his head, turned around, bowed his head to the British officer, and gave a thumbs up, "Sir, you still have a way!"

"You Irish are all scum! You won't move until the whip is on your butt!" the British officer said with contempt.

"That's right, that's right, sir! They're Irish, they're all scumbags, and they don't know how to work unless they're whipped!" The "Security Force" officer nodded in agreement.

"TMD," said the British officer, "you said 'they are Irish', so aren't you Irish?"

"Look at what you said, how can I be an Irishman? Sir, look, my body is indeed an Irish body, but my heart is a heart loyal to the United Kingdom..."

The British officer said: "Captain Jarvis, I really didn't expect..."

As I was talking, I heard a long scream from the front: "Ah... help... help... I beg you, give me a hand, give me a hand..."

Everyone looked over there, but saw a, no, a black dog half-sinked in the mud, and the water had already reached his chest.

Several black dogs next to him hurriedly moved to the side, but another black dog stepped on the wrong side, and then also shouted "for the sake of the United Kingdom, give a brother a hand".

But "United Kingdom" is obviously not convincing. Besides, it is not easy to pull out a person who is stuck in the mud. Don't say that the whole person is stuck in the mud, even if he just stepped into the knee-deep mud with one foot. It takes a lot of effort to pull it out. Besides, the black dogs in the "Security Army", don't look at the "brothers" and "brothers" with each other all day long, but this kind of "brothers", just listen to them. At this time, who cares about "brothers"?

So the few remaining people turned around and ran back. Only this time, the British chief was not happy.

"Don't run back! Go back, go back! Otherwise, I, on behalf of the United Kingdom, will kill you!" Captain Jarvis drew his pistol and fired into the sky.

Hearing the gunshot, several black dogs stopped in their tracks, and one of them cried: "Captain, please spare us, go ahead, we are really going to die..."

"Bastard!" Captain Jarvis said angrily, "Sir, how can anyone not die in a war? If you don't die, let me go? If you don't go, sir, why don't you kill me? Sir, kill me Before, I killed you first."

Having said that, Captain Jarvis snatched a rifle from a soldier of the "Security Force" next to him, and fired a shot at those soldiers who ran back halfway. A splash hit a soldier's feet.

So the soldiers turned around again, ready to go inside.

"Tell them to come back." The British officer suddenly said, "It's really dangerous here, and there's no reason for our soldiers to take such a risk for the sake of a few villagers."

"Yes yes yes..." Captain Jarvis hurriedly nodded and bowed, "It's still kindness, sir! You are such a good man!"

Then Captain Jarvis turned his head and shouted at the black dogs who were still standing in the muddy water: "Come up quickly, come up quickly and thank you for your kindness, if it wasn't for your benevolence..."

Several black dogs hurried ashore covered in mud, and then Captain Jarvis took them to thank the British commander.

A few black dogs covered in mud stood forward, and a stench came to their nostrils. Before they could speak, the British officer took a step back and said, "Go away!"

"Thank you, sir, hurry up!" Captain Jarvis said quickly.

At this time, the two black dogs stuck in the swamp called again: "Captain, captain... give me a hand, for the sake of... give me a hand... "

"Captain Jarvis," said the British officer, "what do you think?"

"Sir, the lives of these two people are not good. They are trapped and cannot be saved. Why don't we give them a good time and then go away."

"Nonsense, why can't they be saved? Get a rope, put it on them, and then pull it with a horse, I don't believe it can't be pulled out."

"Sir, let's do this!" Captain Jarvis said, then he turned his head and said to his subordinates, "Go and get two ropes."

"Captain, pulling people like this will kill people." The subordinate reminded in a low voice.

"You think I don't know?" Captain Jarvis also replied in a low voice, "Anyway, he's dead, it's rare for the officer to be interested, so let the officer be happy...you know?"

"Understood. As long as the officer is happy, let them die..."

So...the bodies of those two unlucky ones were finally dragged out.

...

On the other side, the 1st Division of the Irish Independence Army is using a swampy passage to quietly jump out of the British encirclement. Then, except for a small group of troops in charge of security, the whole division moved rapidly towards the vicinity of Dublin.

The goal of the First Division was certainly not Dublin. Even if the British rear is empty, this rear emptiness is relative. Dublin is definitely not something that can be taken down by less than a thousand people in the First Division. The 1st Division aimed at the series of depots near Dublin.

These military depots are the strongholds for the British to control the countryside in the suburbs of Dublin, and they are also the key points for the storage and transfer of materials used by the British army to support the sweeping operations during this raid. If these targets are destroyed, the British army will not be able to stay in the base area, and it will not last long.

According to the idea of ​​the Duke of Norfolk, these things should be quite safe in the military depot. Because all signs indicate that the rebels lack the ability to attack. Of course, the strength of the soldiers in the military depot has dropped significantly, but on the other hand, the rebels are also under the attack of the army. These depots are all in a relatively safe rear, and they don't need much protection.

Commander Joyce's first target was Huangyanggangzi Military Station. This military depot is one of the important nodes supporting the logistics of the British army. If it is destroyed, the logistics efficiency of the entire British army's "crusade force" will be reduced by at least one-third.

Since this node is so important, of course, relatively speaking, the defense will be more stringent. However, according to the intelligence obtained by reconnaissance, the British obviously did not realize that they would become the target of the attack, and many defensive matters were superficial.

And if it was before, there were 500 British soldiers stationed in this military depot, and it was equipped with six cannons, plus trenches, high walls and other things, it was indeed easy to defend but difficult to attack. But now, the brigade of British troops has been transferred to the "crusade" base area, and the defenders here have become less than a hundred British troops, plus more than two hundred "security forces", and the defense force has also been greatly weakened.

And because of the heavy material transfer task, there are still a large number of Irish migrant workers who are forcibly recruited to come and go here every day. It can be said that there are so many loopholes here that I am embarrassed to call them loopholes.

A group of scouts sent by Joyce put on a high imitation British uniform provided by the French, pretending to be British soldiers who came to collect supplies. At the entrance to the depot, they let a guy in a captain's uniform drag a british second lieutenant there to chat, and then another guy in a second lieutenant's uniform slapped a guy who was going to come up and check their papers The black dog slapped several times. The black dog was beaten like a top and turned twice, and then he had to get up from the ground, facing his face with two clear slap marks, he nodded and bowed repeatedly to apologize to the "sir". So they entered the military station very smoothly.

The next thing is very simple. When the main force of the First Division approached, whether it was the British or the black dogs, they all thought it was their own troops—they never thought that they would meet such a large group of "Irish troops" in this place. Rebels". In addition, there is already a team of "rebels" who have sneaked in in the military depot, and these rebels are now arguing with the commander of the British army stationed in the station, a captain and company commander, about the "instructions given to them by their superiors".

When the main force of the first division continued to approach, someone noticed something was wrong, so they asked. Then this clever British guy was shot off the sky cap. In the military depot, with the gunshot, the garrison commander was shot and killed by the "colleague" who was arguing with him. At the same time, the scouts began to shoot or throw small melons at the enemy. Caught off guard, the British were knocked down a large area.

In this way, the inside should be combined with the outside, but it will only take about ten minutes. This depot fell into the hands of the First Division of the Independent Army.