On the other side, in the large meeting hall of the Doge's Palace in Genoa
"The two districts of Ajaccio should belong to the Descartes family!"
"That's nonsense. You have already obtained Bastia's special trade license. How can you give Ajaccio to you as well?"
"Humph, anyway, the taxation rights of Bonifacio Region should belong to our Chamber of Commerce. It is our legal property."
"What kind of legal property? Now that we are discussing the redistribution of Corsica's interests, all your rights in Corsica decades ago should naturally be invalidated!"
"If you say it's invalid, it's invalid?! The parliament hasn't spoken yet!"
There is still no news about the battle situation ahead, but the dignitaries here are noisy and their faces are red.
Although they still don't know the status of the battle between the Republican Guard and the Corsican Army, they have already begun to discuss the distribution of interests among the major families on the island after retaking Corsica.
These powerful representatives are not familiar with state affairs or military affairs, but they are extremely shrewd when it comes to their own wealth. Even if it is for a distribution plan that they have no idea whether it can be realized, they will fight for every detail, even at the cost of it.
Now he lowered his body and started fighting.
Governor Batista sat above and ignored the quarrels of the representatives, not caring about maintaining order.
There is only one thing that worries him now - what happened to the Republican Guard.
Time passes minute by minute, and in Governor Batista's feeling at this moment, even a minute can be stretched to the length of a century.
Finally, after suffering for countless centuries and listening to countless useless words from those powerful representatives, the door of the great council chamber was banged hard.
In an instant, hundreds of pairs of eyes were looking at the door, and the representatives wisely stopped arguing. Counting the time, it was time for news to come back from the front line.
The two guards stepped forward and worked together to open the golden door decorated with reliefs, and everyone's hearts immediately rose to their throats.
Is it good news?
The person who appeared at the door was a Republican Guard soldier who had just returned from the battlefield with his head held high and high-spirited?
Everyone hopes so, but the reality always disappoints:
Standing at the door was a bloody, exhausted and dead-eyed defeated general. He had more than one bandage wrapped around his body, and he could only stand on his right leg. He had obviously just suffered an injury on the battlefield.
He was seriously injured, but he was lucky enough to survive.
"My lords, my lords!"
The soldier's voice was hoarse. I don't know if he screamed too much during his escape. He roared with this hoarse voice, and the only emotion of despair could be heard in his tone:
"The Republican Guard... was defeated and the entire army was wiped out! The Corsicans... have... ah!!"
Before he finished speaking, he heard a burst of sudden gunshots coming from the corridor outside the door.
Several bullets were fired into the soldier's chest from behind, raising a cloud of blood mist in the air. The soldier's pupils shrank violently, and soon he fell to the ground helplessly, completely lifeless.
There was silence in the large meeting hall, and only the few echoes of the gunfire could be heard.
The representatives were stunned. They saw a Republican Guard soldier shot and killed in front of them, and saw the bright red blood splashing on the precious marble floor. For many pampered children of the powerful, this was their first time.
Once I saw a human life disappear before my eyes.
"Ahhhhh!"
Several noble ladies looked at the red and black blood, covered their faces and screamed like crazy. These noble ladies and ladies had never seen such a bloody scene.
Although the gentlemen did not scream in alarm, their pale faces showed that these people were completely panicked.
Who was it? Who shot a Republican Guard soldier dead in the Doge's Palace in Genoa?
What answered them was the action of the Corsican people - they saw two teams of Corsican chasseurs quickly rushing into the large meeting hall, with bayonets stuck in the muzzles of their guns, and many people's boots and trousers were still stained with blood.
Walking on the marble floor, there are red footprints one step at a time.
These hunters immediately controlled and disarmed the few guards in the chamber, and then pointed their guns and bayonets at the powerful representatives present.
The dignitaries did not dare to utter a word, and could only watch blankly as more and more Corsican soldiers broke into the meeting hall and surrounded the entire hall.
After ensuring complete safety in the hall, a Corsican officer made a gesture to the outside world, and heavy footsteps sounded in the corridor from far to near.
Laurence Bonaparte walked into the hall escorted by several privy knights. He was dressed in a school officer's uniform with a dress coat casually thrown over it. He held a gun in his left hand and a sack in his right hand.
Although Lawrence hasn't spoken yet, everyone can already identify him.
Governor Batista stood up tremblingly. When he saw the seriously injured Republican Guard soldier appearing at the door, his heart stopped for a while, and he guessed the outcome of the battle ahead.
However, it was not until he saw the Corsican soldiers rushing into the big meeting hall that he realized that the enemy troops were moving so fast that even the Doge's Palace had no time to react.
"I believe you must be the distinguished Mr. Bonaparte."
Governor Batista considered the wording of his title. Since the Republic of Genoa does not officially recognize the independence of Corsica, they naturally do not recognize Lawrence's status as Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Corsica:
"I really don't know what could attract your visit..."
Lawrence smiled, said nothing, and casually threw the sack in his right hand towards Governor Batista.
Under the watchful eyes of all the dignitaries, the sack was smashed on a long table, overturning several sets of silver candlesticks, and then a red spherical object rolled out from it.
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When the dignitaries saw clearly what was in the sack, their breathing almost stopped. Several young ladies and ladies turned pale and fainted on the spot, as if they had seen something terrifying that they had never seen in their lives.
It was a human head, a bloody human head.
When the head rolled on the table, the bloody cut on the neck was still dripping with blood.
"Oh My God!"
Governor Batista's eyes widened, not only because he did not expect that Lawrence would throw a human head, but also because he quickly recognized it as the head on the neck of General Tilo Belrain.
General Tilo Belrain, who was also considered a famous general in the Republic of Genoa, ended up with such a miserable end?!
What about us?! What will happen to us, the top leaders of the Republic?!
In the crowd, a nobleman who couldn't bear such excitement screamed out. He looked several years younger than Lawrence. He was obviously the heir to a certain aristocratic family:
"You barbarian! Scum! Look what you have done, you shameless traitor! Our armies will soon be regrouped, and your poor island will soon be back under the rule of the Republic!
"
I wonder if it was because the young man believed too much in the strength of his motherland and the poverty of Corsica that his roar towards Lawrence actually contained a bit of toughness and arrogance.
Lawrence, too lazy to talk nonsense, directly raised the pistol in his left hand, aimed at the opponent's head, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
With the sound of a gunshot, the richly dressed, fair-skinned young man trembled in shock, and immediately fell to the ground, motionless, with a mixture of blood and brain fluid oozing out from under his body.
Everyone was already dumbfounded.
Governor Batista was even more shocked. He knew that the young man was the heir of a noble family. His family bloodline could even be traced back to a certain Duke in France, but Lawrence Bonaparte didn't even ask.
Shoot him on the spot without asking any questions?!
Although this was their first meeting, many people had already heard the name of Laurence Bonaparte and knew that he was a person who was praised by all, whether in France or Corsica, from the upper class dignitaries to the lower classes.
A noble gentleman.
But today, without saying a word when this young man walked into the meeting hall, he first ordered his subordinates to kill the defeated soldiers in the Governor's Palace, then cut off the defeated general's head and threw it to everyone, and now he shot him directly with his own hands.
A powerful representative who merely made rude remarks.
This is not a noble gentleman, this is clearly the devil of hell, a bloodthirsty executioner!
There was obvious fear on the faces of all the representatives. For many of them, this should be the closest to death in their lives.
Lawrence silently reloaded the pistol, blew out the smoke from the gun, and looked again at the hundreds of frightened representatives of the powerful.
Dozens of Corsican chasseurs also took a few steps forward at the right time, shrinking their encirclement.
Seeing the panic expressions on everyone's faces, including Governor Batista's, Lawrence knew that his goal had been achieved.
Now that the Corsican army has defeated Genoa's army frontally, peace negotiations will naturally be needed to formally end the war relationship between the two countries.
Lawrence's top priority now is to fight the Kingdom of Sardinia. Of course, he cannot spend a year and a half slowly negotiating a treaty with the Genoese, let alone a year and a half, even if it is only three or five days.
The current Corsican army cannot afford to waste time.
Therefore, in order to get the Genoese top brass to accept his demands in a very short period of time, Lawrence had to make them fearful, make them panic, and make them think that if they signed the treaty one day late, Genoa would be bloodbathed by the Corsicans.
Deliberately showing force and cruelty in front of this group of powerful representatives was nothing more than a diplomatic method used by Lawrence to exert pressure.
"Your Majesty the Governor, you just asked me why I came here. I will answer you now."
To be continued...