"Hey, did you hear anything? There seems to be movement outside!"
It was dark at night, and a Sardinian soldier sat up from his bed in a daze. He frowned and muttered to himself. I don't know whether it was because of auditory hallucinations or dreams, but he always felt that there seemed to be a sound coming from the direction of the center of the town.
There was a commotion of chaos and chaos.
But the soldiers in the room were still snoring loudly, and no one paid any attention to his doubts. Most of these exhausted soldiers fell into endless dreams as soon as they lay down.
The soldier listened carefully for a while, and after much hesitation, he shook his sleeping companion next to him:
"Don't sleep, get up and listen, there seems to be something going on...
"Hmm...? Fuck you, why are you shaking!"
The companion who was shaken awake was stunned for a moment, then cursed and turned over impatiently, ready to continue his sweet dream:
"If there is any fucking movement, it must be some young people who can't control their private parts and violate the ban to steal women. How serious is it? Colonel Bartland will definitely deal with them when he wakes up tomorrow. You should go to sleep quickly and march.
It’s not often that you can sleep in a bed outside.”
After saying that, his companion turned his head and ignored the soldier, and soon bursts of snoring came from his nose.
"Am I overthinking it..."
The soldier scratched his head. He wanted to go out and take a look to confirm the situation, but he immediately remembered that Colonel Bartland had ordered all soldiers to stay in the house tonight and was strictly prohibited from going out to cause trouble. He didn't want to be with those who were working tomorrow morning.
The soldiers who raped civilian girls were punished together.
Just when he was about to get back into bed with the remaining sleepiness, a sound of rapidly approaching footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
The soldier was stunned immediately, and the hairs on his back stood up instantly.
He was stunned as he watched several black figures suddenly and quickly rush into the room. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. As for his other sleeping companions, there was no reaction at all.
In the hazy night, he could barely make out the outlines of the bodies of the group of people, as well as the sharp blades in their hands that shone bright silver in the moonlight.
"You are...!"
He subconsciously wanted to yell loudly, but all he saw was that the leader of the other party raised his hand and stabbed out a sword, heading straight for his throat.
The soldier was already slow to react due to fatigue and sleepiness. At this time, he had no weapons to resist resistance. He could only watch in horror as the sharp blade continued to expand in his field of vision. For a moment,
Then it completely penetrated his neck.
The other people who broke into the room were not idle either. They followed closely and pointed the sharp blades in their hands mercilessly at the Sardinian soldiers on the ground who were barely aware of them.
These sleeping Sardinian soldiers had their necks wiped or their hearts penetrated in their sleep, and they continued to dream in a pool of blood from which they would never wake up.
The leader pulled out his sword with an indifferent expression, and hurriedly left the room with the others without looking back. They didn't even have time to stay to see if these soldiers had completely died:
"Let's go, hurry up! We have to kill as many as possible before these Sardinian brats react!"
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"You will pay for your stupidity soon, Constantine, you ignorant monkey!"
In the city hall, Colonel Bartland gritted his teeth and stared at Constantine in front of him, staring at the short knife at the tip of his nose, trying to keep his head calm.
In any case, as an officer who was promoted on the front line with solid military merit, Colonel Bartland did not lose his mind in this desperate situation. He made nonsense to try to attract Constantine's attention and find a way to escape from here.
Opportunity.
As long as he can escape here and regroup his troops, Colonel Bartram can reduce this town to ashes overnight and drown the damn monkey in front of him in his own urine.
"I told you, shut up, Savoy, and put your hands up and squat down!"
Constantine gave a cold cry, and he pressed the tip of the knife firmly against Colonel Bartland's face, keeping the blade slightly immersed in the opponent's skin, but not piercing too deeply.
The city official was also very calm at this time. He knew that even if he executed Colonel Bartland here, it would not help. Even if this large Sardinian army was leaderless, it would not be their small town with only a few hundred militiamen stationed at all.
Can be resisted.
The best way Constantine could think of was to send militiamen to create chaos among the Sardinian soldiers under the cover of darkness while the prisoners held Colonel Bartland and other officers hostage.
In this way, the Sardinian army, which was already exhausted and in chaos, would have to find another place to regroup, and the captured Colonel Bartland would also prevent the Sardinian army from rashly attacking Propp in a short period of time.
Riano takes revenge.
As long as this town can be given some breathing space and waits for the main force of the National Defense Force to move northward, Propriano will be safe.
"Do you really dare to kill me, Corsican?"
Colonel Butland stared into Constantine's eyes, and then he laughed ferociously.
Although he has suffered two major defeats in Corsica, this does not mean that he is a mediocre and incompetent officer. On the contrary, the experienced Colonel Butland is now fully able to discern what Constantine's plan is.
"you..."
Constantine frowned, and he put a little more force on his hand, but as the other party said, he did not dare to stab Colonel Bartland's head right here with this short knife.
He winked to several militiamen behind him, signaling them to immediately step forward and capture Bartlan alive.
The colonel also instantly noticed Constantine's movements. Before the militiaman approached, he turned around and picked up the officer's saber on the bed cabinet.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Colonel Bartland took out his sword from its sheath, but the point of the sword was not aimed at Constantine in front of him, but the blade was pressed against his own
Vulnerable carotid arteries:
"Stay away from me, Corsicans! I know what the conspiracy is in your hearts. Do you want to use me as a bargaining chip? Then don't let me act rashly. If I die here, this whole town will
They will all be buried with me!"
"Damn it!"
Constantine spat, and had no choice but to wave his hands to stop a few of his subordinates. In his plan, only by capturing Colonel Bartland, the all-powerful commander, could he bring a glimmer of hope to Propriano.
And Colonel Bartland obviously realized this, so he dared to use his own life as a threat without restraint.
The two sides faced each other nervously, and no one dared to make any rash move.
Colonel Bartland wielded a knife and slowly moved to the window. Taking advantage of the wide view of the building, he glanced out of the window with his peripheral vision:
The peaceful and peaceful town at midnight was now in complete chaos. Propriano's militiamen and the townspeople who volunteered to join the battle were running through the streets and alleys with bloody blades. They didn't know that they had been killed tonight.
How many sleeping Sardinian soldiers were sent into the arms of death.
Since Constantine deliberately dispersed the Sardinian troops to various corners of the town, and Colonel Bartland was induced to issue a ban on his soldiers, only a few soldiers were aware of the Corsicans for a while.
A night attack was launched.
Even many Sardinian soldiers did not choose to resist after discovering that they were being attacked. With low morale, they thought they were being attacked by French pursuers from Ajaccio.
The leader raised his hands to surrender in an organized manner.
But after nearly two hours of unilateral killing, some Sardinian soldiers finally noticed something unusual without a commander and began to launch a small-scale counterattack against the militia forces.
As the scale of the battle continued to expand, both Colonel Bartland and Constantine could foresee that it would not be long before the entire Sardinian army would inevitably react from this surprise attack.
Block a counterattack by a regular army of thousands of men.
Colonel Bartland, who knew that time was on his side, was even more proud. He grinned and continued to hold the blade against his neck, waiting for his soldiers to rush into the city hall to rescue him after reacting.
And several large beads of sweat suddenly shed on Constantine's forehead. If Bartlan cannot be captured alive immediately, the entire town will surely fall into a state of catastrophe:
"We can't delay it any longer... Do we want to take the risk and give it a try..."
How could Colonel Bartland not know what the other person was thinking at the moment? He increased the strength on his hand, deliberately letting Constantine see the sharp blade slightly embedded in his neck, as if with just a little force, the blood spurting out would
It was splashed all over the ground on the spot.
And just when the situation was tense and ready to attack, a town militiaman suddenly broke in. His voice was mixed with 30% anxiety and 70% joy:
"Constantine! North, in the direction of Ajaccio! Our reinforcements are coming!"
"What did you say?!"
Constantine and Colonel Bartland said almost in unison. Neither of them expected that after experiencing such a catastrophic siege, Ajaccio would still have the energy to pursue the fleeing Sardinian troops.
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Colonel Bartland was even more stunned. He had already confirmed during the day that the French Mediterranean Fleet did not provide military assistance to Corsica. So where did this pursuing force come from? Could it be that the Corsican people would
Were the equally exhausted city defense troops also dispatched?!
And taking advantage of the gap when Colonel Bartland was distracted, Constantine's eyes darkened, and he flew forward instinctively. With an elbow, he knocked off the saber across Bartland's neck.
The stunned colonel fell to the ground and immediately put his hands behind his back to control him.
Colonel Bartland, who was suddenly hit by this blow, was dizzy for a while, then realized something, and shouted angrily:
"Despicable! How dare you use this kind of false news to distract me?! Well, you will soon see that even if you capture me alive, it will have no effect at all. My soldiers will flatten this city tonight!"
The militiaman who was communicating just glanced at Colonel Butland on the ground indifferently:
"You are wrong, you Sardinian bastard. This is not false news. Our reinforcements have entered the outskirts of the town. They are troops led by Monsieur Bonaparte himself."
"What...?!"
Colonel Butland's face instantly turned pale. He knew that the other party had no need to continue lying after he captured him alive. In other words, Ajaccio's pursuers had really arrived around Propriano.
"How is this possible!"
Colonel Bartland seemed to have lost his soul, his eyes were as broken as a dead man, and he couldn't stop muttering to himself. In just three days after arriving in Corsica, he had suffered three consecutive setbacks:
"Even if Laurence Bonaparte returned to Ajaccio, how could he dare to pursue me with just the city defense troops and citizen levies... And why didn't my reconnaissance post report this incident..."
Of course, what Colonel Bartland didn't know was that the reconnaissance troops he deployed around the town had long been noticed by Constantine. The astute city official took advantage of having fun with Bartland and sent people to
The scouts were also lured back to the town and participated in the soldiers' drinking and gluttony.
These scouts were also exhausted from two days and one night of high-intensity combat marches. When they knew that the soldiers in the towns could live in sheltered houses and drink as much as they wanted, but they could only stand guard in the wilderness.
Guarding against an unlikely pursuit force, these scouts suddenly felt a sense of injustice in their hearts.
Therefore, when faced with the invitation of city officials, they did not hesitate to sneak back to the town to have a party together. After all, such a wanton carnival is extremely rare in military life, even if they have to accept Colonel Bartland the next day.
The punishment is worth it to them.
Constantine's action was originally intended to prevent these scouts from discovering anomalies prematurely and causing the entire Sardinian army to react quickly, but now it seems that this also happened to allow Ajaccio's pursuers to remain unaware.
He reached the outskirts of Propriano without being noticed by the Sardinians.
"Laurence Bonaparte, it's him again, it's him again!"
Colonel Bartland's mind on the ground was blank, with only this question lingering in his mind.
...
"What is going on now!"
At this moment, on the street of the town, a Sardinian non-commissioned officer raised his knife and chopped down the Corsican militiaman in front of him to the ground. He wiped the blood splattered on his eyes, looked at the chaotic street in front of him, and felt filled with sorrow.
It’s resentment and confusion:
"Where have all the officers gone? Damn it! I don't know where the other troops are stationed. Why hasn't Colonel Butland issued the order yet?"
Since Colonel Bartland and his close officers were controlled by Constantine in the city hall, the Sardinian army, which had lost its superiors' command, had completely become a headless fly.
Coupled with their unfamiliarity with the terrain of this town, the soldiers had to fight independently under the leadership of their superiors. They had no idea what was going on here and what the situation of other troops was at this moment.
But fortunately, relying on their absolute superiority in strength and combat quality, the Sardinian army gradually gained the upper hand in the battle, and the troops that were divided into small groups gradually gathered together.
And just when the Sardinian army was planning to search for Colonel Bartland and pour out all the fury of revenge on this town, the battle situation changed suddenly again:
I saw more than a thousand white-robed swordsmen pouring into Propriano from all directions. Without any explanation, they raised their swords and joined the battle, and started fighting again with this group of exhausted Sardinian soldiers.
A bloody hand-to-hand street battle.
"This is...!"
A Sardinian soldier was trying to use his bayonet to block the long sword thrust by the swordsman in front of him, but he saw that the opponent's sword blade was as flexible as a snake and as fast as lightning. He easily bypassed the soldier's sword with just one glance.
Blocking, he stabbed the sword blade into his heart accurately.
The Sardinian soldiers soon discovered to their horror that they were no match for this group of swordsmen in close combat. Many soldiers did not even have time to see clearly where the opponent's sword blade was stabbing. Their chests or
Blood was already gushing out from his neck.
What's more, these soldiers were exhausted, outnumbered, and panicked because of the militia raid just now, and their command was chaotic. Even though they had a numerical advantage, these Sardinian soldiers could not stand up to the swordsmen who suddenly came to join the battlefield.
They had no choice but to become the dead souls under the opponent's sword one by one.
After this overwhelming massacre lasted for more than half an hour, looking at the white robes of the swordsmen that were almost stained with blood, a Sardinian sergeant suddenly realized something and couldn't help covering his mouth and exclaimed:
"By God, these are Knights Hospitallers!"
Only then did the Sardinian army realize that the knights, who had been severely damaged by the Naples navy's surprise attack on the island of Malta, had been stationed in the territory of Corsica.
And relying on Laurence Bonaparte's relationship with the Knights and his position as Captain of the Guard within the Knights, it was not difficult for him to convince the Knights Hospitaller to serve as the main force in this pursuit.
In fact, the Kingdom of Sardinia did not fail to consider the unstable factor of the remnants of the Knights Hospitaller before executing the plan to raid Ajaccio.
However, in their calculations, the Sardinian Army only needed half a day to capture Ajaccio, and the Knights Hospitallers would most likely not have time to reinforce Ajaccio. Once they faced these monks who were good at wielding swords on the field battlefield,
Their superb swordsmanship is useless in the face of muskets and is of no concern at all.
But no Sardinian sergeant could have imagined that they would actually engage in another brutal hand-to-hand combat with this group of monks who had been practicing swordsmanship for more than ten years.
And this was not the most desperate thing for the Sardinian army. Another piece of news that followed made the non-commissioned officers and soldiers present completely give up the idea of resistance:
An army of more than 3,000 men led by Laurence Bonaparte had arrived at Propriano and directly launched a siege of the entire town.
If the Sardinian army was well-positioned and waiting for the arrival of the Corsican army, they might still have the confidence to fight with it, but at this moment, the Sardinian army stationed in the town itself has reached the edge of collapse:
The upper-level officers are missing and must have been captured by the enemy; the command system is in complete chaos, and no officer who can convince the masses has yet to stand up to lead the entire army; the soldiers are already depleted and their morale is broken, and now they have to fight with a group of
The top swordsmen engaged in fierce hand-to-hand combat; they could not even retreat, Laurence Bonaparte had led his army to surround the entire town.
Faced with such a desperate situation, even those military gods who were celebrities in history would probably frown and feel troubled when they saw it, let alone the middle and low-ranking non-commissioned officers of the Kingdom of Sardinia who were present.
After a brief but intense discussion, the Sardinian sergeants had no choice but to make a collective decision with grief and resentment:
They ordered all the soldiers to drop their weapons and give up resistance, and then sent several non-commissioned officers who tied their hands as representatives to the Corsican Army position outside the town to surrender to Laurence Bonaparte.
From then on, as the representative non-commissioned officers were dejectedly sent to the center of the Corsican Army under the escort of the Knights' monks, nearly one-third of the standing army of the Kingdom of Sardinia was officially declared to be completely independent on the land of Corsica.
The army was destroyed.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After confirming the true willingness of the Sardinian army to surrender, Lawrence immediately ordered the French garrison and the Central Gendarmerie surrounding the town to enter Propriano and begin cleaning the battlefield
And accepted this batch of nearly 6,000 prisoners of war.
Although these two troops did not receive enough rest and recuperation like the Sardinian army, they were more than enough to perform simple tasks such as cleaning the battlefield.
The reason why Lawrence ordered these two troops to accompany him in pursuit was mainly to bluff and frighten the exhausted Sardinian army. The main force of the battle still relied on the monks of the Knights Hospitaller.
As the Corsican army entered Propriano, the war that had been burning in this town all night was finally completely extinguished. Although a very small number of Sardinian soldiers did not receive the order to surrender or chose to resist.
But this group of soldiers soon fell under the suppression of the Corsican army.
At dawn on June 26, Propriano was fully back in the arms of the Corsican people.
Accompanied by a group of officers, Laurence Bonaparte rode a shiny white horse into the town of Propriano for the second time.
The morning light of the sunrise pierced the thick fog and reflected on Lawrence's blond hair. The golden light that followed seemed to converge into a wonderful pattern on the top of his head - as if it was a hat made of bright golden light.
Caesar's crown.
As Lawrence and the Corsican soldiers entered the town, the residents felt that they had ushered in a real dawn.
People who had survived the disaster walked out of their homes one after another, almost all of them with tears in their eyes. The townspeople flocked to the main road of the town, watching with the most admiration and admiration as their leader slowly rode in the golden morning light.
OK, sacred and majestic.
Little George, who was at the front of the crowd, stared intently at Lawrence on the horse. The piety in his eyes was even ten times greater than when he was praying in the church.
And the reason why they admire this leader so much is not because of the overwhelming publicity, nor because of the legendary stories that are true or false, but simply because the Prime Minister Bonaparte in front of them has brought them everything they have never had before.
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The thin monkey Constantine also led a group of municipal officials and waited on the main road of the town with the group of Sardinian officers who were tied up.
Seeing the adult who personally brought him freedom and liberation appeared in front of him, the corners of the thin monkey Constantine's eyes couldn't help but get wet. He knew that his heart, which had worked all night for Propriano,
At this moment I can finally let go completely.
"Monsieur Bonaparte...!"
He quickly stepped forward excitedly, bowed to Lawrence on horseback, and then briefly recounted to Lawrence everything that had happened in the town.
"So that's it... No wonder the Sardinian army fell into chaos before we arrived."
After listening to Constantine's description, Lawrence suddenly looked at the unattractive man in front of him with a hint of approval.
During the previous siege of the ancient fortress of the landlord group, this man had the courage to lead the serf army to launch an uprising and voluntarily submit to the government forces. Now he was able to use his strategy and wisdom to defeat the entire Sardinian army with the power of hundreds of militiamen.
Stirring up a pot of porridge, from this point of view, this is indeed a rare talent.
If the Sardinian army had not unexpectedly descended into chaos in the town, Lawrence would have been prepared for a field battle with them.
Although Lawrence was still confident that he could defeat the exhausted Sardinian army head-on with the help of the monks of the Knights Hospitaller, but with Constantine's cooperation inside and outside, Lawrence still lost many necessary sacrifices.
After writing down Constantine's name in his mind, Lawrence turned his attention to the disheveled Colonel Butland in the back.
Since he had fought against him in the Battle of Bonifacio a year ago, Lawrence still had some impression of his appearance, and he could also identify him as the supreme commander of the Sardinian army based on his clothing features:
"Are you Bartland?"
Colonel Bartland shuddered when his name was called.
Previously, he was able to bravely place the knife on his neck in front of Constantine. On the one hand, he was determined that Constantine did not dare to kill him directly. On the other hand, it was also because he despised the monkey-like man from the bottom of his heart.
Generally ugly aldermen.
But now, in front of Laurence Bonaparte, a superior who had the power of life and death over himself, Colonel Bartram instantly lost the majesty he had a few hours ago. He was even trembling all over and could hardly lift himself up.
The young man in front of him was the culprit who took away all his status and gave him a lifelong shame. Colonel Bartland once thought about killing this unrelenting enemy himself day and night, and even did not hesitate to use his
All resources were exchanged for the opportunity to command the advance troops of the Kingdom of Sardinia.
However, at this moment, Lawrence Bonaparte, who had a blood feud with him, was standing five yards in front of him. Colonel Butland could not bring up the slightest bit of hatred. At this time, his heart was completely wrapped in boundless fear.
With.
Although he knew that he would not be spared the punishment of life imprisonment even if he returned to his homeland after losing one third of the standing army of the Kingdom of Sardinia, but even then, it would be countless times better than dying in Corsica in a foreign country:
"I am Diego Batlan di Belfordi, a colonel in the Royal Army of the Kingdom of Sardinia. You may have heard of my family. The Belfordi family is a noble family with a long history. My ancestors have been here for three hundred years.
Formerly granted the title of Holy Roman Empire, my brother is the contemporary Count Belforte..."
Colonel Bartram desperately talked about the nobility of his blood, just to hint to Lawrence that he should be treated as a surrendering noble and have the power to pay ransom or other prices in exchange for his personal freedom.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But Lauren was obviously not interested in listening to a defeated general telling about his noble family genealogy. He only said one sentence and instantly let Colonel Bartland
Choked on all words:
"Did you order the fire in Ajaccio?"
Colonel Bartland was stunned and did not respond for a long time, while the Sardinian officers behind him were nodding their heads desperately.
"Yeah..."
Lawrence's eyes flashed with murderous intent for a moment, and then he regained his composure after sighing softly. He moved his eyes away from Colonel Bartland, no longer looking at him, and immediately waved to call several Central Military Police:
"Immediately send someone to escort him back to Ajaccio, and the citizens of Ajaccio will hold a public trial on their own. The Prime Minister's Office and the Supreme Court do not need to interfere with the trial process. The final trial result will be implemented by the Central Gendarmerie."
"Slow...slow!"
As soon as Lawrence finished speaking, Colonel Bartland screamed out in horror.
Let the citizens of Ajaccio hold a public trial against him? Colonel Bartland did not even have to think about what kind of verdict the citizens who had just suffered from the trauma of the war would vote for him.
Lingchi, car-breaking, burning... each of the extremely painful tortures flashed through his mind. No one knew what means the group of citizens would use to end his life. Just thinking of those tortures
As soon as he heard the name, Colonel Bartland's whole body became weak, and he could only let out a meaningless wail.
Several central military police ignored Colonel Bartland's gaffe and struggle. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, they picked up the commander of the Sardinian forces and dragged him out of the town like a dead animal.
After dragging it away, people could even see a water stain left by Colonel Bartland's crotch rubbing against the ground.
As the zombie-like Colonel Bartland was dragged away from everyone's sight, the townspeople of Propriano immediately burst into cheers. There is no joy compared to hearing a tsunami of joy in person.
The invaders will die tragically on Corsican soil.
Lawrence turned his attention to the captured Sardinian soldiers. Based on Constantine's description, he pondered for a moment and ordered again:
"Gather all the prisoners of war to the central square of the town, and give the townspeople half a day to identify the soldiers who committed the atrocities last night. Those identified by more than five people will be executed on the spot without interrogation; after half a day, all soldiers who have not been identified will be detained.
Go to work in the silver mines of Ajaccio, and those who perform well can be granted Corsican citizenship and become free men after three years."
Those Sardinian soldiers who had caused trouble and committed mischief last night turned pale after hearing this, and almost fell to the ground with black eyes. However, those Sardinian soldiers who were keeping their peace and quiet were not only worried, but also had an indescribable complexity in their hearts.
mood.
They have long heard about the current treatment of Corsican free people. Not only can they directly obtain a piece of land by virtue of their citizenship and rural household registration, but they are also exempted from excessive expropriation by the landlords and only need to turn over a small part of the harvest to the Ministry of Finance.
Especially after arriving in Propriano, these Sardinian soldiers were also surprised to find that the wealth of this town was far beyond their imagination.
In their minds, only in the Po River Plain, the richest place in the Kingdom of Sardinia, could a small town of more than 20,000 people possibly supply the food and drinks needed by an army of more than 6,000 people at once.
It has to be done in a good harvest year.
For these Sardinian civilians who are originally from the lowest background, if they can really become a Corsican free citizen in three years, it seems to be much better than staying in the army and being bossed around by the officers.
When they thought of this, many Sardinian soldiers had looks of expectation and hope on their faces.
Lawrence also sighed slightly when he saw this. The reason why he did not kill all these Sardinian prisoners of war was because he knew in his heart that war is still essentially a game played by superiors, and these soldiers are essentially just pawns who follow orders.
A few years ago, or even a few months ago, these so-called soldiers might have been no different from the Corsican townspeople present.
Most of them were tenants or serfs who were living in the Kingdom of Sardinia. They were forced to join the army because of the coercion and inducement of the recruiting officers. They received training for several weeks and were awarded the status of soldiers.
Lawrence was also unwilling to slaughter all the Sardinian soldiers who were merely following orders and did not commit any additional atrocities.
Of course, the reason why Lawrence wants to integrate these Sardinian prisoners of war into Corsican society is essentially for a longer-term goal-to integrate Sardinia and establish a common national identity between Corsica and Sardinia.
, and even establish a unified national identity for all Italy in the future.
Since the goal is to reunify and revive the whole of Italy, in Lawrence's eyes, both the Sardinians and the Savoys are compatriots who will be integrated into the title of Italians, and he has no need to treat innocent people.
The prisoners of war were slaughtered unnecessarily.
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After handling Propriano’s many affairs, Major Serulier, who was accompanying him, was obviously relieved:
"The landing force that raided Ajaccio was completely wiped out. The Kingdom of Sardinia will definitely be devastated. I'm afraid they won't be able to plot against Corsica during the entire war. This is also
This means that Corsica will almost never be a threat in the war, and we can wait until the war is over."
In the view of Major Serrurier, the Kingdom of Sardinia has now lost the ability to covet Corsica, and the Grand Duchy of Tuscany and the Duchy of Milan, which are in the same camp, have no ability to cross the sea to attack Corsica. The Sicilian rebellion
Not to mention the army, their attention has always been on the Apennine Peninsula.
As for the secretly operating Great Britain, after their failure in supporting the Kingdom of Sardinia to attack Corsica, it is estimated that they will not take any more radical actions in the short term.
Corsica, which has strategic security, can accept war aid from France and at the same time send a small group of troops to the Kingdom of Naples as symbolic support. Now as long as it waits for the end of the war, the war aid it receives from France alone will cost Corsica.
Signia has benefited greatly.
Chief of Staff Berthier also agreed with this conservative but effective plan and suggested to Lawrence:
"We can take a short rest in Propriano, then return to Ajaccio to garrison, and at the same time recruit troops and set up defenses at important ports, so we can persist until the end of the war... We have just completed a total of 100 troops in Ajaccio and Propriano.
Annihilating nearly ten thousand Sardinian troops, this achievement will also make Spain and the Kingdom of Naples have nothing to say about our subsequent defense and war avoidance."
Everyone in the Army Staff also nodded in agreement. This is indeed a strategic direction with extremely low risks.
But as the focus of everyone, Lawrence has yet to express his position.
He looked at the map on the table thoughtfully, suddenly picked up a quill, drew an arrow from Propriano to Bonifacio, and then circled the entire island of Sardinia:
"No, we will rest here and wait to rendezvous with the main force of the National Defense Forces. Then we will not return to Ajaccio and continue south to Bonifacio, where..."
"Across the channel to attack Sardinia?"
Berthier was surprised to take over Lawrence's plan. He took a breath and analyzed it carefully:
"Indeed, the main source of the soldiers of the landing force we just annihilated came from Sardinia rather than the mainland of Savoy. This means that Sardinia's defenses must be very empty at the moment. If nothing else, we
It should be easy to capture...but..."
Major Serurier on the side nodded understandingly and added:
"Occupying Sardinia may not be a good choice strategically. Your Excellency Bonaparte, the Kingdom of Sardinia does not rely on that island. Even if Sardinia is occupied, it will not be a major loss for them.
Our already limited forces are forced to be allocated to the defense of Sardinia. If the enemy forces reorganize their attack on Corsica, it may be very dangerous."
"But now is the best time to capture Sardinia."
Lawrence's pen tip hit the Bonifacio Strait between Corsica and Sardinia several times:
"The Kingdom of Sardinia is frightened by the French Mediterranean Fleet and will not dare to compete for sea control in the Mediterranean in a short period of time. We can take the opportunity to cross the strait safely. Once the Kingdom of Sardinia's navy reacts, it will be difficult for the Corsican Navy to control the sea.
We have taken the initiative; you should all know that Corsica and Sardinia share the same origin, and it is imperative to integrate Sardinia into the Kingdom of Corsica."
"But even so..." Berthier was not shy about raising objections to Lawrence, and still analyzed carefully:
"Even if we occupy Sardinia, the King of Sardinia will not be willing to cede that island to the Kingdom of Corsica at the center of the peace treaty; although they have just suffered a major defeat, compared with Corsica,
The military strength of the Kingdom of Sardinia still occupies an absolute advantage."
King Carlo Emanuele III of Sardinia still has 20,000 standing troops and military assistance from Great Britain. With such a huge war advantage, it is naturally impossible for him to take over Sardinia just because it is occupied.
Ceded to Corsica.
Faced with Berthier's worries, Lawrence once again responded to him with the movements of his hands:
Lawrence's pen tip was drawn directly from Santa Teresa in the north of Sardinia to Cagliari, the capital in the south. He paused there for a moment, then raised his hand, and a beautiful arc appeared on the map.
——That is an arc that leads directly from Cagliari to Turin, the capital of the Kingdom of Sardinia.
Under everyone's shocked gaze, Lawrence said in a deep voice:
"Of course Carlo Emanuele III will not cede Sardinia willingly, but when the Corsican battle flag flies over the palace in Turin, I think that king will make a wise choice."
