It's good to say that the French government pays for it, the money is given quickly, and the starting price is negotiated very easily. Do you know what are the characteristics of French government procurement? It's just that you only choose the expensive one, don't do the right one, even if it's a coffee cup, you have to buy the most expensive one. As long as you dare to put the price on it, even if you set a price of 1,500 francs, they will dare to buy it. But when things are cheaper, they are not happy, because it is difficult to keep accounts.

In contrast, the Poles are much more stingy, buying a revolver, a simple version without rifling, a "little melon", a civilian version without a groove, a mine, and even more so only a fuse, not even explosives, preferring to go back and chisel the stone themselves.

Boatloads of weapons were sent to Ireland, and members of the Irish Resistance came to France to train in special operations.

The French government is quick to pay for it, but they are also eager to see the effects of their investments. And they wanted to see something very powerful. Only then will there be sufficient reasons to invest more.

On the morning of May 7, 1797, as the sun rose, Dublin City gradually woke up in the sunlight as usual. Gradually, there were more people on the streets. In the square in front of the Governor's Palace, the British army was changing their guards as usual, and in the Governor's Palace, Governor Anderson Russell, Duke of Bedford, was listening to the report of Sheriff Darcy.

"Are you saying that there are some rebels who are active, and that they may have received help from France?"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Governor, some time ago our patrol found some traces of fire under some cliffs on the west coast. In some cases, a large number of footprints can be found on the nearby beach. Your Excellency the Governor, we believe that these fires were used to communicate with ships at night and at sea, and these footprints indicate that either many people have come ashore here, or many things have come ashore here. As you know, Your Excellency the Governor, there is nothing in Ireland that is vital to France and needs to be smuggled into strategic goods, so I suspect that the French are secretly helping the rebels. ”

"Darcy," said the Duke of Bedford, "I have just noticed that you have found traces of fires and sometimes footprints under 'some cliffs.'" In other words, someone is secretly doing something illegal at night, and you suspect that it is related to those rebels, so what action have you taken? ”

"Mr. Governor, the soldiers are very resistant to moving at night. Traveling to these areas at night is not safe and prone to accidents. Darcy replied.

"What accident? Was it attacked? Duke Bedford's eyebrows twitched.

"Yes, Your Excellency, you know that security in those places has not been very good."

"These damn Irish. Well, I know that this situation is not a day or two, and I can't say that the blame is all on you. Well, Darcy, what help did you expect from me in reporting these things to me? ”

"I feel that to curb this situation, we must rely on the power of the navy." "I know, if the French were doing the tricks, they would be using those clippers." Under normal circumstances, our warships would not be able to intercept these ships. But I think they always have to stop when they are loading and unloading goods. If our navy can show up at this time, maybe we will be able to catch them. ”

"Darcy, you're right." For Darcy, who is also a British nobleman, Duke Bader has always been very kind, and many times, he treats this young man as his own nephew, "Actually, Haiphong is already doing such things." It's just that the coastline is too long, and their manpower is limited, so they have not gained much. ”

"So, Your Excellency the Governor, can you increase the number of ships? Let the Navy ...... too"

"Darcy, I told you a long time ago that you have to think about the whole picture, not just look at the things under your nose. Do you want to stay where you are forever? ”

"Your Excellency the Governor......"

"Darcy, you know that now the Spaniards have fallen over to the side of the French. Our navy, the superiority over the enemy's navy is no longer very great, and in order to limit French trade, our cruisers are also to cruise off the coast of France. Although they could not intercept the French clippers, the number of French clippers was also limited, so they effectively suppressed the French maritime capacity. If the cruiser forces are mobilized, the impact of the restoration of the French maritime forces will have to be taken into account. If the main fleet is to be used, it is necessary to consider what will happen to the fleets of the French and Spaniards. Anyway, it's ......"

The two were talking, but suddenly there was a loud noise outside.

The entire Governor's Palace shook with a loud bang, and the glass on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the office shattered to the ground in an instant. Although the chair on which the Duke of Bedford was sitting pressed such a big fat man as the Duke, it also jumped high all of a sudden. Darcy, who was standing there, sat down on the ground with his feet limp. On the ceiling, dust also fell down. The Duke's desk and the Duke's hair were covered with dust.

"What's going on? What's going on? The Duke of Bedford stood up with his hands on the armrests of his chair.

"I'll take a look......" Darcy got up from the ground as well.

At this time, from the direction of the gate, a series of gunshots were heard.

"It's a rebel!" Darcy immediately made such a judgment, and drew his pistol and headed in the direction of the front door. The Duke of Bedford took off his wig, shook off the dust, and straightened his appearance.

The gunfire outside became more intense, and after a while, there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and Darcy slammed open the door and rushed in: "Your Excellency the Governor, Your Excellency the Governor, you must leave immediately, the rebels have rushed in, we can't stop it!" ”

"What?" Duke Bedford's hand shook, and the wig he had just put back on fell to the ground again......

Let's turn back the clock a little bit. While the Duke of Bedford was still instructing Darcy to look at things from a higher vantage point, a beautifully decorated four-wheeled carriage slowly appeared in the square outside the Doge's Palace.

These large carriages, drawn by four large horses, were not uncommon in Dublin, and their owners were usually big names from England. The carriage gradually approached the Doge's Palace, slowing down slowly, as if preparing to stop for questioning by the guards.

Gradually, the carriage came to the gate of the governor's palace, stopped, and several guards came up to greet him, ready to come up and ask questions. But at this moment, the carriage suddenly exploded.

The stolen wagon was loaded with a full hundred and fifty kilograms of nitrocellulose starch. Driven and controlled by an Irish warrior determined to die for his country. The cartload of explosives blew up the soldiers who surrounded them, as well as the entire gate of the Doge's Palace and the barracks of the guards near the gate.

With the explosion, some of the people who had been wandering far away suddenly pulled out their revolvers and Bonaparte melons hidden in their clothes and rushed towards the Doge's Palace.

The guard camp in the Doge's Palace was right next to the gate, which caused many of the guards to be killed or seriously injured in the initial explosion, and almost half of the entire defense force of the Doge's Palace was wiped out, and to make matters worse, the defense in front of the Doge's Palace was almost completely wiped out by the explosion.

With a revolver in each hand, Sean stormed the Doge's palace first. A British soldier who was dizzy from the explosion was struggling to get up from the ground. Sean didn't say a word, just shot the unlucky guy down, and continued to rush inside.

A group of Irish revolutionaries rushed inside after him, shooting at anyone else who could move, whether he was a soldier or a waiter, a man or a woman.

Occasionally, a few soldiers from farther away shot at them, but they were quickly knocked to the ground by dozens of revolvers, or small melons that flew from somewhere. These people simply could not stop the advance of the Irish.

Darcy fled with Duke Bedford towards the back door, and just as they ran closer to the back door, the sound of a revolver and the explosion of a Bonape melon could be heard from the back door.

Darcy fled with the Duke to a drainage ditch. This gutter leads through the fence and to the outside. Now the water in the gutter is shallow and seems to be able to drill out of here.

"Your Excellency, the situation is urgent, we must get out of here." Darcy said.

"I'll come first!" The Duke of Bedford didn't care about the aristocracy at this time, he knew how much the Irish bandits hated him, and what would happen if he fell into the hands of these thugs.

Duke Bedford was the first to jump into the gutter, get down and crawl outside. But he was a little too fat, and he got stuck halfway through the climb.

"Darcy, Darcy, come and push me!" Duke Bedford shouted.

Then he heard someone jump into the ditch from behind, and then he felt a push on his ass, and then ...... He was stuck tighter.

"Harder, harder! Yes...... That's it, Darcy, hard, hard! Duke Bedford shouted as he endured the sharp pain in his body.

However, at this moment, there were suddenly a few gunshots, and then the Duke of Bedford felt the thrust on his ass disappear, and he knew that it was not good, so he quickly redoubled his own efforts and struggled outward, and with such an effort, he seemed to go forward a little more, and the widest belly seemed to have finally crossed the narrow opening...... But just then, several hands grabbed his feet......