Each of the black dogs held a wooden stick that they found from somewhere. While leaning forward with the stick, they slowly walked into the swamp. Because they were afraid of falling into the mud, they always inserted the stick into the mud and then dared to move forward after being harder. Every time they inserted it, they took a lot of effort and took a lot of time to pull out the stick. As a result, after walking for a long time, these people did not walk ten meters away.

"Bastard!" The British officer was furious. He jumped off his horse, pulled out his revolver, and walked to the water. The "Safety Army" officer hugged, smiled flatteringly, and followed him happily.

"Sir, sir, what are your instructions?"

The British officer took the fire and said, "Don't be slower, hurry up and go forward! Otherwise, I'll have someone shoot!"

"Yes, yes, yes, small understands, small understands." The officer of the "Public Security Army" nodded and bowed repeatedly, then he turned around and shouted at the black dogs who were still tremblingly exploring the way forward: "Sir, you are too slow! Go forward quickly! If you procrastinate like this, I will make someone shoot..."

The black dogs in front are still "difficult".

"Bastard!" the British officer cursed. He turned around and prepared to let his soldiers prepare to shoot.

The officer of the "Public Security Army" saw it and shouted: "Don't be too slow, sir, he is going to shoot! I tell you, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir, sir

Before he finished speaking, the "Public Security Army" soldiers immediately threw away their sticks and ran forward...

"These bunches...the security army" officer shook his head, turned around, nodded at the British officer, and gave a thumbs up, "Sir, you still have a way!"

"You Irish people are all bitches! If you don't whip it on your butt, you won't move!" said the British officer with contempt.

"Yes, yes, what the sir said is! They are all Irish people. If they don't give them a whip, they won't know how to work! The security army." The officer nodded repeatedly and agreed.

"tmd," said the British officer, "you say 'they', aren't you Irish?"

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

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

As he was speaking, he heard a long scream from the front: "Ah... Help... Help... Please, please help, please help, please help me, please..."

Everyone looked over there, but saw a black dog half of his body was already trapped in the mud, and the water had already reached his chest.

Several black dogs next to them were all busy and asked to the side, but another black dog stepped on it and then shouted "For the sake of the United Kingdom, I'll give you a hand."

But the "United Kingdom" is obviously not convincing. Besides, it is not easy for people who are trapped in the mud to pull it out. Not to mention that they are trapped in the mud, even if they step into the mud that is knee-deep, it takes a lot of effort to pull it out. Let's talk about the black dogs in the "Public Security Army", don't look at each other's "brothers" all day long, but just listen to this kind of "brothers". At this time, who cares about "brothers"?

So the remaining few people turned around and ran back. But now the British commander was unhappy.

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

Hearing the gunshots, several black dogs stopped, and one of them cried, "Captain, please spare us. Go forward, it's really a death..."

"Bastard!" Captain Jarvis said angrily, "The chief said, how can one die in a war? If you don't go to die, would you let me go? If you don't go, you will not kill me? Before the chief kills me, I will kill you first."

Speaking of this, Captain Jarvis snatched a rifle from a "Stand Security Army" soldier next to him and fired a shot at the soldiers who had run back halfway through. He shot a splash at the feet of a soldier.

So a few soldiers turned around and prepared to walk inside.

"Call them back." The British officer suddenly said, "It's indeed very dangerous here. There is no need to let our soldiers take such dangers for a few villagers."

"Yes, yes..." Captain Jarvis quickly nodded and said, "It's still kind to the sir! The sir is such a good person!"

Then Captain Jarvis turned around and shouted to the black dogs who were still standing in the mud and water: "Come up, come up, thank you for your great kindness, if it weren't for your kindness..."

Several black dogs quickly brought ashore with mud, and Captain Jarvis brought them to thank the British commander.

A few black dogs covered in mud stood forward, and a stinking smell came to their noses. Before they could speak, the British commander took a step back and said, "Get out!"

"Thank you, sir, don't you get out!" Captain Jarvis said quickly.

At this time, the two black dogs trapped inside came from the swamp, "Captain, captain... I'll help you to help you, for the sake of... I'll help you to help you to help you..."

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

"Sir, these two people are not alive. They are trapped in and cannot be saved. Why don't we give them a good time and leave."

"No, why can't I save it? I'll get a rope, put it on them, and then pull it with a horse, and I don't believe it can't be pulled out."

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

"Captain, this will lead to death." The subordinate reminded in a low voice.

"Do you think I don't know?" Captain Jarvis also replied in a low voice, "Anyway, I'm dead. It's rare that the sir is interested, so please make the sir happy... Do you know?"

"I know. As long as the sir, please be happy, please don't worry about their death..."

So... the bodies of the two unlucky guys were finally dragged out.

...

On the other side, the First Division of the Irish Independence Army was using a swamp passage to quietly jump out of the British army's iron wall to encircle. Then, in addition to leaving a group of small troops responsible for the guarding, the entire division was moving quickly towards the vicinity of Dublin.

Of course, the goal of the First Division was not to conquer Dublin. Even if the rear of the British army was empty, the rear was empty. Dublin was definitely not something that less than a thousand people in the First Division could take. The goal of the First Division was the series of troops stations near Dublin.

These military stations were the strongholds that the British controlled rural areas near Dublin, and were also the key points for the storage and transfer of British troops used to support the mobilization operation during this sweep. If these targets were eliminated, the British army would not be able to stay in the base area or for a long time.

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

Commander Joyce's first goal was the Hunyanggangzi Bing Station. This troop station is one of the important nodes in supporting the British army's logistics. If it is destroyed, the logistics efficiency of the entire British army's "slaughter force" will be reduced by at least one third.

Since this node is so important, of course, it is relatively more tightly prepared. However, according to the information obtained by reconnaissance, the British obviously did not realize that they would become the target of the attack, and many things about defense are doing superficial things.

Moreover, if it were in the past, there were 500 British troops stationed in this military station, equipped with six cannons, plus trenches, high walls and other things, which were indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack. But now, the British troops in the brigade have been transferred to the base area, and the defenders here have become less than 100 British troops, and more than 200 "security troops", and the garrison forces have been greatly weakened.

Because of the heavy responsibility of transporting materials, a large number of Irish migrant workers who have been forced to be collected every day have to go in and out here. It can be said that there are so many loopholes here that I feel embarrassed to say there are loopholes.

A group of scouts sent by Joyce put on a high imitation British uniform provided by the French and dressed as British troops who came to collect supplies. At the entrance to the military station, they asked a guy in a captain's uniform to drag a British lieutenant there to chat, and then asked another guy in a lieutenant's uniform to slap a black dog who was about to come up and check their documents carefully. The black dog was beaten twice like a top, and then had to get up from the ground, and nodded and apologized to the "supervisor" with two clear slaps. So they entered the military station smoothly.

The next thing was particularly simple. When the main force of the First Division approached, whether it was the British or the Black Dogzi, they thought it was their own troops. They never expected that they would encounter such a brigade of "Irish rebels" in this place. In addition, there was a team of "rebels" who had infiltrated in the military station, and these rebels were now arguing with a captain and company commander of the British army stationed on the "instructions given to them by their superiors".

When the main force of the First Division continued to approach, someone noticed something was wrong and asked. Then the clever British man was shot and the sky spirit cover was blown off. In the military station, with the gunshot, the garrison commander was shot and killed by the "colleague" who was quarreling with him. At the same time, the scouts began to shoot at the enemy or throw small melons. Unpredictable, the British were knocked down a large area.

In this way, the internal and external forces were in less than ten minutes. The station fell into the hands of the First Division of the Independent Army.

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Chapter completed!