Velfort and the others waved their oars, and the boat, dragging a string of boxes, crept close to the shore. In the light of the fire under the cliff, he saw several people approaching.

"Cut off a head." Humanity over there.

"Grow two heads." Villefort replied.

The code matched, so the people on both sides quickened their pace to meet them, and a pair of hands were clasped tightly together:

"Comrade, I've finally waited for you!"

"Comrades, we are too late to make you suffer!"

"It's not too late, it's not too late, it's good to come, it's good to come!"

After a few words, they dragged the pontoons that were towed behind the boat ashore.

"How's it going? What about the morale of the team? Villefort asked, dragging a heavy box ashore with a skinny resistance fighter next to him.

"Morale is not an issue, we all think about revenge and can't sleep at night. It's just that most of the experienced comrades died in the previous battles, and now many of them don't even know how to shoot. ”

The resistance fighter's voice was crisp, and he seemed to be a child.

Villefort asked, "Can you drag it?" Very heavy. At the same time, he added a lot of strength to his hand.

The little man seemed to feel that he was being doubted and slighted, so he stepped up his strength. The two men dragged the box to the fire. By the light of the fire, Villefort could see clearly the appearance of the "comrade" who had been dragging the box with him just now—thin and small, with only a slight trace of fluff on the lips, and he looked to be twelve or thirteen years old at most.

By this time another large man dragged a larger box to the fire, and by the light of the fire Villefort recognized it as an Irish friend whom he had known from his previous time in Toulon.

"Kevin!" Villefort shouted.

"Arnoldier! I didn't expect it to be you! When I dragged the box over just now, I looked at your back and felt like it. Haha, it's great to work with you again! Kevin gave Villefort a bear hug so hard that he almost lost his breath.

"Alright, Kevin, let go of me, I'm not a little girl!"

Kevin let go of Villefort.

"Glenn and Jeff, how are they?" Villefort asked again.

Kevin was silent, and some bad premonition suddenly appeared in Villefort's heart.

"All sacrificed, not so long ago." Kevin whispered.

At this time, the boy saw that they were talking there, and saw two other people coming with boxes in tow, so he also went to help. Villefort then asked Kevin, "How did you get such a small child into the ranks?" ”

"Ugh......" Kevin sighed.

The child, who had sharp ears, heard this, and turned around and said, "What is the matter with the child?" Can't a child seek revenge on the British? When the British killed the Irish, didn't they kill the children? ”

"This is Glenn's younger brother, and he is the only one left in the family." Kevin said.

Villefort gazed at the child's immature face, and in that face there was indeed a glimpse of Glenn's outline.

"Although Xie Ao is small, he is very clever and capable, and he is a qualified little warrior." Kevin added.

"If you can get rid of that 'small', I'll be glad to hear it." The child muttered, then turned to help someone else haul the box.

"It's almost dawn, we need to hurry." Villefort looked at the sky, and then said to Kevin.

Before daybreak, they brought up all the boxes, loaded them into ox carts, and left the coast.

In a village near a swamp, Welfort and fighters from the rebuilt County Kirkenshire guerrilla brigade distributed weapons together. The county brigade was rebuilt after the last sweep, and now there are about 80 people, which is not less than before. According to Kevin, if you just expand the team, you can easily pull more people now.

"We don't have many veterans here, though. Most of the veteran team members either died when they blocked the British and covered the transfer of the masses, or they died when they led everyone to hide in the swamp. Now the veterans, including me, are me, Elliott, and West. For the rest, almost nothing. Their training, you really have to count on you. Okay, the people are almost here, and I still have some business, so I'll leave it to you here. Kevin said, standing up.

By this time, the people had already gathered. Villefort stood up and began to introduce the new warriors to the various weapons he had brought. Kevin, on the other hand, went out with a few villagers, carried some wooden stakes, and went to the swamp.

Villefort was also an experienced instructor, but this time, the quality of the cadets was still a headache for him. To add insult to injury, most of these fellows knew neither French nor English, only Irish. Although Villefort learned some Irish by surprise, and Kevin left West to help him, it was still very inconvenient.

For example, when a fool turns the fuse of a mine upside down, Villefort jumps up in anger and tries to scold the guy, but when he opens his mouth, he discovers a serious problem - he doesn't know how to curse in Irish. So he scolded the guy in French, and then looked at West.

West spread his hands towards Villefort, "I'm sorry, Arnoldier, you spoke too quickly, and there are some places that I didn't hear clearly, and—some words, I don't know how to translate." Well...... All in all......"

West turned to the guy: "Instructor Villefort thinks you're a fool!" ”

So West used this succinct sentence to translate all the sarcasm and swearing that lasted more than a minute.

But these fools are very serious about learning. Villefort taught them skills, and their mastery was often poor that day, but in general, by the next day, Villefort would notice a noticeable improvement in their mastery. Because they'll use all the time they can to practice. Soon after, Villefort discovered another problem of his own, that is, not only the obvious lack of vocabulary for scolding, but also the vocabulary for praise.

During this time, these new fighters learned pistol and rifle shooting, laying mines, setting up all kinds of mines, as well as all kinds of earthwork and all kinds of explosives techniques here in Villefort.

Almost a month later, the emergency training of the county brigade came to an end, and now it was time to learn.

During the month, the British were not idle. The British basically completed the popularization of the "certificate of good citizenship" in the cities, organized a relatively strict armor protection system, and established military stations and strongholds in some areas close to the cities.

In an era when there were no radios and no machine guns, it was impossible for a squad of soldiers to control a large area with a single turret. Therefore, there could not be too few British troops stationed in each station, at least one company. But if you have to put so many people in each stronghold, then it will be too much of a drain on troops. So the British adopted a combination of authentic British troops and Irish security forces to solve the problem.

The British set up Irish security force posts in the villages near each military station and organized meetings to maintain safety and order. These Irish security force officers were responsible for conveying orders from the British, as well as collecting all kinds of money.

The British knew very well that if the power to collect money was placed in the hands of the "Irish police", these guys would certainly take this opportunity to exploit the people and enrich themselves. It may lead to widespread discontent, but, to this question, the Duke of Norfolk, the Governor of Ireland, asked: "If these 'Irish police' don't do this, are they still reliable?" ”

The Duke's meaning is very clear, that is: if an Irishman cannot get unreasonable benefits from the British, then why should he work for the British? If it's not stupid, it's an ulterior motive. Fools naturally can't ask for it, they will only mess things up, and there is no use value at all; As for the ulterior motives, or more clearly, the spies on the partisan side, shouldn't they hurry up and find a gallows to hang him up?

Therefore, if there is any Irish policeman who does not fish on the common people and does not take bribes to enrich his own pockets, then the best way to deal with it is to directly arrest and hang himself. At most, this is to kill some fools by mistake, but what is the big deal to kill a few Irish fools by mistake? The biggest side effect is that it will increase the average IQ of the Irish by a small amount.

If, on the other hand, the Irish police are predators, corrupt and corrupt, then what? This meant that they became enemies with most of the Irish, and that they had to rely on the British for everything. So, such talents are truly trustworthy.

Since we have such a judgment, we can imagine what kind of "police" in the newly formed "Irish Security Forces" are. The Federation, on the other hand, believed that in order to break the British strategy of sweeping and consolidating the cage, it was necessary to strike at these Irish scum.

Moreover, these "Irish security forces" are relatively poorly equipped and trained, and their will to fight cannot be compared with the authentic British army.

As a result, a stronghold of the "Irish Security Forces" became the first target of the new Kirkonshire County Brigade.