Chapter 167: Peace and Business (5)
When the British troops stationed in Dublin arrived at the Governor's Mansion, the despicable attackers had already disappeared. The mansion was in ruins, littered with bodies in all directions. As the soldiers began to clear the bodies, several explosions occurred - the attackers had planted booby traps near the corpses. For instance, there were fine wires attached to the belts of the bodies, connected to landmines. There were also several such devices behind doors and windows.
As a result, the arriving British troops were killed or injured by a dozen or so more explosions, causing everyone to become terrified while they continued to search the area.
The British soldiers cautiously approached the entrance to the Governor's office. The office's mahogany door was slightly ajar, and it seemed like the owner was still inside. They exchanged uneasy glances, afraid to push the door open, not knowing if it would explode upon doing so.
"Um, does anyone have something long?" an officer asked.Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)
"I remember there's a half of a flagpole over there," a soldier shouted, "I'll go fetch it."
The soldier went outside and, moments later - "Boom!"
"Captain, Captain, Jim's dead!"
"Damn it!" The captain angrily threw his hat to the ground. "Harry, go to the neighboring houses and requisition a clothesline pole."
A small soldier quickly complied and returned with several clothesline poles.
"Lieutenant, we have a few clothesline poles here. Let's connect them; it'll be safer."
"Good idea! Sharp lad!" the captain praised.
A group of them skillfully connected the clothesline poles, and the captain waved his hand. Everyone silently stepped back. The captain lay on the ground and extended the nearly ten-meter-long pole, carefully pushing the door open. The door opened quietly without any explosion.
The captain angrily rose to his feet, suddenly experiencing the painful and infuriating feeling of his intelligence being trampled, thinking of Jim, who had been killed earlier for fetching the broken flagpole.
However, despite his anger, the captain reminded himself to remain calm; otherwise, they might fall into a trap.
He carefully approached the door, peered inside, and saw a naked, obese corpse hanging under the crystal chandelier in the middle of the office. The captain recognized this body as the Duke of Bedford, the governor!
"This is a big problem!" the captain thought, "I wonder how many people will lose their heads over this incident..."
"I can't believe they all managed to hide underground!" Lieutenant Tarleton muttered. "Dismount, and let's find those scoundrels!"
The cavalry dismounted, and a soldier kicked open a door of a dilapidated house, then - "Boom!"
"Don't enter the house! Set it on fire, burn down the buildings!" Lieutenant Tarleton shouted.
Someone went to the woodpile to prepare to burn the houses, and then they stepped on something - "Boom!" They suddenly had a boot with a foot still inside right in front of them.
At that moment, a gunshot rang out from the distance, and a soldier fell to the ground.
"Insurgents! Insurgents over there!" Lieutenant Tarleton drew his command sword and pointed to the left. Everyone turned to look, and they saw a figure holding a rifle, running toward them.
The cavalrymen began to shoot at the figure, but their guns were ineffective at a distance and their aim was off. So, several of them mounted their horses, drew their sabers, and galloped after the person, and then - "Boom!"
At the same time, several gunshots rang out from another direction.
"Insurgents, insurgents over there!"
A soldier rushed to a corner to avoid the insurgents' gunfire, but then - "Boom!"
Bullets were coming from all directions. However, the insurgents had limited firepower, but their shots caused "Boom" after "Boom." This inflicted significant casualties on the British troops as they tried to evade the gunfire or chase after the insurgents. This continuous "Boom" led to more casualties.
Lieutenant Tarleton realized that if they continued like this, he would only suffer further losses. Additionally, it was getting dark, and with nightfall, who knew how many insurgents would...
Suddenly, an unidentified individual took the initiative, and everyone joined in singing a rhythmic, uplifting song they had learned in their training camp in Toulon:
"Bury the landmines, take up your guns,
Lay out a battlefield far and wide.
Definitely eliminate the invaders,
Arm ourselves to defend our homeland..."
