From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

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Captain Morris gasped for air-conditioning. The gunshot wound on his leg was still aching, and according to the military doctor, if he continued to be trapped in this crude environment, his wound would only worsen.

"Captain Morris, if you are delayed on the ship for a long time, your injury will be difficult to treat."

Beside Morris, a group of officers were still surrounding him, persuading Captain Morris to surrender voluntarily.

"Hmph, I still don't know how my injury is?"

Captain Morris glanced at everyone with undisguised disgust, spat on the ground with bloody spit and said:

"Don't you just want to persuade me to abandon ship and surrender? I tell you, get rid of this idea as soon as possible!"

After their purpose was exposed, the officers looked at each other in disbelief, but did not give up and still insisted:

"Captain, we won't be able to hold on for long, the Corsicans can even trap us here alive and starve to death."

"What do you know!" Captain Morris pointed angrily at the person who made the noise and said:

"The Corsicans are definitely coveting this battleship. As long as we hold on to the Reasonable, they will definitely make concessions, you stupid pig!"

In normal times, after being insulted by Captain Morris in such a furious manner, the officer would have lowered his head and remained silent. However, in such a desperate situation, the officer no longer had any feelings for Captain Morris. Fearful, he directly responded:

"But if you push the Corsicans into a hurry and let them directly attack by force, we here, including you, may not even be able to save our lives!"

"You greedy bastard!"

Captain Morris could no longer suppress his anger. He stood up despite the pain and found his sword. He pointed the tip of the sword directly at the officer and cursed:

"If you are afraid of death, I will send you to see God right now!"

The officer also took the risk and pulled out his saber regardless of everyone's obstruction. He directly pushed away the tip of Morris's sword and scolded:

"Captain Morris! You have no right to take my life directly. I am going to exercise my right to self-defense!"

"You bastard! Come on!" The Morris ship shouted angrily, not to be outdone.

And just when the situation was tense, another sailor staggered in. As soon as he entered the door, the sailor shouted directly before he had time to understand the situation in the cabin:

"Report, Captain Morris! The Reasonable is on fire! The Corsicans set the fire!"

"Fire?!" Captain Morris looked at the sailor in disbelief, put his saber aside absently, and couldn't help but repeat in a low voice:

"Impossible, impossible, don't they want this battleship? Impossible"

The other officers also turned their shocked eyes to Morris. Some of them had just supported Captain Morris's plan to wait for the Corsicans to compromise, but now, the Corsicans were undoubtedly impatient.

"etc!"

Captain Morris suddenly realized something and shouted to the sailor:

"What's going on with the fire? This can't be a fire, this is a Corsican conspiracy!"

However, before the sailor could reply, the officer who had just confronted Morris rushed forward, put a knife on Captain Morris's neck, and shouted in despair:

"Enough! Maurice! What conspiracy is there at this time? Do you want all of us to die?!"

"you!!"

Captain Morris felt a biting coldness coming from the cold blade on his neck, and when he turned to look at the officers present for help, they all avoided Captain Morris' eyes.

There is no doubt that in the face of this raging fire, no one can support Captain Morris's plan anymore.

"That's it, burn them to death!"

"Bake it hotter!"

"Let the flames purify these demons!"

"Damn it! I want to go up and pour two buckets of oil myself!"

The citizens gathered around the dock waved their arms angrily, watching the small flames on the Reason gradually spread, forming a storm of flames that swept half of the ship.

Blown by the wild sea wind, the fireworks shot higher and higher, even spreading directly to the sails of the Reasonable. In the blink of an eye, those huge canvases like clouds were also enveloped in flames.

The hearts of the citizens accelerated rapidly. Such a visual impact was something they had never experienced in decades:

A British Royal Navy warship flying the flag of St. George is in the waters of Corsica, paying for their atrocities and accepting the purification of fire for their sins.

For many Corsicans, they vowed to regard witnessing this scene as the most wonderful experience in their lives, and in the future they would never tire of telling their children and grandchildren the story of Governor Bonaparte's burning of the British ships.

“Isn’t this fire a bit too much?”

Lawrence frowned and looked at the burning Reasonable, and couldn't help but ask Grosso.

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Grosso waved his hand confidently and said:

"Regardless of the fact that this ship is made of wood, as long as there is no internal fire, it will take a long time for the external flames to damage the main structure of the ship. As long as there are no problems with the main structure, it will be much easier to repair."

Lawrence nodded silently after hearing this. As a mechanical engineer in his previous life, he knew to some extent that although wood is a material that is flammable, it can effectively block flames after it is completely burned and carbonized.

Therefore, it seemed that the entire ship was covered in flames, but it would not be fatally damaged in a short period of time. In addition, the sailors on the ship were also working hard to put out the fire, which made Lawrence feel relieved.

After all, in Lawrence's eyes, this excellent quality line battleship has been classified as Corsica's property.

Although the British would certainly not turn a blind eye to this, Lawrence, who had France at his back and William Pitt as a hostage, was not worried about British revenge.

"Speaking of which, this trick of yours is really damaging."

Grosso looked at the burning Reasonable Number and couldn't help but shake his head and said:

"Set a fire to force the sailors to surrender. I think the people above will be scared out of their wits."

Lawrence's pupils reflected orange firelight, then he shook his head slightly and said:

"This fire is not just for the people above."

"Huh? You mean?"

Grosso was stunned for a moment in confusion, then turned his head and glanced behind him in sudden realization, at the excited and cheering citizens behind him.

Undoubtedly, this is the method of attack that can best ignite public sentiment.

"But then again."

Grosso suddenly remembered something and laughed and said:

"Do you know what I'm remembering? When I was a kid in my hometown, I did this to drive the mice out of their holes, hahaha."

Lawrence also chuckled twice along with Grosso and said:

"But it should still be different for me and you to catch mice."

"Oh? Why is it different?" Grosso asked enthusiastically.

Lawrence's eyes were fixed on the upper deck of the Reasonable, and he vaguely saw several officers walking out of the captain's cabin, so he suppressed his smile and said coldly:

"Not only am I going to catch these rats with fire, I'm going to redeem these rats with flames."

"This" Grosso froze on the spot, and after reacting, he quickly reminded in a low voice:

"Boy, those are the British, you want to burn them at the stake?!"

Lawrence just shook his head indifferently and said:

"All I know is that he was the one responsible for the massacre of the Corsicans."

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(Something happened in real life today. I’m sorry for the late update. There is another chapter but it should be posted at noon. I’m very sorry orz)