From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"The British? Why did they get into the city?"

"Didn't it say that these people can only operate in the port?"

"Hey, hey, they all have knives, what are they doing?"

The citizens stopped on the street and looked at a large group of sailors rushing from the direction of the port. They looked at each other in horror and confusion and talked with each other.

These sailors all held their scimitars in their hands, and the sailors equipped with muskets and pistols had also loaded their ammunition in advance, and all of them marched toward Dongcheng District fiercely.

"Captain Morris, the road ahead is relatively narrow, and there are many Corsicans crowding there, blocking the road."

A sailor at the forefront observed the road conditions ahead, then returned to the middle of the team to find Captain Morris and said:

"How about we find a Corsican who speaks English to disperse them."

Captain Morris glanced at the sailor with a stern face, which made the sailor's back feel cold. Then he pointed at the sailor's saber and said calmly:

"Are you going to such trouble? What is the knife in your hand for?"

"What do you mean...?" The sailor shuddered and couldn't help but look back at the bewildered and unarmed citizens.

"You bastard! Can't you remember what I just said?! If anyone stands in front of me, just slash it with my knife!"

"Yes, yes, I will go and convey your order right away."

A Corsican woman in a long skirt looked blankly at a British sailor walking towards her, and couldn't help but ask:

"Good afternoon, soldier, do you want...?"

However, the sailor did not understand the Italian she spoke at all. Even if he did, the sailor's way of responding to her greetings would not change in any way:

I saw the scimitar in the sailor's hand swinging through a semicircle in the air, and then slashed into the woman's abdomen with almost no obstruction, and the entire blade did not enter the woman's abdomen.

The sailor slowly pulled out the scimitar. The blade was covered with a mixture of blood and bile, and even had a few pieces of broken intestines stuck on it. He didn't even look at the woman struggling and squirming on the ground.

The citizens' thinking almost stopped for a moment. They looked at the place where the woman fell and slowly soaked in a pool of blood. They had no idea why these British sailors who came for a friendly visit would do this.

However, the loss of this first life only means that the massacre has just begun.

More sailors rushed directly into the street with knives, raising the blades in their hands to chop at the panicked citizens.

Suddenly, the entire street was almost covered in blood and bile, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and the stench of putrid human organs.

Look at the sailors again. Their white uniforms are all stained with Corsican blood. Even the bottoms of their boots are soaked in blood. They leave bloody footprints every step of the way.

"Is this necessary, uncle?"

Little Nelson stared blankly at the miserable scene in front of him that was like hell on earth, and subconsciously tugged on Captain Morris's clothes and murmured.

Due to Nelson's young age, he did not participate in the massacre, but he still stood beside Captain Morris and witnessed every innocent life died tragically under the sword of the sailors.

Although when he joined the Royal Naval Academy, little Nelson was mentally prepared to take the lives of others.

However, the massacre of civilians and the trampling of the weak in front of him was obviously not something that twelve-year-old Nelson could accept.

Captain Morris glanced at his nephew and said disdainfully:

"Nelson, these are a group of savages who are excluded from our civilized society."

"But." Little Nelson turned his head away and said timidly:

"They're people too, aren't they?"

"Humph" Captain Morris snorted coldly, patted Nelson on the shoulder and said:

"You can't say they are humans just because they have limbs and facial features. Don't monkeys also have two arms and two legs?"

"Yes" Nelson also knew that he couldn't argue with his uncle, so he turned his head completely to the side and tried not to look at the scene in front of him.

"Well, that's good. Look, no one will stand in front of us this way."

Captain Morris led the team walking on the deserted streets, looking at Ajaccio, which was almost a dead city in front of him, and said proudly to the soldiers around him.

The news that the British army was massacring civilians was quickly spread by the few citizens who had just escaped. The citizens who got the news did not dare to stay at all. They sneaked back to their homes in panic and locked the doors tightly.

An officer next to Morris looked around and saw that the surrounding area was surrounded by densely packed houses, which were very suitable for hiding ambushes, so he said with some concern:

"There is indeed no obstacle to our march, but if the Corsican army has an ambush, it will be difficult for us to detect it."

"ambush?"

Captain Morris shook his head contemptuously and said nonchalantly:

"The Corsican army only has musketeers. If you want to resist us, you can only arrange a line formation on the street in advance. How can there be an ambush in this case?"

After that, Captain Morris added with a mocking look:

"Besides, it would be great if they had an ambush. I'm worried about how to get up close to them and engage in hand-to-hand combat."

"Well, you're right, Captain Morris." Seeing this, the officer had no choice but to put aside his worries and complimented Morris casually.

British sailors were still marching struttingly through the streets of Ajaccio, surrounded by a quiet residential area.

However, Captain Morris himself soon realized that something was wrong. The surrounding area was too quiet, the air was filled with a dead atmosphere, and the only footsteps of the sailors themselves could be heard in the entire street.

"hiss"

Captain Morris took a breath of air and felt a sense of uneasiness gradually rising in his heart.

"What are the Corsican troops doing? Why haven't we seen them attack yet?"

boom!

Just when Captain Morris was puzzled, a gunshot suddenly broke out in the silence.

Captain Morris suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the gunfire as if reflexively. He saw that it was the roof of a private house, and the muzzle of a gun protruding from the roof was pointed directly at him.

And at the next moment, Captain Morris heard a short buzzing sound in his ear. It was the sound caused by the vibration of the air in the air when the bullet passed by his ear.

"Ahhhhh!"

Captain Morris screamed in pain, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The bullet was completely embedded in the root of his thigh, and blood began to flow out from the wound.

The sailors looked at Morris lying on the ground in confusion. They couldn't figure out how Captain Morris could be so unlucky that he was hit by a shot.

However, these sailors had no time to think. The moment Captain Morris fell, hundreds of Corsican soldiers poured out of the houses on both sides of the street that was empty just now. .

They took up their muskets and fired one round at the British army, then gave up loading. They picked up their bayonets and fought fiercely with the sailors.

More than 20 rifles were immediately stretched out from the rooftops of the houses on both sides to conduct precise sniper fire at the sailors below.

"this"

Captain Morris, who fell to the ground, looked at the Corsican soldiers around him in disbelief. He never expected that the Corsican army would adopt the stupidest tactics in his eyes.

"These idiots! They actually gave up their range advantage to engage in hand-to-hand combat with us."

Captain Morris was lying on the ground. Although he was still vomiting blood, the corners of his mouth could not help but raise. In his opinion, his side was completely sure of victory in this battle.

The battle between the British army and the Corsican soldiers was still fierce. Although the Corsican army gained the advantage in the first round of shooting, when the battle entered hand-to-hand combat, it was obvious that the experienced sailors had the upper hand.

Not far away, on the roof of a private house, Lawrence and Major Trifali were crouching here, observing the situation on the battlefield.

"Governor Bonaparte, as I expected, we have no advantage at all after a close encounter."

Major Cui Farley looked at the battle below with his brows furrowed, and couldn't help but speak out.

Lawrence nodded in recognition, but there was no trace of worry on his face, because he knew that the unit that would determine the outcome of this battle had not yet appeared.

"etc."

At this moment, Captain Morris, who was lying on the ground, suddenly noticed something. He quickly turned his head to the ground and listened carefully for a while.

"Captain Morris?! What's wrong with you!" Several sailors responsible for protecting Morris asked worriedly when they saw his sudden appearance.

Captain Morris slowly raised his head, his face turned pale, and murmured:

"It's strange why there is a sound of horse hooves"