From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

April 1, 1770.

For the vast majority of Corsicans who have just woken up from their sleep, this is just another ordinary day.

The sun rises from the mountains in the east as usual, shining golden light on Ajaccio, and the boundless blue sea still looks unchanged.

Even the city of Ajaccio seems unchanged from yesterday.

At dawn, the Governor's Palace in Ajaccio.

"Sorry for disturbing you."

The secretary walked anxiously into Pauli's study with a stack of schedules. After bowing slightly, he handed the schedule to Pauli and said:

"This is your schedule for today and the motion of the parliament, please confirm."

Although it was still dark, Paulie, who was sitting behind the desk, did not look tired at all. His face was rosy and full of energy, as if he had just drank two glasses of brandy.

Today, Pauli's desk rarely became tidy. There was not a single document on it, not even the most basic quills and ink.

Because soon, Paulie won't need any of this anymore.

"Ah, thank you."

Paulie took the schedule with a smile, humming an unknown cheerful tune, and flipped through it casually.

"Oh, by the way, have all the arrangements I made been implemented?" Paulie suddenly asked casually.

"Everything has been arranged, except for one item."

The secretary frowned and recalled for a moment, then said carefully:

"It seems that the security arrangements for the Governor's Mansion have not yet been completed."

"security?"

Paulie's humming stopped suddenly, he closed the schedule and threw it on the table, frowning and asked:

"What's wrong with security?"

"As you requested, the National Defense Forces stationed in Ajaccio assist with security, but these soldiers have not arrived yet."

The secretary also said a little strangely that the National Defense Force's station was less than an hour away from the Governor's Palace, and it was already more than an hour later than the scheduled time. This really shouldn't be the case.

"Ajaccio station. That shouldn't be the case. Lieutenant Colonel Ledo is a very loyal soldier."

Paulie was also surprised and muttered to himself, touching his chin and considering various possibilities, but he sat here and thought about it for a while with no results, so he gave serious instructions:

"Immediately send someone to urge Lieutenant Colonel Ledo. All soldiers must be in place before the parliament is convened."

"Understood."

At the same time, there was a mansion on the outermost edge of Dongcheng District.

"Damn, the women in this city are more tender."

Captain Halide woke up from the big velvet bed, turned his head and looked to his left, where he saw a young girl who was naked, covered in scars, and still sleeping. He squeezed it with his hand and said with a smile.

The girl woke up from her sleep and found herself being held in the arms of the fat pig-like Captain Haled. She immediately struggled with fear and resistance, trying to get up from the bed.

"Damn it, you bitch, you've been with me for a few days and you still don't know the rules."

Captain Halide was still smiling ferociously, and slapped the girl on the face mercilessly, leaving a bright red palm print immediately.

Seeing the girl's eyes shedding tears, Captain Halide lost some interest. He turned to look at the bed and muttered to himself in confusion:

"It's strange. I remember not sleeping with two girls last night. The other one went somewhere."

Just when Captain Halide was puzzled, his door was slowly pushed open, and another half-clothed girl stared directly at Halide and walked in gently.

Before Captain Haled could speak, the girl's eyes had already pierced into Haled's face, and then she gasped and said:

"You evil villain who deserves to go to hell, devil! Your good days are over!"

After saying that, the girl directly picked up the vase hidden behind her back and threw it towards Harad with all her strength.

Captain Halide's pupils shrank. Although he raised his arms to block the flying vase, the broken porcelain fragments still scratched his body.

"You" Captain Halide growled, stood up and walked towards the girl like a mountain of meat:

"You bitch, do you want to die?"

Haled grabbed the girl's neck with one hand and roared loudly. The strength of his hand continued to increase, and he did not stop even after seeing that the girl's face was purple and blue.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open again.

Harlaid turned around and saw one of his servants rushing in in a panic.

However, before he could scold him, the servant had already knelt down on the ground with his face full of snot and tears, handed a piece of low-quality yellow-brown paper to Harald, and shouted:

"Master, it's not good! Look at this!"

Haled frowned, snorted coldly, threw the almost unconscious girl aside, took the paper and read it.

Not only was this piece of paper of poor quality, but the font printed on it was barely legible. It was obviously not from the Ajaccio Printing Factory, but rather the product of a small private workshop.

However, when Harald struggled to identify the title at the top of his head, he suddenly felt a chill running down his back.

I saw neatly written on it: A list of Patrol Captain Haled's top ten crimes.

At the back, all the atrocities committed by Haled after coming to Ajaccio were listed in dense small letters.

In addition to descriptive descriptions, these texts even include interviews with victims who do not know whether they are true or false. Even Harald himself felt a strong emotion after reading them.

"Damn it, who the bastard did this!" Captain Halide crumpled the paper into a ball angrily, threw it to the ground and shouted.

"Master," the servant kneeling on the ground cried and said:

"I don't know. Anyway, the streets outside are filled with this stuff. Everyone has a copy."

"What did you say?!" Captain Halide was stunned for a moment, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

"Those people are already gathering towards us. Master, what should we do?" the servant asked loudly and collapsed.

Captain Halide gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed to the balcony on the second floor, carefully looking out at the situation on the street.

I saw that the people had already inquired about his address and were walking here in groups. Dozens of angry people had gathered at the gate, fiercely confronting his servants.

The long-suppressed anger of the people was finally ignited by this widely circulated piece of paper today.

As for who made this piece of paper and who spread it, no one cares anymore.

"Look! There is that devil on the second floor!"

"Sure enough, he lives here!"

"Smash him to death!"

In just a few seconds when Harad put his head out to observe, some citizens recognized his fat head and big ears, and angrily picked up stones on the ground and threw them at Harad.

Harald quickly pulled his head back and ran downstairs in shock, looking around for a place to hide.

"No, there is no place to hide. I will die if I stay here."

Harald muttered to himself in fear, glanced at the courtyard behind the house, gritted his teeth and said to the servants:

"You all go block the gate and don't let them in!"

After saying that, Harald ran into the courtyard and found two tables to use as tiptoes. Then with the help of two servants, he tried his best to climb over the wall and escape.

As for the belongings in that house, they are completely unimportant compared to his own life.

On the other side of the wall is a road rarely visited by people. Basically no one passes here, and the angry citizens have not discovered this road for the time being.

Captain Haled's fat body fell heavily from the wall. Although he felt his internal organs rolling, he was still very happy that he finally escaped death.

However, Harlaid's joy did not last long.

On this road where no pedestrians usually pass, a carriage slowly drove up and stopped accurately in front of Captain Halide.

Harald's mind went blank. He stared at the carriage blankly, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

In this situation, if he is discovered by any citizen, it is equivalent to being sentenced to death.

The carriage door was slowly opened, and then a young man wrapped in a linen cloak stepped out.

"Are you here to catch me?"

Harald sat limply on the ground and said feebly.

The man chuckled lightly, looked at Halide and said:

"That's not the case. On the contrary, I'm here to save you."

"Save me?!" Captain Halide's eyes widened and he said in disbelief:

"Why did you save me?"

The man looked around and said casually:

"Well, for your money, this house is quite nice."

"Okay, no problem, no problem." Halide quickly stood up and said excitedly:

"I'll give you everything, I'll give you everything, how are you going to save me?"

The man pointed to the carriage behind him and said:

"You hide in the car, and then the driver will take you to a safe place to get out of the limelight."

Harald's head nodded continuously like a chicken pecking at rice, and he said quickly:

"Then I'll send you to the patrol station. I'm the patrol leader. It's safe there."

The man was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said:

"Do you think those patrols are fools? Will they still protect you at this time?"

"That's true." Haled's eyes dimmed a bit, and then he said with a cry:

"Sir, where is the safety?"

The man smiled, pointed to the east, and said:

"Where in Ajaccio is the safest place?"

"You mean the Governor's Mansion?!" Haled suddenly understood and said excitedly:

"Yes, that's right. As long as I enter the Governor's Mansion, those untouchables will definitely not dare to chase me in."

The man smiled and nodded, patted Halaid on the shoulder and said:

"Get in the car."

Harald quickly crawled into the car, but seeing the man still standing outside, he asked in confusion:

"Sir, won't you come up?"

"I still have things to do. As for my reward, I will ask you for it later." The man shook his head and said.

After that, the man closed the carriage door, walked to the front, and whispered to the coachman:

"Send him to the Governor's Palace, just to the door."

The coachman nodded to the man with respect and admiration, patted his chest and said:

"Wrap it around me, Monsieur Bonaparte."

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