Chapter 180: , Flanging (two)

Several black dogs each held a wooden stick that they didn't know where to find, and while leaning forward with the stick, they walked slowly into the swamp. Because they were afraid of sinking into the quagmire, they always pushed the sticks into the mud first, and then dared to move forward when they were hardened underneath. It took a lot of effort and a lot of time to pull out the stick every time it was inserted. As a result, after walking for a long time, these people did not get more than ten meters away.
　　 "Bastard stuff!" The British officer was furious. He jumped off his horse, drew his revolver, and walked to the water. The officer of the "Security Army" bowed his waist, smiled flatly, and followed him.
　　 "Sir, sir, what is your order?"
　　 The British officer said with fire: "The person who told you to stop dragging, go ahead! Otherwise, I'll let someone shoot!"
"Yes, yes, the little one understands, the little one understands." The officer of the "security army" nodded and bowed repeatedly, then he turned around and shouted at the black dogs who were still trembling forward. : "The sir said, you are too slow! Go ahead quickly! If you continue to linger like this, I will let people shoot..."
　　 The black dogs in front of them are still "drilling".
　　 "Bastard!" the British officer scolded. He turned around and prepared to let his soldiers prepare to shoot.
The officer of the "security army" looked at it and hurriedly shouted: "Don't drag yourself, sir, sir, he's going to shoot! I can tell you, sir, that is a good guy who kills people and doesn't spit out bones, he... …"
　　 Before the words fell, the soldiers of the "security army" immediately threw the sticks and ran forward...
　　 "This group of rabbits..." The officer of the "Security Army" shook his head, turned around, and nodded to the British officer with a waist, giving a thumbs up, "Sir, you still have a way!"
　　 "You Irish are all bitches! You won't move the whip until you hit your butt!" the British officer said with contempt.
　　 "Yes, yes, what the chief said is! They are Irish people, they are all bastards, and they don't know how to work without a whip!" The officer of the "security army" nodded in agreement.
　　 "TMD," the British officer said, "you said'their Irish', aren't you Irish?"
　　 "Look at what you said, how could I be Irish? Sir, look at my body, it is indeed an Irish body, but my heart is a heart loyal to the United Kingdom..."
　　The British army officer said: "Captain Jarvis, I really didn't expect..."
　　 was talking, but heard a long scream from the front: "Ah...help...help...please, please help brother, help brother..."
　　 Everyone looked over there, but saw one, no, half of a black dog had been sunk in the mud, and the water had gone to his chest.
A few black dogs next to 　　 all hurriedly stepped aside, but another black dog stepped on a crooked foot, and then also shouted, "For the sake of the United Kingdom, give me a hand".
But the "United Kingdom" is obviously not convincing. Moreover, it is not easy for people who are trapped in the mud to get out. Don't say that the whole person is trapped in the mud, even if it is just a foot in the mud that is no more than a knee. It takes a lot of effort to pull it out. Let's talk about the black dogs in the "security army", don't look at the "brothers" and "brothers" between each other all day long, but this kind of "brothers", just listen. At this time, who cares about "brothers"?
　　 So the remaining few people turned their heads and ran back. It's just that the British governor is unhappy now.
　　 "Don't run back! Go back, go back! Otherwise, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu represents the United Kingdom, and shoot you!" Captain Jarvis drew out his pistol and fired a shot in the sky.
　　 Hearing the shot, several black dogs stopped, and one of them cried: "Captain, you can spare us. Go ahead, it's really killing people..."
"Asshole!" Captain Jarvis said angrily. "The sir said, how can there be undead in the war? If you don't die, let me go? If you don't go, the sir will not kill me? The sir killed me. Before, Lao Tzu killed you first."
　　 At this point, Captain Jarvis snatched a rifle from a soldier next to him, and fired a shot at the soldiers who had returned halfway. A spray was shot on the foot of a soldier.
　　 So a few soldiers turned around again, ready to go inside.
　　 "Call them back." The British officer said suddenly, "It's really dangerous here. It's not okay for our soldiers to take such a risk for a few villagers."
　　 "Yes, yes..." Captain Jarvis quickly nodded and bowed, "Or the chief is kind! The chief is really nice!"
　　 Then Captain Jarvis turned his head and shouted at the black dogs who were still standing in the muddy water: "Come up, come up, thank you for the great kindness of the chief, if it weren't for the goodness of the chief..."
　　 A few black dogs hurried to the shore with mud all over, and then Captain Jarvis took them to thank the British commander.
　　 A few black dogs covered in mud came forward, and a stinky smell came. Before they could speak, the British commander took a step back and said, "Go away!"
　　 "Thank you sir, let's get out of here!" Captain Jarvis said quickly.
At this time, from the swamp came the shouts of the two black dogs who were trapped inside: "Captain, Captain...Brothers, for the sake of..., Brothers... "
　　 "Captain Jarvis," the British officer said, "what do you think?"
　　 "Sir, these two people have a bad life. They are stuck and can't be saved. Or let's give them a happy one and leave."
　　 "Nonsense, why can't it be saved? Get a rope, put it around them, and pull it with a horse. I don't believe it can't be pulled out."
　　 "Sir Renyi, let's do this!" Captain Jarvis said, and then he turned his head and said to his hands, "Go get two ropes."
　　 "Captain, pulling like this will drag people to death." The subordinate reminded him quietly.
　　 "Do you think I don't know?" Captain Jarvis also replied in a low voice, "Anyway, it's dead. It's rare for the chief to be interested, so the chief is happy...you know?"
　　 "I see. The sir is happy, let them die..."
　　 So... the two hapless bodies were finally dragged out.
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　　 On the other side, the First Division of the Irish Independence Army was using a swamp channel to quietly jump out of the British encirclement. Then, apart from leaving behind a small group of guards, the whole division moved quickly towards Dublin.
　　 The goal of the First Division was of course not to conquer Dublin. Even if the British army’s rear is empty, this rear emptiness is relative. Dublin is definitely not something that less than a thousand people in the First Division can win. The goal of the First Division was the series of depots near Dublin.
　　 These military depots were the bases for the British to control the countryside in the suburbs of Dublin. They were also the key points for the storage and transfer of British military supplies used to support the raid during the raid. Destroying these goals, the British army would not be able to stay in the base area, and it would not last long.
　　 According to the idea of ​​the Duke of Norfolk, these things should be quite safe in the barracks. Because all signs show that the rebels lack the ability to attack tough ones. Of course, the strength of the troops in the barracks has dropped drastically, but on the other hand, the rebels are also being attacked by the army. These military depots are located in a relatively safe rear area, and do not need much protection.
　　 Chief Joyce’s first goal was the Huangyanggangzi Soldier Station. This military station is one of the important nodes supporting the logistics of the British army. Destroying it, the logistical efficiency of the entire British "criminal forces" will be reduced by at least one third.
　　 Since this node is so important, of course, it will be relatively more prepared. However, according to the intelligence obtained by reconnaissance, the British obviously did not realize that they would become the target of the attack. Many precautions are just superficial.
　　 And if it were before, there were a total of five hundred British troops stationed in this barracks. It was also equipped with six cannons, plus trenches and high walls. It was indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack. But now, the British troops of the brigade have been transferred to "crisis" base areas. The defenders here have become less than one hundred British troops. With the addition of more than two hundred "security troops", the defensive force has also been greatly weakened.
　　Because of the heavy material transfer task, a large number of Irish migrant workers who are forcibly recruited come and go here every day. It can be said that there are so many loopholes here that I am embarrassed to call loopholes.
　　 A group of scouts sent by Joyce put on a high-fake British uniform provided by the French ~ EbookFREE.me~ pretending to be the British army 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 ensign there to chat, and then let another guy in a second lieutenant's uniform slap a man who was going to come up to check their documents. The black dog slapped a few times. The black dog was beaten like a spinning top and turned twice, and then had to get up from the ground, against the face with two clear slap prints, he nodded and bowed to the "sir" to apologize. So they entered the military station smoothly.
　　 The next thing is extraordinarily simple. When the main force of the First Division approached, whether the British or the Black Dogs, they all thought they were their own troops—they never expected that they would encounter such a large group of "Ireland" in this place. Rebel". In addition, there is already a group of "rebels" in the military station, and these rebels are now arguing with the commander of the British army stationed there-a captain company commander, over the "instructions given to them by the superior".
　　 When the main force of the First Division continued to approach, someone realized that something was wrong, and asked. Then the clever British guy was shot off the Tianling cover. In the military station, with this shot, the garrison commander was shot dead by the "colleague" who was arguing with him. At the same time, the scouts began to shoot at the enemy or throw small melons. Unprepared, the British were knocked down by a large area.
　　 In this way, the inside and outside should be combined, but about ten minutes. This military station fell into the hands of the First Division of the Independence Army.
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