From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

In the camp of the Fourth Battalion, Lieutenant Seth sat up uncomfortably from the bed. After going through the round of questions Lawrence asked him last night, he lay anxiously in bed all night, and the fat man fell in a pool of blood. The scene replayed in his eyes all the time.

"Are the two officers gone?"

Lieutenant Seth walked out of the tent, not caring about washing up, and walked around the camp first to confirm that the commander and his adjutant from last night were not in the camp, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Lieutenant Seth!"

Not far away, a bald man without a shirt and just a military uniform jacket on his body shouted hello to Seth.

"Ah, Corporal Culkin." Lieutenant Seth glanced at the man in front of him with some fear, but responded to his greeting enthusiastically.

Although Ku Jin is just a corporal, in the fourth battalion, with his all-round personality and strong muscles, he has become brothers with many soldiers, forming a large small group.

The appeal of Lieutenant Seth, a company commander who had no job, was not even as good as that of a corporal like Kukin.

Even in the gambling games every night, he and the fat man took turns to be the banker, which was also a reflection of their privilege.

Kujin came forward whistling and asked Lieutenant Seth:

"Those two people just killed the fat man last night, and we didn't show any sign?"

As he spoke, he felt as if he regarded Lieutenant Seth as his subordinate.

Lieutenant Seth refrained from having an attack, swallowed his breath forcibly, shrugged helplessly and said:

"Those are two majors, and they are our battalion commanders. What can you do?"

"What's wrong with the Major? What can he do to us? Remember the last battalion commander?"

"The last one? Didn't he leave after two days?"

Ku Jin slapped his head, smiled grimly, and said, "Oh, sorry, I should have gone up to the previous one."

Lieutenant Seth rolled his eyes and thought back:

"The last one? That was two years ago. You deliberately had a conflict with him and then found a scapegoat."

"Since there is a first time, there can be a second time." Kujin licked his lips, looked at Lieutenant Seth and said, "Would you like to join us?"

Lieutenant Seth hesitated and wanted to nod in agreement, but suddenly he thought of Lawrence's cold eyes and the fat man's tragic death, and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

"No, no, I still have something to do."

Lieutenant Seth waved his hand and quickly left.

At the same time, after Lawrence and his party came to the woods not far from the camp, Lawrence signaled the cuirassiers and orderlies to temporarily hide here. He and Trifali entered the camp first, so that they could hear the noise inside and then reappear. .

"Sir!" Lieutenant Seth spotted Lawrence and Trifali early this time, and quickly stepped forward to salute.

Lawrence nodded slightly in return and ordered:

"Lieutenant, order all the soldiers to gather here. You will only be given three minutes."

Lieutenant Seth's pupils shrank slightly, and he had some bad premonitions. The lawless life of the Fourth Battalion might end from today.

"Yes, I'll do it right away." Lieutenant Seth saluted again, and then hurried forward to gather the soldiers.

The three minutes prescribed by Lawrence passed quickly, and a group of loose and disheveled soldiers gathered in front of him. They didn't even have a basic formation, they casually formed a semicircle and stood in front of Lawrence.

"Even future generations of college students will know how to stand in line on the first day of military training." Lawrence thought helplessly.

Although they were summoned urgently, everyone's face looked like they were indifferent or watching the excitement.

"Lieutenant, are everyone here?" Lawrence casually looked at the crowd. Although he didn't know the specific number of people in the fourth battalion, there were definitely less than 200 soldiers in front of him.

Lieutenant Seth scratched his head in embarrassment and whispered in Lawrence's ear:

"There were dozens of people saying they were sick."

"Sick? Let them come here. Carry all the ones who can't walk, and I'll treat them."

Lawrence raised the corners of his eyes and ordered impatiently. You don't need to think about it to know that there will be dozens of people who are sick and can't line up. Even if they need to report illness, they need to get the consent of their commander.

"It seems that I went too far last night and aroused some people's resistance. Hum, but this is fine."

Lawrence paid no attention to those who were disobedient. They happened to be good materials for him to establish his authority.

Lieutenant Seth hesitated a little, but still hurried to the tents in the deepest part of the camp.

About two minutes later, Lieutenant Seth led a large group of people to Lawrence. All of these people had rosy faces and steady steps, and they did not look sick at all.

Lawrence looked around and saw that the leader was a bald man who casually put his coat on his body. Lieutenant Seth trotted up to Lawrence and reminded him that this man's name was Kukin and he was the leader of these people.

When Lawrence looked at Ku Jin, Ku Jin also looked at Lawrence with disdain. The light last night was too dark to see clearly. Only then did Ku Jin realize that Lawrence was definitely an aristocratic son who was no more than twenty years old. His disdain suddenly became more intense. .

"Sir, I heard that you want to treat us? That would be great."

Corporal Kukin raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Lawrence with provocation:

"However, I think you should treat yourself first. If you don't lie on the bed of those noble ladies in Ajaccio and come to the army instead of lying on the bed of those noble ladies in Ajaccio, there must be something wrong with your head."

"It doesn't matter what problems I have. I heard that you are sick and cannot come to the gathering. As a commander, I am very sad."

Lawrence replied with a calm smile, reached out and took off the bag from his belt, and said:

"I have a bag of medicinal powder here that can cure all diseases. Do you want to try it?"

"Damn, you're trying to be mysterious, what kind of tricks are you playing?" Corporal Kukin cursed in a low voice, then raised his head and looked at Lawrence, saying disdainfully:

"Okay, let me try."

After saying that, Corporal Kukin threw his coat directly on the ground, revealing his muscular upper body, walked up to Lawrence, shook his legs arrogantly, and said:

"Come on, sir."

Lawrence smiled, took a handful of black powder from the bag, poured it on Ku Jin's body, and spread it all over his body.

"What is this stuff?"

Ku Jin couldn't help but sniff his nose, and felt that the smell of the powder was very familiar.

"Did you know that in the country where gunpowder was invented, gunpowder was actually used as a medicinal ingredient?"

As Lawrence spoke, he took out a match from his horse bag and lit it. Before Ku Jin had any time to react, he threw it directly on his body covered with gunpowder powder.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The orange-yellow fireworks suddenly burst into flames, followed by Corporal Kujin's tragic wail. He immediately fell to the ground and rolled crazily, but could not extinguish the flames covering his body.

The air was filled with the smell of burning, and even the ground beneath Ku Jin was covered with a layer of grease produced during the burning.

All the soldiers were stunned, even Major Cui Farley's eyes widened. No one expected Lawrence to act so decisively.

It wasn't until half a minute passed, when Kujin's wailing had turned into feeble gasping, and wisps of black smoke began to appear from his body, that any soldier reacted and shouted loudly:

"Quick! Get the bucket!"

"Hurry! It's right next to the well!"

And only heard Lawrence shout:

"Let's see who dares!"

Several soldiers who were about to leave the queue to get buckets of water looked back at Lawrence in horror, only to see him pointing his pistol at them, his face so cold that water could drip from his face.

"Do I agree with you to leave the team?" Lawrence asked in a cold voice while moving between the soldiers with the muzzle of his gun raised.

The few people looked at each other, couldn't help but swallow, and quickly returned to the queue under the pressure of Lawrence's gun.

"Ahhhh! Murder! This is murder! Go get me some water!"

Kujin endured the burning sting all over his body, lay down on the grass, turned around and shouted at his henchmen: "Others, kill him!"

The more than thirty people behind Ku Jin looked at each other. A few people in the back row quickly turned around and ran towards the well, while those in the front row gritted their teeth and stepped forward towards Lawrence.

"I'll say it again, let's see who dares!"

Lawrence shouted in a deep voice, pointed the gun into the sky and pulled the trigger.

Six cuirassiers who had been waiting in the woods for a long time heard the sound of gunshots. They instantly galloped out of the forest on horseback. They drew their sabers with their right hands and skillfully took out their pistols with their left hands and pointed them at the soldiers approaching Lawrence and Trifari.