The steam sailing ship lowered its sails plunged headlong into the raging waves of darkness. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info the raging sea is like a prehistoric monster trying to struggle out of an impassable swamp, struggling desperately there. The high waves of the sea like a hill crashed heavily against the hull, and the white spray of the night sky fell like a waterfall on the deck under the force of the night wind.

The storm filled the whole sea with a lifeless groan of pain, the waves crashing against the waves, the waves rolling against the ships, and the sailboats desperately fighting against the angry waves, against the power of the sea.

Finally, after a night of storms, the sea was calm again. In the early morning, the morning sun shines through the eastern mist and shimmers on the calm waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The unflagged sailboat had raised its sails again, and the captain at the stern, his eyes bloodshot and his arms aching, had paid the price of running the ship himself in the course of fighting the storm. The sailors on board had blood on their hands from the ropes, but most of them would sit on the side of the ship, smoke cigarettes, and look happily at the calm sea.

On the side of the ship, there were soldiers in khaki uniforms, both Oriental and European, who immediately began to enjoy the quiet morning after a night of storms.

An officer's gaze scanned the deck, which was full of soldiers, smoking cigarettes, playing cards, and breathing in the fresh air, as if they had forgotten the seasickness, vomiting, and even crying of the storm last night, and had recovered from it.

Many of them have smiles on their faces.

This is very good, no one could laugh last night, originally he was worried that these soldiers would not be able to recover their energy today, but now it seems that this worry is superfluous, and today is very heavy.

Why is it important today?

Because according to the voyage, they will land on the night today!

What will greet them? Is it a resister? Or the British army? Nothing is mentioned in the intelligence, this is an adventure!

But any adventure comes at the cost of life!

"Hey! Sir, you're tired! ”

Walking to Lin Shujie's side, Jason said to him loudly with a smile.

"You go and rest for a while, I'm here!"

The words of the commander of the First Regiment of the Irish Republican Army made Lin Shujie shake his head, and he looked at Jason and said.

"Who can fall asleep?"

Looking at the tranquil sea, Lin Shujie said with a serious expression,

"I'm going to land tonight, what will happen after landing? Will we be the other Jean? Hubbard? ”

Jean in his mouth? Hubbard was a French soldier, he led a group of 1,000 soldiers to land in Clara, County Mayo, in the west of Ireland, they distributed weapons to the Irish peasants who supported them, just this small number of 1,000 Frenchmen, four times repelled the attack of the local garrison of the British army, and even once repelled several times the number of British attacks, these French captured 11 British guns, on these 1,000 French warriors went straight into the heart of Ireland, and made several troubles, Attracted almost all the attention of the British troops stationed in Ireland, these 1,000 French people engaged in mobile warfare, and the British army in Ireland was dizzy, and in the end the local governor had to ask London for help, "Send reinforcements quickly, send as many as you want!" ”

General Hubbard and his French volunteers were far more conspicuous in this chase than their British enemies. Although Hubbard won a miraculous victory at Casterburg, the previous Irish rebellion had failed, and although Hubbard recruited some local Irish troops, Sir Cornwallis's superior army of 26,000 men was approaching, and Hubbard's forces were too much to match, and he was forced to abandon the capture of Casterburg and implement a strategic shift. He had intended to move to Ulster, now divided by Northern Ireland and the Republic of Ireland, but after he had routed a British army in Colony, he heard that there had been another rebellion in Westminster and Longford, so he decided to join the new rebels there. The road to Dublin had been completely blocked by Cornwallis's army, and there was no way out, so Hubbard decided to hold on to Balinamke on the border between Longford and Litrim, and the Battle of Balinamke broke out.

This battle was absolutely unfavorable to the French from the beginning, behind the French was General Lack's 14,000 men, and on the right was Cornwallis's 15,000 men, at the beginning of the battle, the French were completely helpless in the face of the overwhelming majority of the British artillery attacks, and the British army was followed by the impact of cavalry, and the French resistance lasted for about half an hour, and Hubbert had no choice but to ask his subordinates to give up resistance. The British paid a very small price to finally pacify these French who had been making trouble for a month, and Hubbard and other French soldiers were treated decently as soldiers, but most of the rebellious Irish were mercilessly slaughtered by the British army.

"Lieutenant Colonel, the circumstances are different, the French came too late at that time, we had just started an uprising, the uprising had just been suppressed, and when the French arrived in Ireland, there was simply no one to organize to support them, but now, believe me, when we got there, the whole of Ireland was full of our people! All we need is to light the flame of resistance......"

As an intelligence officer, his task is to lead this "volunteer army" of less than 1,000 people and the Irish Republican Army of more than 2,000 people, to ignite the flame of resistance in Ireland, they carry a large number of weapons, after arriving in Ireland, they can recruit local peasants, resisters, and then build an army to launch uprisings throughout Ireland, so as to open up a battlefield in Britain and further limit the power of the British.

If all goes well, when they gain a foothold in Ireland, the army will send reinforcements to Ireland, and at that point, Ireland will be the main battlefield.

"It is only in Ireland that the British will lose their home advantage, where every Irish will be our ally, not an enemy......"

Is the judgment of the General Staff Intelligence Directorate accurate?

Lin Shujie didn't know, but he knew that maybe in a dozen hours, everything would not be clear again, and when the time came, they would land in Ireland, and whether the people there were allies or enemies, everything would be unfolded in front of their eyes at that time.

The shrill and piercing cries of the seagulls echoed across the surface of the sea as usual. In the evening, the sun in the west dyed the sea and the sky red, and the sea and sky were red. On this fishing wharf, facing the harbor, there is a gravel road and a few white houses with mottled walls, separated by unmowed weeds growing out of the dry sand. In this seaside village, dilapidated houses are propped up with wooden sticks, walls are covered with broken plaster, and the village is full of ragged people. The famine of ten years ago, even now, still seems like a lingering shadow that has been hanging over the people here, although the famine is gone, but the painful memories have always been buried in the hearts of the people, and each of them has a simple dream - to leave here, to leave this place where they may starve to death.

Of course, this requires saving enough money! Save enough money to buy a ticket to the New World!

It's the dream of countless Irish, but only a few are able to make it come true. But even so, people still longed, after all, it was impossible to make a living by farming for the English landlords, and for now, they were only barely making ends meet, and when the famine came again, only death awaited them.

For now, make do with it! It's better to have two potatoes to eat than not to starve to death.

However, in this seaside town, there were no landowners from England or Scotland, not because the English were kind, but because more than a hundred years ago, the British took all the land of Ireland's 26 counties, and the land-deprived Catholics had to move to the more barren province of Connaught, west of the Shannon River, where they were exiled to the most inhospitable corners of their country, but even so the British did not spare them, and the old Irish landowners had gone bankrupt in the past few decades. Capitalists from England and Scotland took over those fertile lands and expelled the peasants from the land, turning farmland into pasture. The Irish were left with more barren land, and the seaside town could not even be used for pasture, with only a few potatoes to harvest, and for the people here, they had to fish from the sea for their livelihood. It is precisely because it is so barren that there are no English here.

Towards evening, Dr. Jeffrey, the only doctor in town, woke up from his sleep, blinking and adjusting his gaze as he lay on his recliner. At this time, he could not hear any sound, even the seagulls on the sea were quiet, and the sound of the waves seemed to have disappeared.

Jeffrey looked at the empty wine glasses and half a bottle of whiskey on the small table next to his chair. It was an improvement - at least no one had stolen his whiskey while he was asleep. Even as a doctor, he can only drink the cheapest alcohol to forget the past until there is no more pain. Forget forever, forget the ......

It's over!

He had been here since the failed uprising 14 years ago, his friends had died in that uprising, and he now even wondered why he hadn't joined it. Is it because the insurgent's power is too weak, or is it because he himself is too cowardly?

But now, what's the point of regretting?

In that uprising, he lost his best friend, and since then he has banished himself here, to this barren bay.

"At least, here is the Irish ......"

With this muttering to himself, Jeffrey stood up from his chair and staggered to the front of the hallway, propping up his thin body. He then closed his eyes to block out the sunlight, then squinted at the movement in the street.

Just then a horse-drawn carriage passed in front of him, it was Uncle Ecke's carriage.

"Hey, doctor, the ship has docked, they must have harvested the best seafood, would you like to go and try it together?"

Of course, Jeffrey would not refuse, this was probably the only place in this village that made him nostalgic, sitting in the carriage, they soon came to the port, and the breeze blowing on the sea made Jeffrey's whole body feel cool.

The wharf in the bay was so narrow that even the English tax collector did not notice it, provided that the fifteen pounds tax was paid on time each month, of course. As for smuggling, the British need not worry even more, because the UK has eliminated tariffs and implemented zero tariffs. But more than a decade ago, there were still British customs officials, and now, with the disappearance of customs duties, there is no smuggling, and English officials have naturally disappeared.

"Doctor, you see, this is the freshest ......"

Just as Jeffrey walked to the dock and Jack was about to share his harvest with him, Jeffrey's eyes were fixed on the entrance to the bay, looking there without blinking.

"So, what's that?"

Looking in the direction of Jeffrey's finger, Jack and many others saw that it was a flotilla, a flotilla of more than a dozen ships, all of them lowering their sails, but speoting soot from the chimneys.

"Is it the English?"

In his astonishment, Geoffrey vaguely saw the flag of the leading ship, which was a tricolor, obviously, it was not the flag of the British, it was ......

Green, White, Orange ......

Looking at the flag, it may have been unfamiliar to others, but Jeffrey remembered that the night before his friend's departure, he had painted this flag with a brush, a flag based on the French tricolor, which belonged to Ireland!

Like the St. Patri's Cross flag, although that flag is unknown, who are they? Why is this flag waving?

While Jeffrey and the others were amazed, several small boats were approached by the larger boats, and the boats were getting closer and closer, and at last, the people on the dock saw clearly that the people on board were a group of soldiers with weapons in their hands, but the people on the dock were not frightened, but they looked at the soldiers with a strange look, and looked at the flag held in the hand of one of them, which was a St. Patri's Cross.

"Hey, I said brothers, why don't you speak?"

Frank, who was holding the St. Patrick's Cross flag in his hand, looked at the jaw-dropping people on the dock with a big smile on his face and shouted as he watched his compatriots.

"Don't you see this banner in my hand? Brothers, you must be wondering who we are? Hey, can't you see it yet? We are the IRA, the army of the Irish! ”

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