Uprising!

Gunfire rang out all night, and in Dublin, thousands of members of the Irish Brotherhood occupied most of the city, and then, in the post office, Stephens declared the independence of the Republic of Ireland from Great Britain. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, the flag did not fly there for long, and after the uprising in Dublin and other places, the British army, which was preparing to move its troops to the south to fight the "invaders", immediately reacted by sending thousands of British troops to retake Dublin.

Over the next few days, fierce battles took place in Dublin, where fierce duels were staged in the streets and alleys, and those heroic volunteers used their blood to defend their ideals and fight for their dreams.

Many of Dublin's streets were transformed during the fighting, paving stones were lifted and barricades were made, volunteers and British people fought between the barricades, and the sound of gunfire continued to echo through the city until the tenth day, leaving less and less room for the insurgents.

Vincent and James led dozens of children their age through the empty streets of Dublin, walking with their heads bowed and silent. They are a bunch of urban outcasts, and no one will take them seriously.

"When do you think you'll be back?"

James asked,

"Maybe never back......"

Vincent said that at this moment, the front door of the church suddenly exploded, and the street was full of broken stones, wood and broken glass, and they were lying on the ground, holding their heads in their hands to protect themselves from shells, and the children behind them were running around, hiding behind what they saw, and the billowing smoke instantly swallowed the entire street, this is the British shelling the city, even the church they did not let go, for the Protestant British, they would not care about the Catholic church at all.

Vincent stood up and walked through the smoke to the entrance to the front of the church, which was still on fire, and he stood there for several seconds, and then he walked into the ruins of the church, and he walked into the main church, and the main altar had been blown open and broken into two pieces, and he walked there, and saw a rosary on the ground, and he bent down and picked it up, and then he looked at the rosary in his hand, and he held the ball, and lowered his head, and was silent for a while, and then he turned and walked out of the church.

He walked over to Menpin, past James and Angel, regardless of the faces of the children at Menpin, and walked straight back towards the center of the city.

"Where are you going?"

James asked nervously, they were originally preparing to go out of the city,

"I'm here to stay!"

Vincent replied,

"What are you staying for?"

Vincent paused, stared at James, then at the panicked children, and he said as he looked at them.

"Kill the British, I will kill as many as I can, until they kill me!"

"You're looking for death!"

James said loudly, and Angel ran over,

"If you want to die, I'll die here!"

Vincent said, looking at his friends.

"In my city, in my streets, this is Ireland and I am Irish!"

Vincent looked at the black smoke billowing from the church, then looked directly at the children around them, lowered his head, and slowly turned around and walked back down the street.

James and Angel watched him go, they stood silent, gasping for breath, they looked at each other, then nodded, and then they took a step and followed Vincent Hitomi, and the children also looked at each other, and seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and then turned around, first the three boys separated from the crowd, followed James and Angel, and then soon five more came over, then another five, and then a few more people changed directions, but only for a few minutes, All the children on the street turned around and walked back slowly.

In the ruins of the city's slums, which were still as dilapidated as ever, there were no people to be seen, and Vincent and the children were standing there, the place they knew best.

"We have twenty-three rifles and two pistols!"

James said, pointing to the weapon in front of him.

"It's just that there's less gunpowder!"

These weapons had been hidden here in the last few days, they had been hiding them in the streets, and they had hoped to wait until the war was over to sell them to those in need, but now they were going to use them to protect their city, even though it had never given them anything.

"If only there was more gunpowder!"

Angel said from the side.

"Let's hide the youngest children."

Looking at the children, who were only eight or nine years old, Vincent said.

"We don't know what's going to happen, but we have to keep them safe, they should get out of town!"

"When needed, we can let them pass on the message, and the British won't notice them at all!"

In fact, no one would notice these street children, neither English nor Irish, and none of them would notice these urban orphans, and when a ragged street boy of only six or seven years old passed through the streets, the British soldiers merely glanced at them and then turned elsewhere, while the child crossed the streets and brought the news to his friends.

"Twelve Brits, no, thirteen ......"

Harry didn't know how to count, and he didn't seem comfortable delivering the news, but Vincent didn't say anything, and he chimed in with the other younger child.

"Go, inform James, get them ready!"

A few minutes later, a group of British soldiers appeared on the street, vigilantly scanning the streets, especially the ruins on both sides of the streets, and the shelling destroyed many buildings. When the British entered the street, Vincent and Connors were hiding in a room, rifles in their hands.

"How many people?"

"Fifteen!"

More than Harry counted. Through the cracks in the windows, they could see the British soldiers in red uniforms scattered in the streets, their attention was on the shops facing the street, and at this moment, they saw a figure, it was Harry, who was crossing the street to deliver a message to James on the other side, but as soon as he appeared on the street, an Englishman saw him.

"Stop!"

As one of the soldiers shouted, gunshots rang out, and a British soldier fired, the bullet hitting him in the chest accurately, and Harry immediately fell......

Looking at Harry who was hit by a bullet, Vincent could hardly believe his eyes, Harry was dead, just dead? Just then, counter-attacking bullets came out of the building next to him, and four bullets hit two British soldiers, including the Englishman who killed Harry.

When the shots rang out, the others also opened fire, and when Vincent fired, Angel took a dozen children from the roof of the house and threw the lit kerosene bottles at the British, which they learned from the rebels, who would always put kerosene in the bottle, and then stuff a rag at the mouth of the bottle, set it on fire, and the moment it was thrown out, the bottle fell to the ground and shattered, the kerosene in the bottle would be ignited, and the nearby soldiers would be caught in flames.

They threw dozens of incendiary bombs in one go, one by one the incendiary bombs shattered and burned around the British soldiers, several British soldiers were burned into burning people, flames and screams echoed in the streets, the rest of the British only thought that they had encountered a strong enemy, and immediately covered each other and quickly withdrew from the street, and when the British withdrew, Vincent and others had already walked out, and they had to pick up the weapons dropped by the British from the ground.

It was their first battle, and only one person died.

"We can't stay here!"

Immediately after picking up the last rifle, Vincent spoke to James.

"The British will soon be chasing after us, and we must leave now!"

"But Harry ......"

"It's not your fault, it's not our fault, it's British, it's the damned British! It's a fight, it's a fight......"

Vincent tried to convince himself, to convince James, even though he couldn't convince himself, and in the end he just kept talking.

"We can kill more Brits, avenge Harry, avenge him......"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a shout from the British, and more British soldiers arrived, and they immediately slipped into the side building, and five or six British soldiers ran over, each of them shooting indiscriminately at their unsighted target, and Mardy pointed to the ladder beside him to let the children go from there.

"Grab the bottle in your hand!"

Mardy pointed to the Molotov cocktail placed by the door.

"Grab a match, it will definitely come in handy if necessary!"

When they reached the upper floor, they could already hear the shouts of the British soldiers, who were chasing them, and the whole street was full of British soldiers.

"You go first!"

Vincent said to Mardy and Angel.

"We'll meet you on Mafuny Street!"

Angel looked at Vincent and asked,

"You promise you can do it?"

"We have already died one person today, and we can't die another person!"

Mardy also looked at Vincent.

"I promise!"

Vincent looked into the eyes of his friends, and after receiving his assurance, Mardy nodded and said,

"Alright, let's do it!"

Then Mardy, Angel and the others went up to the roof to leave the house, as the street children of the city, the city is their home, and they know every corner of the city very well.

After seeing his friends leave, Vincent heard the footsteps of the Englishman coming down the stairs, he pulled the strip of cloth out of the bottle, and then lit it, and hid in the staircase, and then he was condescending, and when he saw four or five Englishmen with rifles approaching, only a flight of stairs away from him, he stared at them, watched them stop going upstairs, raised their weapons, he raised the burning bottle, and threw it violently, shouting as he threw the Molotov cocktail.

"Long live Ireland!"

In the midst of this shout, the Molotov cocktail exploded, and the flames of the exploding Molotov cocktail engulfed the staircase, as well as the three British soldiers, and the other two hid downstairs, and the flames burned on the stairs, and Vincent took a pistol and fired at the British soldiers who fled downstairs, and the British also fired back,

Bullets whizzed past him, the flames engulfed the stairs, and also blocked the possibility of the British rushing upstairs, and after several shots were fired in succession, until the bullets in the pistol were empty, Vincent came to the roof of the building, and left from the roof, running on the roof with a smile on his face, as if he could think of the angry look of the Englishmen when they rushed upstairs and found that he had run away.

"That's how the battle is fought, it's very simple!"

Smug in his heart, he jumped over the narrow alley between the buildings, and then turned another corner on the roof. Then he entered the house on the roof of another street, and walked cautiously through the stairwell, who knows if he would run into the English or the Protestant Irish traitors.

However, his caution actually did not mean much, after all, at this time, if there were still people in the house, no one would come out, and when footsteps were heard, no one would open the door unless someone knocked violently and identified himself.

Finally, Vincent came to the street, the street was empty, only a few corpses fell on the side of the road, it was the corpse of the Irish, the British soldiers killed the Irishmen at will, in the eyes of the British soldiers, every Irish man could be an insurrectionist.

So when they find suspicious Irish men on the streets, they will kill them immediately if they resist the slightest.

"Damn British!"

When Vincent scolded like this, he ran towards the agreed position with his weapon on his waist, his movements were not large, he was clinging to the wall, and he looked like he was ready to hide by the wall at any time, and he passed through several streets one after another, and there was no danger along the way.

"It's almost ......"

Two blocks from Mavenny Street, Vincent saw that there seemed to be an Englishman on the side of the street, and although only a few patches of red could be faintly visible, he cautiously ducked into a nearby alley, and then walked down the alley towards the agreed rendezvous position.

Suddenly, a few wisps of red appeared in front of him, it was the British!

The British soldiers also spotted Vincent, they raised their weapons almost at the same time, Vincent was holding a gun, looking nervously at these British soldiers, and the three Englishmen in the alley, also holding guns aimed at him, their expressions were a little surprised, obviously because of Vincent's age, as an insurrectionist, he was too young, he looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, in fact he was only fourteen years old. It's even slightly higher than a rifle.

"Lay down your arms ......"

The British soldiers shouted loudly, their rifles aimed at the Irish boy. Vincent, who encountered the British soldier, looked at the enemy in front of him, after a moment of hesitation, his gaze became resolute, and he resolutely pulled the trigger, and the British also pulled the trigger, when the bullet hit the body, Vincent only felt as if he had been hit hard by a hammer, and his strength was instantly withdrawn from his body, and then he fell softly,

Vincent, who was lying on the ground, looked at the sky, his vitality gradually dissipating from his beautiful blue eyes, blood flowing from his lips, his lips moving lightly, muttering in Gaelic ......

"Ireland, Ireland ......"

As the unyielding words came from his lips, he looked at the white clouds in the sky, and some smile seemed to appear on his face, and he seemed to see another Ireland, which was the Ireland of the Irish, no longer the Ireland of enslavement of the British.

Explosions continued to sound over the city, and James and Maldy, Angel, and the other children looked sadly at Dublin, where the last stronghold of the insurgents was putting up its last resistance.

The uprising failed!

The British suppressed the uprising, which, as in the past, did not succeed, many people died, thousands died in the cities, thousands were killed by the British in the streets.

And now, they had to leave the city, which was their city.

"Vincent is dead, Harry, Dale, they're all dead......"

Angel looked at Dublin and muttered to her lips, tears rolling down her face, her tone resolute despite her sad expression.

"But we're going to fight, we're going to fight......"

The girl's murmur reached the ears of several nearby insurgents, who looked at the children, who had never imagined that these children would actually fight, let alone that a group of children would spontaneously attack the British.

"Angel, we're going to fight, believe me, we'll come back here, and by that time, Dublin will be the Dublin of the Irish......"

Carrying the rifle on his back, Jimmy walked up to Angel's side, put his hand on the girl's shoulder, and comforted the girl, who was only a teenager, if it was in the past, it would have been almost impossible for him to have any contact with such a girl, at most it was a penny, but now, they have a common identity, they are both patriots, they are all insurgents!

Now, they had to leave the city, after all, their strength was too weak compared to the British.

"Where are we going now? Sir. ”

James looked at Jimmy, although he didn't know who the real chief was, but the man in front of him had left Dublin with them, he didn't know where they would go, but it was certain that it was the best choice for the big guy to follow them now.

"To the south!"

Jimmy looked at the South and said affirmatively.

"Now the whole of Ireland is fighting, and in the south there is our own army, and we go south, and we continue to attack the British on the road, and we want to let them, let those British understand that this is Ireland, and it is our Irish ......"

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