From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"what's the situation.?"

General Nathan closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but he never got the burst of gunfire he was looking forward to.

"General! It's not good, yes. yes."

At this moment, an officer who was returning from the front on horseback shouted and ran to Nathan's side. After reining in the horse, he reported with a pale face:

"It's Lawrence and Paulie, they appeared on the battlefield!"

"General Pauli.? How is that possible?!"

After hearing this, Nathan's eyes widened immediately. The telescope in his hand fell to the ground inadvertently, and he even leaned back and almost fell off the horse.

"General Nathan!"

The officer exclaimed, quickly dismounted, helped Nathan hold the reins, and said urgently:

"The soldiers at the front have fallen into chaos. I'm afraid you have to step in to calm them down."

Nathan on horseback held his forehead and gritted his teeth and said harshly:

"Laurence Bonaparte. Damn it, you're right. I have to come forward."

And just when General Nathan shook his reins and prepared to go to the battlefield, another messenger from the rear ran over in a hurry and said breathlessly:

"General, there is a troop coming from the rear. It looks like they are the ones transporting supplies, but for some reason they did not carry the baggage and went directly here."

"What?"

General Nathan suddenly frowned. Those troops were looking after all the supplies of the Northern Army. They actually gave up their baggage and ran to the battlefield at this time. What on earth happened.

General Nathan looked behind him, and sure enough, there was a company of soldiers walking towards him quickly. Judging from the red cloth on their arms, there was no doubt that they were his own.

"Damn, what a bunch of bastards."

Nathan was so angry that he couldn't help but punched the air to vent his anger, and then he rode towards the army with a displeased face.

"What the hell are you doing?! Where are the supplies you're transporting!"

General Nathan was snarling on horseback, his eyes scanning the soldiers, trying to find where their company commander was.

However, General Nathan soon felt a chill on his back.

None of the faces of the soldiers in front of him were familiar to him, and even the lieutenant with the highest rank had no impression on him at all.

"You! Who are you!"

Nathan, who noticed something strange, shouted in surprise, then turned his horse's head and ran back.

But Nathan had just ridden less than ten meters away when a loud command came from behind him:

"Everyone obeys the order and fires!"

Along with the order, there was a burst of intensive gunfire.

General Nathan never expected that the gunfire he had been looking forward to for a whole minute would appear at this moment.

As the gunshots rang out, General Nathan immediately felt his eyes darken, and in the next moment he lost consciousness, and he and his horse fell heavily to the ground.

Lieutenant Seth led the soldiers forward to inspect General Nathan's body, and couldn't help but sigh:

"Monsieur Bonaparte's prediction was indeed correct. Their front army and rear army are too far apart. The people in the front army will only regard us as the rear army and have no defense at all."

General Nathan, who was lying in a pool of blood, could no longer hear Lieutenant Seth's words. Even if he heard them, he would have no chance to regret it.

At the same time, on the frontal battlefield.

"Tell me, soldiers, what are you doing here in Ajaccio with all your troops?"

Lawrence and Paulie rode unscrupulously through the formation of the Northern Army on horseback, questioning loudly.

On the silent battlefield, every enemy soldier froze in place, and no one answered Lawrence's question.

Seeing this, Lawrence winked at Pauli, and Pauli understood it and cleared his throat, yelling loudly:

"Answer our questions, soldiers!"

After saying that, Pauli stopped his horse and stared at a non-commissioned officer with his sharp sword-like eyes, gesturing for him to answer.

"Yes, General Pauli."

The noncommissioned officer, like many soldiers, no longer regarded these two people as enemies. Seeing Pauli, the highest military commander, questioning him personally, he quickly replied:

"General Nathan said you ordered him to come to Ajaccio to rescue you."

"Ridiculous, rescue me? Why do I need rescue?"

Paulie deliberately snorted and continued to question.

The sergeant's face became even more ugly. After taking a careful look at Lawrence, he could only answer hesitantly:

"General Nathan said that Governor Bonaparte imprisoned you and was a usurper."

"Am I a usurper? Soldiers, open your eyes and look at me and General Pauli!"

Lawrence shouted, patted Pauly on the shoulder and shouted:

"Is this what the usurper and the usurped look like? I would like to ask General Nathan, he so deliberately concocted this set of lies, and even did not hesitate to mobilize troops for it, what is his intention?!"

The soldiers looked at each other, not daring to look up at Lawrence and Pauli. They had suspected that General Nathan had ulterior motives before setting off for the expedition, and they did not believe it until General Nathan said that he had received Pauli's secret order.

And this poor bit of trust was completely shattered after Pauli himself came forward just now.

"And, soldiers, what are you wearing on your arms?"

Lawrence saw that everyone was silent, so he looked at the red cloth on their arms and asked deliberately.

Several soldiers replied intermittently:

"This is to distinguish us from other soldiers."

"distinguish?"

Lawrence frowned and shouted:

"What distinction do you want to make? Look up at the soldiers opposite you. Aren't they Corsicans? Aren't they soldiers who shed blood for Corsica just like you?! Aren't they your compatriots?!"

The soldiers of the Northern Army raised their heads thoughtfully under Lawrence's scolding and looked at the soldiers of the Ajaccio Army on the other side.

I saw that they actually put away their weapons on their own initiative, spread their hands and walked towards them without any defense.

"Governor Bonaparte is right, they are Corsicans just like us."

This is the only thought in the minds of most soldiers.

I don't know who started, but the soldiers of the Northern Legion tore off the red cloth from their shoulders and threw it directly to the ground. Then they also put their muskets behind their backs and ran towards their compatriots on the opposite side, cheering.

The two streams of people merged together in an instant, and as Lawrence said, after these soldiers were reunited, there was no difference between them at all.

The battlefield that had been silent just now was suddenly filled with the cheers and shouts of the soldiers from the bottom of their hearts. In any case, they did not have to fight with their compatriots, which was what everyone wanted to see.

Paulie looked at the soldiers hugging each other with some surprise, and whispered to Lawrence:

"The progress is going smoother than expected."

Lawrence nodded in recognition and replied:

"The main reason is that General Nathan did not come forward. If he does, I'm afraid some soldiers' blood will have to be shed to solve the problem."

"General Nathan, that's what he said, but why didn't you see him?"

Paulie asked with some confusion.

Lawrence blocked the dazzling sunlight with his hands and looked at the hills not far away. Then he shook his head with a smile and said:

"He should have bled on behalf of these soldiers."

“So that’s how it is”

Paulie thought of the company of ambush that Lawrence had arranged before setting off, and immediately realized what was happening at the rear of the battlefield.

"That way no one in Corsica can stop you."

Paulie closed his eyes. His mood at the moment was completely mixed. After a long sigh, he said:

"Maybe I should congratulate you?"

"It's not really anything to celebrate."

Lawrence was silent for a moment and then said:

"It just changes the stage of the game from Corsica to all of Europe."

"That's true, but I think all the courts in Europe will know your name soon."

Pauly hesitated for a while and then said:

"If I were thirty years younger maybe I would follow you too."

Lawrence didn't reply after hearing this, he just turned the horse's head and walked towards the rear. After walking for a while, he turned his head slightly and glanced at Paulie, and said lightly:

“You don’t need to follow, you just need to witness.”

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