C2340 overpopulation (2/2)

”Watch the roof!” Shoot all the hidden Irishmen! Burn the house for me! One by one! ”

War still depended on the abilities of the Leader. The officers who had received specialized military training would be able to discover the crux of the matter in a short period of time.

It was currently deep into the night, and the world was shrouded in darkness. The fewer mercenaries there were, the more they hoped that the British would engage in a chaotic battle with them.

If he wanted to defeat these damnable mercenaries and Irishmen, he would have to make full use of the British military strength and resources. He would have to suppress them with absolute strength, akin to pressuring a mountain.

The eight hundred frustrated lobster soldier finally managed to stabilize themselves after a short while of suffering. They no longer looked for ways to end the battle quickly, so the soldiers lined up in battle formations and used two rows of crisscrossing shooting to cover their advance.

Half of the soldiers fired into all the danger zones, the other half were armed, and the soldiers who were on standby rushed forward through a building after the gunfire was over and were immediately on guard.

After the second team shot, the first team also finished reloading and quickly moved forward to occupy the safe area.

In this way, the troops moved forward alternately, like two intersecting doors and panels, pushing forward. Whenever they encountered an enemy attack in a particular building, they would immediately send a torch and a kerosene barrel up.

Dublin was, after all, the capital of British rule in Ireland, and there was an uncountable amount of ammunition stored here. The madly running horse carriage carried many boxes of torches and buckets of pungent kerosene, and the torches were thrown into the windows as if they were free.

What was even more ridiculous was that they threw the entire unopened barrel of kerosene into the house. The barrel smashed against the wall, spilling kerosene all over the room.

The mercenaries who could no longer hide could only retreat to the back courtyard and rooftops. However, the moment their figures appeared, they were being chased by the rain of bullets.

Even more tragic was the fact that the Irish citizens exposed themselves in the firelight. After encountering the regular army, their tactics of smashing rocks and tiles were no longer effective. Every time they exposed a shadow, they were met with the fire of four or five Enfield rifles.

Amidst the sounds of gunfire, screams and rising flames, corpses began falling down from the rooftop one by one, heavily smashing onto the stone road and merging together with the corpses of the English.

”Damn it!” These Englishmen are so insidious... We can't go on like this. Follow me, we'll circle around and burn their armoured carriages! ”Otherwise, we won't be able to defend at all!”

With Paul's order at the critical moment, Moor warrior and the other two Viridian Pirates made a detour around the small alley. Under the lead of the Irish Guild's guide, they sneaked their way towards the back of the enemy.

The journey was full of danger. Bullets were shooting over their heads. The British were firing for no reason. Any dark area that felt dangerous had a few rows of guns on them.

If one heard some movement in the darkness, or discovered some strange figures, that would be even worse. Bullets would rain down like rain.

”En!” In the darkness, Paul let out a stuffy groan. He felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and a bullet ruthlessly bit him.