Fox of France

By the time the British troops stationed in Dublin arrived at the Governor's Palace, the despicable assailants had long since disappeared. The governor's mansion is full of broken walls and ruins, and corpses are lying here and there. As the soldiers cleared the bodies, there were several more explosions - the attackers booby-trapped the bodies. For example, there is a thin thread tied to the belt of the corpse, and this thread is connected to a mine or something. There are also several such things placed behind doors, windows and so on.

As a result, more than a dozen British soldiers who rushed over were killed and injured by the bombing, so that everyone was terrified to death when they continued to search inside.

In this way, the British army searched carefully to the door of the governor's office. The mahogany door of the office was still ajar, as if the owner was still inside. Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to go up and push the door - who knows if the door will make a bang when it is pushed.

"Well, does anyone have something longer?" asked a captain.

"I remember there's half a flagpole over there." A soldier shouted, "I'll go get it."

Then the soldier went out, and——Boom!

"Captain, Captain, Jim is dead!"

"Damn it!" the captain threw his hat on the ground in anger, "Damn it! Harry, go outside the Governor's Mansion, go inside the house over there, and commandeer a clothes-drying pole!"

A small soldier responded and ran out. After a while, he came back with several clothes rails in his arms.

"Company commander, here are a few clothes drying poles, let's connect them, it will be safer."

"Not bad! The young man is clever!" The captain praised.

Several people hurriedly connected several clothes drying poles. The captain waved his hand, and everyone retreated silently. The captain lay on the ground, tied his hands together, stretched out a ten-meter-long pole, and carefully pushed against the door. The door opened without a sound—no explosion.

The captain got up angrily, thinking of Jim who was killed just now because he went to get the broken flagpole, he suddenly felt a kind of pain and anger that his IQ was trampled on.

But even though he was angry, the captain still told himself that he must be calm, he must be calm, otherwise, he might be fooled.

He walked to the door cautiously, and looked inside, only to see a naked and obese corpse hanging under the crystal chandelier in the middle of the office. The captain recognized that this corpse was the Duke of Bedford, the governor!

"This is a big deal!" the captain thought, "I don't know how many people will lose their heads because of this incident..."

At this time, other soldiers also came in one after another.

"Don't walk around, don't touch anything! Don't put him down, beware of explosives." The captain hurriedly said.

"Company commander, the governor has writing on him!" A soldier shouted.

The captain was all focused on seeing where there were landmines just now. Hearing this, he hurriedly looked at the Duke's body. Only then did he see clearly that on the Duke's chest, those thugs carved such a line with knives: : "The fate of the invaders!"

At this time, a gust of wind blew in, and the suspended body of the Duke turned around, so the Duke's back appeared in front of them, and there was also a line of words engraved on it: "This is your tomorrow!" There was also a long knife.

It took the British more than half an hour to confirm that no booby trap was placed at the Duke's place—the Irish bandits were worried that the explosion would destroy their message, so they did not place explosives there.

The Irish attack shocked the whole of Britain, and even the whole of Europe. After all, a duke died suddenly in the British Empire this time, and the British Empire has not died of such a level figure for many years.

In a speech to MPs in the House of Commons, Prime Minister Pitt condemned the "appalling and horrific" crimes committed by the French and British rebels in collusion with the "basic morals of war" and vowed to "blood for blood" , an eye for an eye". At the same time, he proposed to Parliament that an additional sum of money should be used to recruit and train more troops to suppress the rebellion in Ireland.

"We will make those rebels regret it, and make them and their descendants never dare to look at us directly, and never dare to have the idea of ​​rebellion again!"

Prime Minister Pitt made such a statement.

And what about European countries? Prussia said that it is very regrettable that such a thing happened. I hope everyone will exercise restraint and refrain from doing things that will further aggravate the situation. After all, peace is rare.

Austria said: "French businessmen should control their arms exports, especially to some unstable areas. After all, weapons are not ordinary commodities, and businessmen should also consider moral issues."

The Russians expressed some sympathy for the British. They believed that the French should stop exporting these dangerous weapons, especially those that could be easily carried concealed. But the new tsar also said that the British should also reflect on their behavior in Ireland.

Even His Holiness the Pope came forward and issued a statement. He expressed the hope that after this tragic time, Catholics in Ireland will not be treated unfairly, and called on the British government to learn from the lesson and stop the injustice in Ireland. Persecution of Catholics.

As for the French, Lucien said in the National Assembly: "What happened in Ireland is not a rebellion, but a desperate cry from the oppressed and enslaved people. The great French people will always stand with those who are oppressed in the world The oppressed and the enslaved stand together, and always stand with truth and justice. We are not afraid of the vicious howls of the British, and we will continue to support the struggle of the Irish people to win their freedom and emancipation!"

Of course, after getting off the podium of the National Assembly, Lucien visited the Minister of Public Security Fouché under heavy protection, and had an in-depth discussion on how to combat the possible sabotage of British terrorists.

As for Ireland, the British army has already set out to attack the areas where the rebels are most likely to hide...

A group of British cavalry rushed into a remote Irish village. Captain William Taffington Jr. was ordered here to clear up the rebels. Of course, the rebels will definitely not admit that they are rebels. Therefore, he told the soldiers that any Irish who see us and run away must be rebels who are afraid of us; all Irish who see us and do not run away are elite and well-trained Rebels; any Irishman who says he is a rebel is, of course, a lawless rebel; any Irishman who says he is not a rebel is the most dangerous and most cunning rebel—in short, put all their heads Just cut it down and burn all their villages down.

However, when the cavalry rushed into the small village, they found that there was no one in the village. All the doors are tightly closed.

"Where are the people? Where are the people?" Company Commander Tachton looked around suspiciously.

"I don't believe they can all hide in the ground!" Captain Tahuidun said, "Get off your horses and find those guys!"

The cavalry all got off their horses, and someone went over, kicked open the door of a dilapidated house, and—"Boom!"

"Don't go into the house! Set fire to the house!" shouted Captain Taverton.

Someone went to the firewood pile to draw firewood to prepare to burn the house, and then his foot seemed to step on something—"Boom!" Then, a foot with leather boots fell in front of Captain Taverton.

At this time, a gunshot was heard from a distance, and a soldier fell to the ground.

"The rebels! The rebels are over there!" Company Commander Tahuidun drew out his command knife and pointed to the left. Everyone looked to the left and saw a figure running forward with a gun.

The cavalry also shot at the man one after another, but the cavalry's guns could not hit far or accurately. So several cavalrymen got on their horses. Pulling out his saber, he urged his horse to chase after him, and then - there was another "bang"...

At this time, a few more shots were fired from another direction.

"The rebels, the rebels are over there!"

A soldier ran to the corner, trying to avoid the shooting of the rebels, but in the end - there was another "bang".

Bullets hit from all directions. However, the rebels did not have many guns, and the firepower density was very limited, but when the British army avoided shooting or tried to pursue them, there was always a "bang" sound. These "booms" did cause a lot of casualties to the British army.

Company Commander Taffing found that if he continued like this, he would continue to suffer. And the sky began to darken. Once it gets dark, God knows how many rebels there will be... So he shouted: "Everyone retreat, retreat, retreat the same way!"

The cavalry got on their horses and ran back along the original road. In the process, two more cavalry were shot and fell down. But Company Commander Taverton no longer cared about them, and he fled with the rest of the cavalry on his own.

Looking at the fleeing British army in embarrassment, the fighters of the Irish guerrillas ambushing around the village all showed joyful smiles. Before this battle, the observation post they set up on the top of the mountain not far away was the first to discover the cavalry of Captain Taverton and brought down the message tree. Then the guerrilla fighters organized the villagers to hide in the nearby forest, and hung up the mines that had been placed in the village long ago.

It turned out that the effect of this battle was even better than their exercises in the Toulon training camp. The British stepped into their trap at almost every step, and in the end they didn't even die, so the British left more than a dozen corpses and fled. It didn't even have time to destroy the village. How can such a result not make these soldiers full of pride?

So I don't know who started it, and everyone sang together a fast-paced and high-spirited song they learned in the Toulon training camp:

"Buy the landmines and take up the guns, and set up battlefields all over the mountains. Resolutely destroy the invaders, and defend your hometown with arms..."