From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"Chat. Ha, okay."

Silla struggled to sit up and spat out a mouthful of sand, which Yaan had swallowed when he threw him directly in the sand. He glanced sideways at Lawrence, grinned and said:

"I just want to ask one question, where did I lose?"

Lawrence didn't look at him, but looked at the rippling blue sea in front of him. After being in Corsica for so many days, Lawrence had never been in such a relaxed state of mind, so he could take a good look at the pure ocean that was not polluted by industry.

Silla waited for a moment, and seeing that Lawrence didn’t speak, she said to herself:

"I don't think you were more calculating than I was, but I still lost."

"I admit, you are better at those little tricks than me."

Lawrence still looked at the sea in front of him and said:

"But you're targeting the wrong person."

"The wrong person.?"

"You only know how to plot people, but I know how to plot people's hearts."

"What does the human heart mean?"

"Your eyes are always looking up, looking at Pauly, thinking that as long as Pauly chooses to protect you again, you will be safe and sound. But you are wrong. On Corsica, there is a power that overrides Pauly's power. Yes, this is the will of the people.”

"Yeah…"

Siro endured the pain all over his body and turned his head to take a look at his residence. The church that was once regarded as a forbidden place by many Ajaccio people now only has a few stone pillars and walls left.

People rushed to throw torches on the top of the tower that survived the bombardment, and it was now ablaze.

Even staying here, Silla could vaguely hear the wailing sounds of his men being beaten and trampled.

Silla closed his eyes and fell backward on the beach. He knew that it was all over:

"By the way, what did you show Paulie two days ago that made him decide to kill me."

Lawrence picked up a stone from the beach, threw it into the sea, and said slowly:

"Nothing, a forged letter."

"Where's the content?"

"It's outrageous. It's said that you will collude with the Genoese to invade Ajaccio from the sea, break into the Governor's Palace, and then be promoted as the new Governor, taking Paoli's seat."

"It's so ridiculous. Only people with paranoia would believe it."

Silla coughed twice violently and said while holding back the blood coughed up from his throat.

"Indeed, but every person in a high position is somewhat delusional. The higher the position, the heavier the burden."

Lawrence said nonchalantly, stood up from the beach, patted the sand on his clothes, looked at Silla condescendingly and said:

"Of course, Pauly won't have a chance to regret it, and neither will you."

After saying that, Lawrence turned around and patted Ya'an on the shoulder, and said solemnly:

"According to the agreement with you, he is yours."

Ya'an nodded, holding the sword with wet stains on it, and walked towards Silla on the ground.

Silla lay on the ground, tilted her head back with difficulty, took one last look at the reflection of Lawrence's back, and murmured with a silly smile as if going crazy:

"Pasquale Paoli. After all, you haven't realized that it wasn't me who kicked you out of the Governor's Palace, but this kid."

The conflict in the church was coming to an end. The materials in the catacombs were moved out under the deployment of the patrol team. The building itself quickly collapsed under the fire, leaving only a piece of rubble.

Fortunately, Lawrence had deployed patrols in advance to maintain order at the scene. The surviving gang members had been detained and protected by the patrols. If they were left in this fanatical crowd, they would be stained with blood in less than ten seconds. All over the floor.

The people gathered around the burned and collapsed church, throwing stones at the ruins with excitement and excitement.

This was the first time they discovered that even poor people like themselves could reduce this church, which was once unapproachable to strangers, to ashes with their combined strength.

Lawrence stood among the people, maintaining order while accepting the grateful and respectful attention of the people.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded from the edge of the beach.

The sound of the horses' hooves was dense and heavy. It sounded like there were a lot of people, and the weight carried on the horse's back was not low.

Lawrence didn't turn his head, he just listened for a moment and knew who it was.

The only heavy cavalry that can be mobilized quickly in Ajaccio is the cuirassiers directly affiliated with the Governor's Palace, and it is self-evident who they represent when they arrive.

Dozens of cuirassiers were seen galloping toward the church on horseback, waving their whips and crackling in the air. They had sabers and pistols on their waists, and they came fully armed.

Upon seeing this, the people calmed down a bit and stood there bewildered as they watched the cuirassiers approaching. This was the most elite force in the National Defense Forces, and no one would be stupid enough to provoke them.

Lawrence looked at the cavalry among the crowd. There were about fifty of them. It seemed that they were all dispatched.

"Everyone! Put your heads in your hands! Squat down!"

The leader of the cavalry took a few steps forward on his horse and shouted to the people present. The sound was as powerful as thunder and made many people tremble.

Seeing that many people were still standing there hesitantly, the cavalryman continued to shout:

"We received an order that a riot broke out near the dock workers' union headquarters, and we are here to suppress the riot and maintain order!"

Lawrence touched his chin, frowned and said to Old Sean beside him:

"It seems that our Governor Pauli can't stand it any longer. Old Sean, please step forward to negotiate with him first."

Old Sean nodded, pushed through the crowd in front of him, came to the cavalry, bowed to the cavalry on horseback, glanced at his cuffs with his peripheral vision, and found that he was a captain, so he said:

"Brave cavalry captain, the situation has been controlled by the patrol. There is no so-called riot."

Although the patrol team and the army are not in the same system, they are all public officials after all. After the cavalryman glanced at Old Sean's uniform on horseback, his tone softened slightly, but he still said sternly:

"It's not up to you to decide whether to call it a riot or not. Today we must put the leading thugs in jail."

As soon as these words came out, the people present looked at each other in fear. The army's dungeon was not as kind as the Ajaccio prison. Once in there, it was still a question whether they could get out alive.

Lawrence, who was hiding in the crowd, frowned even more. He didn't believe that Governor Pauli's character would use the military against the will of the people and arrest these civilians blatantly.

Thinking about it this way, the decision to arrest people was probably the cavalry captain's own initiative, thinking that he could please Governor Pauli.

While Lawrence was thinking, the cavalry had already begun to take action. The original square formation immediately dispersed and turned into a huge circular formation, surrounding the people present.

Some civilians who were timid and wanted to leave were frightened away by the cavalry waving their sabers when they approached the edge of the circle.

Seeing several cavalrymen dismounting and taking out long ropes, approaching the civilians step by step, they heard a sudden shout from the crowd:

"Wait!"

The civilians and cavalry present were all stunned, wondering who was so bold as to dare to stop these murderous cuirassiers.

After looking closely, I realized that it was Lawrence who slowly walked out of the crowd and came to the cavalry.

The people looked at Lawrence expectantly and nervously. For some reason, when Lawrence Bonaparte walked in front of them, they felt extremely at ease, as if they were in an indestructible fortress.

"You are Major Bonaparte, oh no, Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte."

This cavalry captain was one of the six cavalrymen from Bastia who escorted Lawrence and Major Trifali to go there at that time, so he immediately recognized Lawrence.

"Captain."

Lawrence's face was expressionless, and he raised his head unceremoniously and stared directly at the cavalry captain on the horse.

His military rank is two ranks higher than that of the captain, and both of them are soldiers affiliated with the Governor's Mansion, so Lawrence gives him orders completely:

"Where is your order document for this operation? I want to verify it."

The cavalry captain's pupils shrank, and he had no idea how Lawrence knew that he had not received an order to arrest anyone at all. The order given to him was to simply maintain order.

"Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte, this operation is urgent. It was authorized by General Paoli's command. There is no official document."

The cavalry captain could only hesitate and hesitate, speaking with wandering eyes.

"Really? I am the staff officer of the Governor's Mansion and can meet with the Governor at any time. You leave your subordinates here, and you and I will go to the Governor's Mansion to verify the content of the password. How about that?"