I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 57 I, Churchill, am mortal enemies with the Americans.
Michael Collins finds the world truly amazing.

He was responsible for providing the Republican Army units with much-needed funding, weapons, and intelligence, and was a major driving force behind the Irish War of Independence.

Just when they were struggling with inadequate equipment and difficulties, the "ring carnival" in Chicago and the war of words between the US and Europe unexpectedly opened a window for them.

After The Sun newspaper's scathing exposé of the British Empire's dark secrets resonated worldwide, the Irish Republican Army (IRA), as the current force directly opposing the British Empire, received sympathy and donations from around the world!

To date, the "donations for military expenses" that have been collected by him have reached a staggering £40!
In addition, passionate Irish youths from various countries, especially Irish youths in the United States, also returned to Ireland to join the resistance, harboring the ideal of "liberating their homeland."

In a short time, the strength of the Irish Republican Army expanded to an unprecedented level.

All of this forced Michael Collins to travel to Chicago to thank The Sun—which had become a symbol for Irish people worldwide, and strengthening ties with it would be beneficial to the IRA.

Then, in Chicago, he met a mysterious Irishman named "Guo Da Statham".

The other party said they had a batch of weapons and ammunition that they could help deliver to a designated location on the island of Ireland. Did he want it?
Michael Collins: !
This is absolutely necessary!
It's important to understand that in order to suppress the resistance, the British blockade of the island of Ireland was comprehensive.

Smuggling in some newspapers is no problem, but smuggling in large quantities of weapons and ammunition... the British army would be grateful to the Irish transport captain!
He has no shortage of funds, but he can't get a large number of weapons and ammunition in, so the resistance can only fight guerrilla warfare and can't amount to anything.

Does this mysterious Irishman really have a solution?
Then, Michael Collins calmly and without incident received a large quantity of weapons and ammunition at the designated location.

He was shocked!

When did the Irish develop such power that they could break through the British blockade silently?
After the initial shock came ecstasy.

Good, good, now we can teach the British a lesson.

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The Irish’s unusual movements did not escape the notice of British intelligence.

Although they were unaware of the large-scale importation of weapons, they were fully aware of the large influx of Irish people into the resistance.

This intelligence was immediately presented to Winston Churchill, then Secretary of State for Colonial Affairs.

It has long been said that Ireland was a British colony, and naturally it was under Churchill's control.

This minister, known for his hardline hawkish stance, was furious upon seeing the report.

"Whether there's a famine or not, the Irish will reproduce like rabbits, so why don't more people die?"

"America should have locked up those lunatics at The Sun long ago! Letting them slander the British Empire now is a blatant provocation!"

"Isn't it enough that they're having an armed carnival in their own home? They have to stick their dirty hands out onto His Majesty the King's territory?!"

"We must thwart this despicable conspiracy of collusion between Americans and Irish traitors with the strongest and fastest measures!"

To demonstrate his determination to suppress the rebellion and defend his rule, His Excellency the Minister decided to personally go to the front lines in Dublin to oversee the battle and let those rebels and their American allies taste the iron fist of the British Empire.

It is well known that His Excellency Churchill possessed extraordinary military talent.

As a result, the minister was ambushed.

Churchill traveled by special train, escorted by an elite guard, to Dublin Castle.

The train wound its way through the idyllic Irish countryside. Gazing out the window, he was still contemplating whether to establish concentration camps in Ireland, which had proven effective against guerrillas. To counter the escalating violence in Ireland, Britain had deployed over 7000 troops, mostly veterans demobilized after World War I.

These tactics, familiar to the veterans, such as massacring unarmed prisoners, no longer seem sufficient.

Sudden--

"Boom!!"

A violent explosion suddenly rang out, and the tracks ahead were severed by pre-set explosives! The locomotive, along with the first few carriages, derailed violently and overturned to the ground with a screeching sound!

Immediately afterwards, a dense barrage of gunfire erupted from the hillsides and woodlands on both sides of the railway!
But it was no longer the sporadic firing of the Lee-Enfield rifles that they remembered the IRA using; instead…

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!" — That was the continuous and terrifying roar of a Browning heavy machine gun!

At least five or six M1917 Browning heavy machine guns roared, and a storm of hot metal swept through the entire train, causing British guards who tried to disembark to organize resistance to fall in droves.

Upon receiving the distress signal, reinforcements rushed from a nearby barracks, however...

"Thump! Whoosh—Boom!!"

That was the deathly whistle of a mortar shell tearing through the air!
The reinforcements encountered even fiercer firepower.

The rebel forces, who were lying in ambush, wove a dense net of fire with submachine guns and heavy machine guns, and even fired rapidly at the reinforcements with twelve mortars.

The British commanders were horrified to discover that the rebels' firepower and tactical coordination far exceeded their expectations. They couldn't even get close to the train and were forced to retreat in disarray after leaving behind dozens of corpses and wounded.

Inside the carriage, Churchill was so shaken that he was completely disoriented, and his glasses shattered.

IRA soldiers armed with Thompson submachine guns stormed in and ruthlessly dragged the minister and his entourage out of the carriage.

"Hey! Isn't this our esteemed Minister of Colonial Affairs? Come on, let's take a picture of him!"

Having accurately obtained the relevant intelligence and executed an extremely brilliant ambush, Michael Collins greeted a war correspondent with a smile.

Standing beside the wrecked train, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood, a flash of light captured Churchill's ashen face and disheveled hair, a moment that was forever etched in memory.

When he staggered to his feet and could barely make out his surroundings, a surge of anger, almost enough to make him explode, rushed to his head.

The Irish guerrillas carried American-made weapons that gleamed coldly on their shoulders and in their hands.
In the distance, the base plate of a US military-style mortar can also be seen;
Even the young people who were shouting and directing were speaking English with Brooklyn or Boston accents!
He clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling slightly from extreme anger.

America! How dare you?!

This is a sneak attack! A shameful sneak attack by the United States!

If he knew that the Irish were no longer a group of guerrillas who carried out old rifles and fired a few shots before running away, how could he have traveled so lightly?

How could he, Winston Churchill, have become a prisoner?!

This is an utter disgrace! This is absolutely an utter disgrace!
Fuck! I'm mortal with the Americans!

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(End of this chapter)