A few months later. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The pre-dawn Celtic seas are foggy and cold, with light winds and rough waves. Two half-new trawlers sailed side by side, adrift in the open sea for a day, and there were many catches in the hold, and the newly caught fish were still alive and kicking off, and the people on board were already dying, but the people on board did not seem to be in a hurry to return to port, the sails were completely folded, and only a faint soot was scattered from the chimney.

The sky gradually whitened, the mist slowly dissipated, and the young and strong men on the fishing boats looked to the east with eagerness. A "dark cloud" suddenly appeared in this cloudless clear sky, and it drifted from a height of 1,000 meters to the surface of the sea, and its trajectory was different from all natural phenomena. Seeing this, the crew members of the two trawlers came to the deck one after another, looking forward to watching with various emotions such as surprise, curiosity, and emotion. Under their gaze, the huge "dark cloud" finally approached the surface of the sea, and it resembled a super-huge torpedo, with a blunt and rounded head, a cross-shaped rudder at the tail, and a uniform field gray painted all around, even if it was not affixed with the Iron Cross badge, and the sensational display at the major aviation fairs had already made them another symbol of Germany.

In the lower front of the Zeppelin, the lightness of the frame pod contrasts with the huge size of the cloud, and the pilot, dressed in black leather and wearing windproof glasses, is very cool, they have already identified the joint object by light signal before they descend, and when the two trawlers have accelerated, they have already begun to throw the bundles of objects off the pods, these weighty objects are placed in simple containers, with the help of inflatable bags and floated on the sea, the respondents on the trawler only need to pick them up one by one and take them away. It eliminates the hassle of unloading cargo directly, and can also calmly deal with bad weather that prevents the airship from being stranded at low altitude and other emergencies.

After dropping the entire twenty bundles of objects, the airship crew waved at the people on the fishing boat, ending the unwarranted delivery. As it came, the torpedo-like Zeppelin rose rapidly - the plane could climb much slower than it could until technology was further developed. It eventually returned to a kilometer altitude, gracefully and calmly turning northward, heading towards the shores of Ireland, by which point the pod was devoid of half of the prohibited items.

Regardless of whether the airship pod was loaded with munitions or mail, when the 144-meter-long aerial giant appeared over Ireland, the British garrison was on the verge of a great enemy, and all barracks and forts along the way were mobilized to guard and monitor its whereabouts with manpower. A few hours later, the airship arrived in Dublin, the capital of Ireland, passing over the city centre and finally mooring at the aeronautical tower built on the north bank of the canal. With the opening of the regular route between Bremen and Dublin, Dublin residents can witness Zeppelin almost every week, and over time, they have become accustomed to this unimaginably large flying object, but the awe in their hearts has taken root, and in the eyes of many, the German Empire, with its advanced industrial technology and military power, has the power to change the world.

Under the supervision of British garrison officers and police personnel in Dublin, it took more than two hours for Gretel Case Mente Air staff to unload all the parcels from the pod, and then unpack them without exception. Typically, these parcels are privately sent from Germany to Ireland and are as large as a whole frame of pear wine, a whole camera and equipment parts, as small as optical lenses, perfumes and letters, and sometimes accompanied by one or two passengers. On the way back, the airship will be loaded with parcels sent from Ireland to Germany, often whiskey, crystal products, handmade fabrics, cheese and the like.

While the Irish hired by the airline were busy loading and unloading supplies, two airship pilots in black leather were resting in tents next to the mooring tower, and they feasted while brazenly communicating in German, although the British military officers who watched from the sidelines were prejudiced against the Germans, but the airline was nominally run by Sir Kesment, a wealthy British-Irish businessman, and all procedures were approved by the authorities, and the leasing of zeppelins and the hiring of German pilots were normal business practices, as long as there were no deviances. And they had nothing to say.

At about the same time, two trawlers slowly sailed back to Cork Bay, the estuary of several rivers, including the Leigh, Owen Boai and Barnaquera. About 10 nautical miles north from Cork Bay to Cork Harbour, the largest port in southeastern Ireland, the two fishing boats sailed west, up the Owen Boai River, past Crosshaven, and quietly into a small fishing village along the shores of the lake's open waters......

Four days later, a wagon carrying forage traveled along a rugged mountain road to a lodge near Killarney Lake. When the carriage drove into the warehouse, which was tightly windowed, the men used wooden forks to pick up the hay, unloaded two large long wooden boxes from the carts, pried them open, and took out rifles tightly wrapped in brown paper.

Under the lamplight, the metal parts of these new rifles shone with oil.

Picking up a rifle in his hand, the burly middle-aged man examined the bolt parts with skillful movements.

The crisp sound is like the pleasant sound of a musical instrument.

"Good gun!" The middle-aged man praised.

After counting, the thin young man on the side said: "With this batch, our stock is 805 rifles and 96,400 rounds of ammunition. ”

Another lean young man, who had already opened the slate leading to the secret cellar, walked towards the entrance with half a dozen rifles, and teased: "If King George knew that we had these fellows, he would not even be able to sleep!" ”

The middle-aged man replied coldly: "In that case, in less than three days, we will be able to fight against at least 4,000 British troops with 200 men." If we can hold out for a week, we will face at least 20,000 British troops. No matter how many weapons there are, it will be useless if no one uses them. ”

The thin young man continued: "Therefore, the size of our camp is still too small, it should be at least doubled in size for 400 people for military training, and after two or three cycles, we will have more than a thousand soldiers who can be put into battle." ”

The middle-aged man held almost a dozen rifles in one hand, and said as he walked, "Of course it's easy to say. If there are too many people, it is easy for a piece of information to leak out, and it is difficult for a food supply to keep up. Besides, in this situation, people who are willing to leave their families and risk being arrested by the British army to come here for a few weeks of military training are in the minority after all. The best way is to have the branches and branches organize secret military training on the spot, and the shooting of firearms can actually be carried out in reinforced cellars. ”

At this moment, the lean young man in front of him who had gone down to the cellar with half a dozen rifles in his arms just poked his head out of the entrance, and he muttered dissatisfiedly: "But our supreme leaders do not agree to do this, they may think that even if we have five or six thousand heavily armed soldiers, it is impossible to defeat the British army with artillery and cavalry with rifles." It makes me wonder why the Germans, since they can support us with rifles and bullets, can't they provide us with artillery? ”

"Can the wagon hide the cannon?" The thin young man in charge of the points asked.

"Isn't it okay to take it apart?" The lean young man retorted, "That's how they deliver machine guns to Camp Saka. ”

I only heard the middle-aged man's voice coming from the cellar: "The less you know about the Saka camp, the better. ”

The lean young man pouted at his companion and shrugged his shoulders in disapproval.

In a short time, a few men hid all the dozens of rifles brought by the wagon into the cellar. As soon as the stone slab was covered, the back door of the warehouse was knocked on by someone, and the people in the warehouse looked at each other very vigilantly, the middle-aged man raised one hand to signal his companions to be quiet, and he took out a revolver from his trouser pocket, left it sideways to the back door, and whispered: "Who?" ”

"A free soul." There was a whisper outside the door.

The middle-aged man opened the door very carefully, and two men in cloaks came in through the crack in the door, and the one in front of him rubbed his hands and trembled and said, "Hey, this damn weather is really cold!" ”

The middle-aged man leaned against the wall and looked out the door: "You came directly from the camp?" ”

The man who came in behind turned to look at him and said, "Oh yes, we went around in a big circle in the woods, and we almost didn't freeze!" ”

The middle-aged man cautiously closed the back door and said to the two of them, "Hurry up and go to the house to bake the fire and eat something hot." ”

The man in front of him lifted his cloak to reveal an angular square face, and he grinned, "What I need most now is a glass of whiskey." ”

The middle-aged man said, "It's only been a few days? The wine sent to the camp was drunk! What a horrible bunch of drunkards you are. ”

The square-faced man shook his head and said, "No way, who called it so cold in winter, there is no way to stay in the shack, and now everyone is crowded in the wooden house, shouting for wine to warm up." ”

The man who came in later was a melon seed face, with a short board head, and he continued: "The main thing is that it has been raining for several days in a row, and everyone has no dry place on their bodies, and they can't raise too big a fire, and their bodies are wet and cold, who still has the heart to train?" ”

The middle-aged man sighed helplessly.

Before leaving the warehouse, the square-faced man said to the lean young man who had been left behind to take care of the horses and wagons, "Hey, little O'Calron, we're going to leave tomorrow morning with 2,000 rounds of ammunition, and we'll help us prepare as much whiskey as we can, and we'll pray to God that you'll say goodbye to your virginity soon." ”

The lean young man sarcastically said, "Don't you all have the heart to train? What else do you want bullets for? I can go back with two barrels on my back. ”

"That's a good suggestion." The square-faced man winked at him and left with a smile.

After everyone left, only the lean young man and the thin young man in charge of counting were left in the warehouse, the two looked like brothers, and the color of their hair was similar, but the contours of their facial features had nothing in common.

"I just don't understand." The lean young man complained to his companions, "What is the difference between the Germans and the Grandtai misers who have given us a great deal of money for our activities, and so many weapons and ammunition, and yet we can only act in the most conservative manner?" ”

(Balzac's Eugenie Grandet, published in 1833)

"Don't say that." The thin young man was relieved, "The British have eyeliner everywhere, and if we suddenly buy a lot of food, medicine, and vehicles, the British will immediately be alert, and our team will need time to train." ”

"Training?" The lean young man pouted, "As far as I know, among the five secret camps of the Irish Volunteers, only the training at Saka Camp is ideal, do you know why?" Because they had a couple of German engineers there, and every German in good health had to serve, who had served in the German army for at least two years, and who knew how the army should be organized and trained. With some of their help, the training at Saka camp was impressive. ”

"Oh...... Germans, Prussians, born soldiers. The thin young man said a few words that came to mind.

The lean young man jumped into the carriage and seemed to address many people: "Thousands of years ago, the Celts were called barbarians along with the Germanic peoples, and we also have the spirit of battle flowing in our veins, we cannot bear foreign domination, we must usher in a new life in battle!" ”

The thin young man tilted his head and thought: "Then now that the Germans are helping us, it is equivalent to the cooperation of barbarians and barbarians?" ”

The lean young man waved his arms: "No, it is two fighting peoples working together against the arrogant Anglo-Saxons, the weak and incompetent Gauls, and the ignorant and greedy Slavs. ”

"The Gauls and Slavs are far away from us!" The thin young man retorted, "If we can drive out the Anglo-Saxons, we will win." ”

"Child, your idea is too superficial, even if there is no longer a British soldier standing on Irish soil, the British can still interfere with us, oppress us, and let us live in the shadow of the British king's scepter." The lean young man looked at his companion condescendingly, and pointed proudly into the distance with his right hand, "Only by getting rid of the status of the weak and stepping into the ranks of the strong can no other country dare to bully us, and can Ireland truly gain independence and freedom!" ”

The thin young man was speechless.

The lean young man continued to make an impassioned statement: "The Germans want to use our power to contain the British, this is something that anyone with eyes can see, they are afraid of being controlled by the Germans, so they only want the money and equipment of the Germans, and do not want them to help us train the army, how short-sighted is this!" The Germans want to use us, and we also want to use the Germans, so as long as it is in our own interests, why not use each other and promote each other? ”

When his companions had finished their speeches, the thin young man said, "These things do make sense, Michael O'Callen, and I think you should talk to them about them." ”

"I would love to put these thoughts in their heads, but ......," the lean young man crouched down suddenly, "John, you know, my grandmother was half German, and if I said so in front of them, they would either call me a German spy or a traitor, and I could not bear this humiliation. ”

The thin young man hesitated for a moment and said, "No, Michael, in my eyes, you are a naturally brave Irishman, and your body and soul are fighting for Ireland, and what you say is objective. If you're really worried about what they're going to say, ...... How about we write these down and write them into flyers for them to understand and judge for themselves? ”

These words gave the lean young man a new hope, and he raised his head to look at his companion: "John, well, although we are only two insignificant people, we can only do insignificant things, but if we don't do it, how do we know that it won't work?" ”

(End of chapter)