"The rivers of Ireland are salty; Because those were Irish tears. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

Amid the crackling of fireworks, to the sound of music, Mr. Morse led his daughter forward, and the neighbors congratulated Daisy and waved her gratitude with a smile. Dressed in black tweed and patent leather shoes with metal buttons, Oscar greeted the bride at the door and led her to the altar - his face was pale with nervousness and his throat was choking. Compared to him, Daisy seemed to behave naturally, generously without the slightest nervousness.

The wedding was a feast for the village, and under the auspices of the priest, the wedding ended quickly, but it was only the beginning, with Fidel playing, the wooden flute, and the organ, and the village dancing to the sound of cheerful music, and the young men and women taking the opportunity to get close to each other.

At this moment, a sudden noise came from a distance.

"Stand up, stand up, ......"

With the noise, I saw a group of Britishmen with guns in their hands, hurrying over, their faces hideous, the Enfield rifles in their hands, and the sharp bayonets stuck in the heads of the guns.

"Go over there, the man is on the left, the woman is on the right......"

The leading British officer shouted loudly, holding a revolver in his hand, and as he shouted, the British soldiers pushed the people at the banquet like wolves.

"It's all good people here......"

Oscar shouted loudly, trying to tell the Englishmen that there were no enemies of theirs.

"Stand against the wall, everyone, hurry up and ......"

But no one would listen to him, and the British, dressed in red uniforms, shouted loudly, shoved the men attending the banquet, and struck the slower ones with the butts of their guns, and pointed their guns at the people standing by the wall.

"Don't move!"

The British soldier with his gun shouted loudly.

"Look at what, let's go!"

At this time, Oscar no longer cared about the overturned table and the food on the table, he just shouted loudly.

"It's all good people, really, all good people......"

His shout was met with a blow from a British soldier, and after knocking him down, the British officer walked up to them and spoke loudly.

"Okay, how many times have I told you bastards, you Irish guys, do you understand the Territorial Defense Act?"

The Territorial Defence Act was passed just last year and was introduced only in Ireland, a decree specifically issued to prevent the Irish from revolting in times of war, and London hoped to avoid an uprising in Ireland.

"Ban all public gatherings, including your stupid weddings, do you understand......"

Looking at the cake on the ground, the officer stepped on it, and then said viciously.

"Go check their profile."

As he turned to leave, he commanded the soldiers.

"I want to know their names, occupations, and home addresses!"

The Irishman, who had been pushed to the wall, looked at the Englishman nervously, and although their hearts were full of anger, they could only choose to obey and answer the Englishman's question.

"Sand? Conlivan! ”

"Louder, you Irish pig!"

"Sand? Conlivan! Stayed in Bahrain, grocer ......"

Despite the insults, the people still answered the British questions loudly, and they lowered their eyes, trying not to let the British feel their humiliation, and trying to suppress the anger in their hearts.

"Don't look at me!"

Even so, their obedience was exchanged for bad words from the British, who reprimanded the people standing there from time to time, and Anders, who stood aside, looked impatient, and finally it was his turn.

"Name!"

"Anders? Conlivan! ”

He replied in Gaelic.

"What kind of nonsense is this, I want you to answer in English!"

The British sergeant immediately shouted loudly.

"Tell him!"

Oscar said from the side.

"Don't talk too much!"

The British pointed a bayonet at Oscar from the muzzle of a gun.

“……”

Oscar chose to remain silent in the face of the threat of bayonets, but Anders still answered the other party's question in Gaelic language, and the Englishman looked at his appearance and immediately rebuked angrily.

"Boy, are you laughing at me?"

Then he commanded loudly.

"Everybody take off their clothes......"

"His name is Anders? Conlivan and I stayed ......"

Oscar hurriedly explained loudly to his cousin, but the Englishman did not listen to his explanation and continued to order everyone to take off their clothes.

"Hurry up, take it off now, everyone ......"

Anders was still standing there as the others were undressing, motionless, his eyes fixed on the Englishmen.

"Hurry up and take off your clothes, don't get in trouble, Anders."

Oscar tried to persuade his cousin, but he remained unmoved.

"We've got a boy here!"

The British sergeant pulled Anders by the garment, pulled him out, and then grabbed him by the collar and said.

"When I say take off your clothes, you have to take them off, understand?"

When the words fell, it was a punch to Anders's face, and Anders also did not show weakness to fight back, when he knocked down the British sergeant with a punch, the surrounding British soldiers immediately slammed into his body with the butt of his gun, and when he was knocked to the ground, the British soldiers kept kicking him.

Oscar and his brothers shouted when they saw this.

"No one is breaking the law here, we're all good people, don't do that, his name is Anders? Conlivan......"

"His name is Anders? Conlivan......"

"He's only 17 years old, he hasn't done anything, his name is Anders? Conlivan......"

When Anders's mother tried to stop the British, the British pushed her to the ground and scolded loudly.

"Fuck off, you Irish sow......"

"Shut the hell up......"

"He didn't commit anything, he was only 17 years old......"

In Oscar's shouting, Anders's moaning voice had been heard, until he saw the blood flowing all over the ground, the British soldiers scattered with some unwilling scolding, Oscar and the others looked at Anders lying on the ground in horror, his body was full of bayonet pierced wounds, blood gushed out of the wounds.

"Kill him, Sergeant!"

The death of an Irishman seemed to be no big deal to the sergeant, and even the officer did not raise his eyes to look at the corpse, and the sergeant, who had been beaten, still stared at the others angrily.

"You Irish pigs! Stand against the wall! ”

People looked at Anders lying in a pool of blood, and his mother knelt on the ground, holding her son's body.

"Anders, Anders, he's dead, God, you're killing him......"

At this point, the British departed, as if they had done a trivial matter, for which nothing was a big deal, except for the death of an Irish pig......

As for the Conlivans, who had lost their cousin and a son, anger gathered in everyone's chest.

Looking at his cousin in a pool of blood, even Oscar, who has the weakest personality, there is only one emotion left in his mind at this time - anger.

"I'm going to kill them!"

While Oscar muttered to vent the anger in her heart, Daisy stroked her husband's face, looked at him, and said in a serious and serious tone.

"Oscar, do you want our children to be killed like wild dogs by the Britons in the future, like Anders? Kill all the Brits, for the sake of our children......"

Yes, not just for Ireland, but for their own future, for their children to be able to live freely on this land.

In Ireland, all assemblies are forbidden, and even in church services, there are also British soldiers standing in the church, armed and wearing military boots, standing in the church so irreverently, as if fearing that these Catholics would use the occasion to promote resistance.

The priest stood on the altar, his eyes were full of anger, he could not tolerate the trampling of the church by the British, it was a trampling on his faith, he looked at the believers in the church, he could see that almost all of them had anger on their faces, and their anger was because of the trampling of the church and on them by these Englishmen.

"Today, I don't want to preach to everyone anymore......"

Just as the priest was about to preach as he had done in the past, he suddenly closed the Bible in his hand, looked at the believers in the audience, and said in an excited tone.

"We are all God's people, and we have come here because we fear the Father, and we fear His name, and we revere His miracles, and now we see that there are people who have also come here, and they are standing in the presence of God with weapons, and they have come here without the slightest fear of God, and they are so afraid that they are so afraid that they are so afraid that we are gathered together, because they know that when we are gathered together, then Ireland is invincible......"

The priest's words reached the ears of everyone, and people all looked at him with surprise and awe, and the British soldiers also looked at the priest in surprise, is he crazy?

"Ireland is free, every Irish deserves to live freely here, but Ireland is not free, because Ireland is enslaved by foreign races, my friends, the enslavement of the English, the chains of the English bound Ireland, and now, my friends, is ......"

"Stop him, stop him ......"

The British sergeant shouted loudly, and several British soldiers rushed to the altar and brutally pulled the priest down, but the priest continued his sermon.

"It's time to fight for Ireland's freedom, freedom ......"

In the next moment, the priest's words, the fists and butts of the British soldiers, fell mercilessly on the priest, and the people in the church shouted loudly when they saw the priest being beaten.

"He's a priest, he's a priest......"

"How can you be in the presence of God...... Father Oda"

The words did not make the British drop their fists, but only made the British even more angry, beating the priest and shouting insults.

"You stupid Irish pig ......"

Irish pigs!

For the British, all Irish people are just a group of "Irish pigs", which can be bullied and beaten at will, and no Englishman will look at the "Irish pigs" in their eyes.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot silenced the unkempt church, and those who were angry at the insults of the British stood there stunned, and at that moment another gunshot rang out, coming from the doorway.

At some point, there were a few more people at the door of the church, they were dressed as civilians, they had weapons in their hands, and when they entered the church, they did not hesitate to shoot at the British soldiers, and the British soldiers were knocked to the ground before they could even react.

"Take their weapons!"

Jimmy said to the warrior behind him.

"Don't let these Brits go!"

James walked over to a British soldier, his stomach still bleeding and moaning, and as James bent down to take his gun, the Englishman reached out and grabbed his arm, grabbed it tightly, and pulled it down towards his lower abdomen.

The British soldier was trembling, sweating profusely, blood was constantly flowing from his lower abdomen, he was very young, he looked only a few years older than James, he tried to get James to help him, let him live, his eyes were pleading, but there was no sympathy in James's eyes, he looked at this Englishman, took out a dagger with his other hand, and then stabbed into the neck of the wounded British soldier without hesitation, blood gushed out from its neck, grabbed his hand and slowly slipped down, The sparkle in the wounded soldier's gaze slowly disappeared......

"You're doing a great job!"

Jimmy complimented James, and then he looked at the Irish people in the church and said loudly.

"Friends, we are the Irish Republican Army, and now we are going to the south, to the south to join our large army, we are fighting for the freedom and liberation of Ireland, and which of you will want to join us?"

As Jimmy's words fell, the people in the church fell silent, they looked at each other, as if everyone was hesitating, hesitating what choice to make, and just as everyone was hesitating, the priest stood up, and he looked at Jimmy and said.

"Do you still need a priest? I'll shoot! ”

When the priest's decision surprised the people in the church, a few more people came forward, and then many more people came forward, and hundreds of men raised their hands in the church......

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