A few months later.

Before dawn, the fog was thin and cold, the wind was light and the waves were gentle. Two half-new trawlers were walking with each other. They drifted in the outer sea for a day. There were already many fishing catches in the cabin. The newly caught fish were still jumping around, and the ones pressed down below were already dying. However, the people on the boat did not seem to be in a hurry to return to the port. The sails were completely closed, and only a faint smoke was scattered out of the chimney entrance.

The sky gradually turned white, and the mist slowly dissipated. The young and strong men on the fishing boat all looked to the east with a desperate look. A "dark cloud" suddenly appeared in the clear sky of this little cloud. It floated from a thousand meters to the sea, and its trajectory was different from all natural phenomena. Seeing this, the crew of the two trawlers came to the deck, looking at it with different emotions such as surprise, curiosity, and emotion. Under their attention, the huge "dark cloud" finally approached the sea. It was like a super huge torpedo, with a blunt and round head and a cross-shaped rudder at the tail. The whole body was painted in uniform field gray. Even if the iron cross badge was not pasted, the sensational display at those large aviation fairs had long made them another exclusive symbol of Germany.

In the front and lower part of this Zeppelin airship, the lightness of the frame pod is in sharp contrast with its huge and cloudy body. The driver wearing a black leather jacket and windproof glasses are very cool. They had already determined the joint object through the light signal before they landed. When the two trawlers accelerated, they had begun to throw the piercing objects out of the pod. These heavy objects were placed in simple containers and floated on the sea with the help of airbags. The responders on the trawler fishing boat only need to pick them up and take them away one by one, eliminating the trouble of directly unloading the cargo, and can also calmly deal with the inclement weather that the airship cannot stay at low altitude and other emergencies.

After throwing down twenty pieces, the airship members waved to the people on the fishing boats and ended the speechless delivery. Just as they came, the torpedo-like Zeppelin rose rapidly. Before the technology was further developed, the aircraft climbed far less than that. It finally returned to a thousand meters altitude, turned north gracefully and calmly, and flew towards the coast of Ireland. At this time, there was no banned item in the pod.

Regardless of whether the airship pod was loaded with arms or mail, when the 144-meter-long air giant appeared over Ireland, the British garrison was as if they were facing a great enemy. The barracks and fortresses along the way were mobilized and monitored their whereabouts with manpower. A few hours later, the airship arrived at Dublin, the capital of Ireland, passed over the city center, and finally moored and docked on the aviation tower built on the north bank of the canal. With the opening of the regular routes of Bremen-Dublin, Dublin residents could basically witness the Zeppelin airship every week. Over time, they were no longer accustomed to this flying object with an imaginary size, but the awe in their hearts had taken root. In the eyes of many people, the German Empire, with advanced industrial technology and strong military power, had the strong national strength to change the world.

Under the supervision of British garrison officers and police officers in Dublin, staff of Grett-Kesment Airlines spent more than two hours unloading all the bags in the pod and then undergoing unpacking inspection without exception. Usually, these bags are express parcels shipped from Germany to Ireland in private names, such as whole frames of pear wine, cameras and equipment components, small optical lenses, perfumes and letters, and sometimes one or two passengers are accompanied by tickets. On the return trip, the airship will load the bags sent from Ireland to Germany, often whiskey, crystal products, handmade fabrics, cheese, etc.

While the Irish people employed by the airline were busy loading and unloading supplies, two airship pilots in black leather jackets were resting in the tent next to the mooring tower. While they were feasting, they communicated in German unscrupulously. Although the British military officials surveilled from the side had prejudice against the Germans, the airline was nominally run by Sir Kesment, a wealthy British Irish businessman. All procedures were approved by the authorities. Renting Zeppelin and hiring German pilots was also a normal business act. As long as there was no deviant behavior, they would have nothing to say.

At about the same time, two trawlers slowly sailed back to Cork Bay, which was the estuary of several rivers such as the Leigh River, the Irvingpo Ai River and the Barnakra River. From Cork Bay, sailed north about 10 nautical miles to reach Cork Port, the largest port in southeastern Ireland. However, the two fishing boats sailed westward, followed the Irvingpo Ai River, passed Cross Haven, and quietly escaped into a small fishing village along the coast in the open lake-like waters...

Four days later, a carriage carrying forage arrived at a villa near Lake Killarney along the rugged and difficult mountain road. When the carriage drove into the warehouse with tight doors and windows, people used wooden forks to pick the forage, unloaded two long large wooden boxes from the carriage, pried them open, and took out rifles tightly wrapped in kraft paper from the box.

Under the light, the metal parts of these brand new rifles are shiny.

He picked up a rifle casually, and the burly middle-aged man used skillful movements to test the parts of the bolt.

The crisp and bright sound was like a pleasant sound made by a musical instrument.

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

After the points were counted, the thin young man next to him said: "Including this batch, our inventory is 805 rifles and 96,400 bullets."

Another thin young man had already opened the stone slab leading to the hidden cellar. He walked towards the entrance with a half dozen rifles, teasing: "If King George of England knew that we had these guys, he would probably not even sleep!"

The middle-aged man responded coldly: "In that case, within three days, we will have 200 people to fight at least 4,000 British troops. If we can persist 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: "So, our camp is still too small, and it should be doubled at least to provide 400 people with military training. After two or three cycles, we will have more than a thousand soldiers who can be engaged in combat."

The middle-aged man held almost a dozen rifles in one hand and said as he walked: "It is of course easy to talk about it. If there are too many people, one news will easily leak, and one food supply will be difficult to keep up. Besides, in this situation, you are willing to leave your family and come here for several weeks of military training at the risk of being arrested by the British army. Such people are a minority after all. The best way is to let each branch and branch organize secret military training on the spot. Gun shooting can actually be carried out in the reinforced cellar."

At this time, the lean young man in front of him who had half a dozen rifles stuck his head out from the entrance, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "But our supreme leaders disagree with this. They may feel that even if we have five or six thousand fully armed soldiers, it is impossible to defeat the British team with cannons and cavalry with rifles. What makes me curious is that since the Germans can support our rifles and bullets, why can't they provide us with cannons?"

"Can the carriage hide a cannon?" asked the thin young man in charge of points.

"Isn't it enough to disassemble it?" the lean young man retorted, "this is how they transport machine guns to the Saka camp."

Only the voices of middle-aged people came from the cellar: "The less you know about the Saka camp, the better."

The thin young man shrugged at his companion, looking disapproving.

After a while, several people hid dozens of rifles brought from the carriage into the cellar. As soon as the stone slab was covered, the back door of the warehouse was knocked by someone. The people in the warehouse looked at each other with great vigilance. The middle-aged man raised his hand to signal his companions to be quiet. He took out a revolver from his trouser pocket, left it sideways to the back door, and whispered: "Who?"

"A free soul." A code word came from outside the door.

The middle-aged man carefully opened the door. Two men in cloaks came in through the crack of the door. The one in front rubbed his hands and said, "Who, this damn weather is so cold!"

The middle-aged man looked out the door against the wall: "Did you come directly from the camp?"

The man who came in from behind turned to look at him and said, "No, we went around the woods for a long time and almost got frozen!"

The middle-aged man carefully closed the back door and said to the two of them: "Go to the house to roast the fire and eat some hot things."

The man in front lifted his cloak and revealed a square face with a sharp edge. He grinned, "What you need most now is a cup of whiskey."

The middle-aged man said, "It's only been a few days? I've been drinking all the wine sent to the camp! You are such a group of terrible alcoholics."

The square-faced man shook his head and said, "There is no way. Who said that winter is so cold? There is no way to stay in the shack. Now everyone is crowded in the wooden house, and everyone is clamoring to drink to warm up their bodies."

The man who came in later had a melon-shaped face and had a short buzz cut. He continued: "It was mainly because it rained for several consecutive days, and everyone had no dry place on their bodies, and they could not get too big fire. They were wet and cold. Who 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 left behind the horses and carriages: "Hey, little O'Caren, we will take 2,000 rounds of bullets tomorrow morning, and prepare as many whiskey as possible for us. We will pray to God to say goodbye to the virginity soon."

The lean young man sarcastically said, "Don't you all have no intention of training? Why do you still need bullets? Just carry two wine barrels back."

"This is a good suggestion." The square-faced man blinked at him and left with a smile.

After everyone left, there were only thin young men and thin young men responsible for points left in the warehouse. Their figures looked like brothers, and their hair was very similar, but their facial features had no similarities.

"I really can't understand." The lean young man complained to his companions. "The Germans gave us a lot of funds for activities and provided so many weapons and ammunition, but we could only act extremely conservatively. What's the difference between this and the Grande-style miser?"

(Balzac's "Eugenie-Grande" was published in 1833)

"Don't say that." The thin young man comforted. "The British have eyeliners everywhere. If we suddenly buy a large amount of food, medicine, and vehicles, the British will be alert immediately, and our team still needs time to train."

"Train?" said the thin young man, "As far as I know, among the five secret camps of the Irish Volunteer Army, only the training at Saka Camp is ideal. Do you know why? Because they have several German engineers there, and every healthy German must serve. These engineers have served in the German team for at least two years. They know how the army should be organized and trained. With some of their help, the training at Saka Camp is exciting."

"Oh... German, Prussian, born soldier." The thin young man said a few words he had associated with.

The lean young man jumped into the carriage and seemed to speak to many people: "Thousands of years ago, the Celtics and the Germans were called barbarians. Our blood vessels also had the spirit of fighting. We cannot tolerate the rule of foreign races. We must usher in the new life in the battle!"

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

The lean young man waved his arms: "Wrong, it is two fighting nations who jointly fight against the arrogant Anglo-Saxons, the weak and incompetent Gauls, and the foolish and greedy Slavs."

"The Gauls and the Slavs are far away from us!" the thin young man argued, "As long as we can drive away the Anglo-Saxons, we will win."

"Child, your idea is too shallow. Even if there is no longer a British soldier standing on the land of Ireland, the British can still interfere with us, oppress us, and let us live in the shadow of the British scepter." The thin young man looked down at his companion with his right hand proudly pointed to the distance. "Only by getting rid of the weak and entering the ranks of powerful countries can no other country dare to bully us, and Ireland can truly gain independence and freedom!"

The thin young man was speechless.

The lean young man continued to speak generously: "The Germans want to use our power to restrain Britain. This is something that anyone with eyes can see. They are afraid of being controlled by the Germans, so they only want Germans' money and equipment, 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. As long as they are in their own interests, use each other and promote each other, why not do it?"

When his companions finished talking with joy, the thin young man said, "These words really make sense. Michael O'Caren, I think you should talk to them."

"I wish I could put these thoughts into their heads, but..." The thin young man suddenly squatted down in a very depressed state. "John, you know, my grandmother is half of German origin. If I say this in front of them, they would either say I am a German spy or I am a traitor, and I can't stand this humiliation."

The thin young man hesitated for a moment and said, "No, Michael, in my eyes, you are a naturally brave Irish man, your body and soul are fighting for Ireland. What you are talking about is objective truth. If you are really worried about what they will say, why not... let's write down these contents and write them into leaflets for them to understand and judge for themselves?"
Chapter completed!