C2329 Dublin Intifada (2/2)
The sound of boots trampling on the ground in the dark night came from far away. The poor people who hadn't slept yet all pushed open the windows one after another. When they saw this group of death gods filled with killing intent, they were all shocked speechless.
Very soon, these poor people who were poking their heads out saw some familiar faces. ”It's the union. What is the union trying to do?”
”Intifada... We're going to revolt! The Port Trade Union is under the command of the Young Irish Party, and we have decided to rebel tonight. We will now attack the Customs building, and we will burn down all the food that is about to be exported to England! ”
”The Irish food will never feed the English beasts!”
Food was a scar on the hearts of the Irish. That battle with the Great Famine was destined to go down in history, as long as someone mentioned the Great Famine in their life, all the Irish would go crazy.
The moment they heard today that they were going to burn down all the grain that was exported from England, these Irishmen, filled with resentment, went mad.
”Move!” Was there going to be a war? Everyone move out... Go and fight on the streets! ”
It was past midnight, and the sea was still and still, and most of the people were asleep, including the British barracks.
There was nothing to keep a secret anymore. The group of 60 plus people led by Paul was only 10 minutes away from Customs building.
”Soldiers!” Customs building was right in front of him. Kill all the British defenders, burn down buildings, and tear apart the British flag! ”
”Long live the Young Irish Party! Long live the Irish Independence Movement! ”
”Long live!” Countless people's blood was burning in the dark night. After a series of rumbling sounds of the wooden door being kicked open, the dock workers who were holding all kinds of knives or even huge wrenches went completely crazy.
A huge sound wave surged towards the Customs building and the Rich District like a tsunami. The British soldiers who were dozing off in the wooden tower were suddenly awakened by the noise.
”What happened? ”Is it daybreak …” Before he could wipe the feces from the corner of his eyes, he saw a flickering light source coming straight at his face.
”What is it?” While speaking, a bottle of Molotov's cocktail smashed onto the tower with a 'pa' sound. The raging flames immediately swallowed the wooden spikes on the tower, and the screaming soldier's body turned into a flaming person. He smashed open the wooden door and started rolling on the street miserably.
”Riot …” The Irish are rioting... ”Prepare for battle...”
In the midst of his screams, a kobold directly pierced his throat, causing him to be unable to make a single sound.
Moor warrior used his tongue to lick the blood on the blade. The smell of blood made all the warlike factors on his body burn up, and he roared angrily at the Customs building in front of him, ”Long live Ireland! Long live independence! Kill all the Englishmen in this building and set fire to them! ”
Over sixty mercenaries flanked the two sides of the building in an attempt to stop the British support force while the other half of them brought dozens of union members with them. They raised their torches high to smash open the main door as they charged inside.
The rebellion of the Dublin in 1869 officially began!