C2331 fire of revenge (2/2)

The women screamed until the windows were about to shatter, while the men, terrified, opened the cabinets and took out their treasured hunting rifles.

The British imposed an arms embargo on the Irish, but they would never prohibit their own people from owning weapons. On the contrary, they were even encouraging these British people to keep weapons for the sake of better domination of the land.

Men in pajamas and ridiculous woolen hats shouted with murderous weapons in their hands, ”Lock the doors and let your son smash all the doors and windows with wooden planks. Don't go out until I get back!”

”It's time to let these damn Irishmen know how powerful they are. Kill all the thugs! ”Going out on the streets …”

The doors of countless buildings in the Rich District opened, and murderous English began to gather on the street. Their red eyes and ears were filled with the sound of the wind in the distance, the crackling of flames, and the cries of the Irish tsunami.

At this moment, the entire Dublin, with the port as the center, had caused a commotion among the citizens of half of the city. Many of the Irishmen who stayed far away from the conflict did not even know what had happened.

They poked their heads out in large numbers. A few bold ones walked out of the room and saw a group of British men in pajamas holding weapons.

”My God! ”What's going on …”

”Irishman, there are Irishmen here …”

”Isn't this John the shoemaker from Notting Street?” Sigh … ”Damnable fellow, are you going to rebel as well …”

Before the shoemaker could reply, he heard a crisp sound. A ball of fire appeared from within the crowd of English and a bullet struck the shoemaker's head.

”You … How do you kill him? ”

”Shut up!” The entire city was in chaos. Who would have the time to distinguish between thugs and commoners? Any Irishman on the street is suspected of rioting! ”

”Kill without mercy! ”Don't explain, kill without mercy …”

Crazy, these English were completely crazy, a few rational people could not change the madness of the whole group, and very quickly, these British hunters became a violent massacre.

”Attack the Customs building! ”Let these damn thugs go to hell …”

There were more than a hundred crazy English gathered on the street. They had been shooting and killing Irishmen as they fled, and gradually, they were approaching the place where the fighting was fiercest.

Just as they were unrestrainedly shooting at the Irish houses on both sides of the street, something unexpected happened. The window on the second floor of the street was suddenly smashed into pieces, and then a flame came out from within.

”Revenge!” Kill this group of Englishman! Young Irish Party... ”Move out!”

Sou sou sou … Five or six bottles of Molotov's cocktail s fell down from the second floor. A crisp sound came from the street as the flames started to flow along the cracks in the stone slabs. The few English s at the forefront immediately turned into flaming men.

”My God! These Irishmen had actually set up an ambush … that they could make incendiary bombs... How could they have received such military training... ”

”Attack, fire! Kill them all …”