From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

After finishing their speeches to the citizens, Lawrence and Pauli led the cuirassiers to the Ajaccio station without stopping.

Early this morning, Lawrence received a report from Major Trifali, knowing that the Northern Army was approaching Ajaccio, and it was time to take the initiative to attack.

"Governor Bonaparte, you are here, and General Paoli."

Major Cui Farali had been waiting for the two of them outside the camp for a long time, but when Major Cui Farali saw the general uniform on Pauli, his expression was still a little embarrassed.

Paulie also noticed something strange on Major Cui Farley's face, and just waved his hand helplessly to tell him not to pay attention to him.

"What's going on now?"

Lawrence said, glancing at the soldiers in the camp. They had already lined up and gathered, ready to go, waiting for further orders.

Major Cui Farley shook off the strangeness on his face, led Lawrence and Pauly into a tent in the camp, pointed to the map on the table and explained:

"General Nathan is very familiar with the Ajaccio Military District, so he is obviously heading straight for here. It is currently about twenty miles away from here."

Lawrence looked at the map. Most of the areas around Ajaccio are flat and plain, but there are also large areas of forest cover, which will affect visibility to a certain extent.

"Do you know the enemy's formation?"

Lawrence asked, looking at the map.

Major Cui Farley nodded. As an experienced soldier, he also knew all about pre-war reconnaissance arrangements. He skillfully drew on the map and said:

"Judging from the scout's report, Nathan should have sent one or two companies to guard the baggage and follow the rear of the large army at an extremely slow speed. The main force is heading here in a marching formation."

"So, the troops taking care of the baggage should be seriously out of touch with the main force."

Lawrence's eyes lit up, he raised his head and looked at Major Trifari and said.

Major Cui Fali also anticipated this and pointed to a forest on the map well prepared and said:

"I have already ambushed the troops disguised as the Northern Legion here. After Nathan's main force passes here, they can easily defeat their troops guarding the supplies."

After the explanation, Major Trifari looked at Lawrence, waiting for his final decision.

Lawrence did not express his opinion immediately, but looked at the map, made slight gestures with his fingers in the air, and said after thinking for a while:

"No, this ambush force should not worry about their rear army. Even if they take over the supplies, it will not be helpful to our frontal battlefield."

"Not going to attack the rear army? What do you mean?"

Major Cui Farley looked at the map in surprise and asked in confusion.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the Northern Army had arrived on the outskirts of Ajaccio.

Farmers and villagers living here also received the news early, quickly packed up all their belongings, pushed flatbed trucks, drove cattle and sheep, and fled the area in a hurry.

Under today's clear weather, the two armies were able to visually see each other's formations.

"That Bonaparte boy is quite tough, and he actually took the initiative to attack me. Humph, I hope he can still be so tough after falling into my hands."

General Nathan set up his command post on a higher hill and was currently observing the enemy's formation with a telescope.

Seeing that Lawrence did not choose to stick to the city of Ajaccio but took the initiative to start a field battle, General Nathan also commented with great disdain.

"General, should we wait for the rear army?"

The officer next to Nathan turned his head and looked behind him. The troops guarding the supplies had already been left behind by them, and not even a single figure could be seen. So he suggested worriedly:

"The distance between our two troops is too wide. After all, there are some hidden dangers."

After hearing this, Nathan turned his head and looked behind him, nodding slightly to admit that what the officer said made sense.

But he frowned and looked at the Ajaccio army in the distance that was actively advancing towards his own side. The enemy army that looked like ants in his field of vision was completely vulnerable to General Nathan.

And he only needs to easily assign his army to crush them, and he can completely hold this small Mediterranean island in his hands.

"No, give me the order!"

General Nathan looked at the Ajaccio army with fiery eyes, waved his hand and rejected the officer's suggestion, and directly ordered:

"The entire army adopts a line formation and accelerates forward. I can't wait to push the usurper to the guillotine."

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, the Northern Army and the Ajaccio Army had completely met on the battlefield. Both sides had already set up a firing formation. The soldiers carried the muskets behind their backs in their hands, aiming at the enemy dozens of meters away. fellow citizens.

"Finally. It's finally time for me to rule this island."

General Nathan, who was located at the rear of the battlefield, watched the two armies encounter each other. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and put down the telescope in his hand, then closed his eyes.

He was waiting for the gunfire.

Although he has been fighting on the battlefield for most of his life, General Nathan is still looking forward to the roar of the explosion of gunpowder in his ears.

Because that means that this one-sided battle has officially begun. I only need to watch the enemy army collapse like an audience appreciating a drama, and then the central city of Corsica will fall into my hands.

Time passed by minute by second, and General Nathan was still waiting with his eyes closed, but he heard nothing except the whistling wind in his ears.

At this time, the battlefield is at the forefront.

The soldiers of the Northern Legion watched in stunned silence as two riders suddenly rushed out of the enemy array. The two riders rode their horses straight to the middle of the two armies, regardless of the hundreds of gun barrels aimed at them.

"That's Governor Bonaparte! And General Paoli?"

The soldiers of the Northern Legion stared blankly at Pauli on horseback. His straight general uniform was no different from the way he appeared in front of the soldiers in the past.

The soldiers' minds went blank. Didn't General Nathan say that he had received a secret order from General Pauli to rescue him? So why did General Pauli appear together with Governor Bonaparte? !

The officers on the front line of the Northern Army looked at Pauli with their mouths wide open. Many of them were even promoted by Pauli. At this moment, when they saw Pauli appearing in front of them safe and sound, their expressions were more shocked than anyone else.

"Damn you idiots! Put your guns down now!"

It took a full ten seconds for some officers to react. Seeing that their subordinates were still pointing their guns at the two men on horseback, they hurriedly ordered the soldiers to put down their guns.

"Hey! What are you doing?! These people are our enemies!"

However, the officers on the front line were also close associates of General Nathan. When they saw the soldiers hesitantly and timidly putting down their muskets, they immediately shouted angrily:

"Fire! Fire everyone! Aim at these two idiots!"

Dozens more muskets were raised in unison, aiming at Lawrence and Pauly, but no soldier dared to pull the trigger.

The two people on the horse were the Governor of Corsica and the General of the Corsican State. Even though their commander was furiously giving orders, no soldier dared to fire the first shot.

Regardless of the positions of the two men, the soldiers knew in their hearts that Lawrence was the Corsican hero who captured the Genoese general alive and defeated the Sardinian army, and Paoli was the Corsican liberator who expelled the Genoese.

Even judging from the emotions in the hearts of the soldiers, no one could pull the trigger on these two people at the same time without any burden.

"Fire?"

Lawrence's plain yet somewhat stern voice rang in the ears of the soldiers. He and Pauli faced the enemy soldiers' aim and continued to ride towards the enemy array.

The soldiers at the forefront did not dare to block them at all. When they saw the two men walking towards their formation, they actively gave way to a path.

Lawrence rode his horse among the enemy formations expressionlessly, looked around at the soldiers around him and asked coldly:

"Who wants to shoot your governor? Who wants to shoot your general?"