After assigning their respective tasks, Lawrence also knew that the preparation time left for him was only this afternoon and tomorrow, so after completing the plan, he immediately asked several people to take action.
As for Lawrence himself, after leaving the patrol station, he immediately rushed to the Wehrmacht camp stationed in Ajaccio.
The rifle built by Major Trifalli is still stored there. In addition, Lawrence will also take this opportunity to notify the Corsican Navy to prevent the navy from interfering with the bombardment the day after tomorrow.
After stating his identity and intention to the soldiers in the camp, Lawrence was smoothly let through and entered the camp under the admiration and admiration of the soldiers.
For Lawrence, an officer who was in the limelight, his story had already been spread among the soldiers in Ajaccio. Even Major Trifalli had been pestered by the soldiers here to tell it to him no less than ten times just one day after he returned to the camp.
The story of the Fourth Battalion.
Under the leadership of a soldier, Lawrence also met Major Trifali who had just returned to his post.
"How is work?"
Looking at Cui Farley who was sorting out a half-meter-high stack of documents, Lawrence greeted with a smile.
Major Cui Fali wiped the sweat from his forehead and shrugged helplessly:
"They are all routine procedures. I have been a quartermaster for so many years, so there is nothing difficult. Oh, I still have those rifles here. I will send someone to deliver them to you later. Of course, no one else knows about these guns."
According to Lawrence's request, the existence of the rifle is still a secret. Major Trifali also wants to seize this opportunity to become famous in Europe and cooperates with Lawrence's confidentiality request.
Lawrence nodded, then looked at Cui Farley seriously and said:
"By the way, Major, are you familiar with people in the Navy?"
"Navy?" Major Cui Farley scratched his head and said:
"There are only two battleships in the navy. They are usually anchored in the port of Ajaccio. Their supply procedures will also go through my hands, so I am somewhat familiar with them."
After hearing this, Lawrence couldn't help but nodded with emotion, thinking that he was indeed a quartermaster in charge of logistics, from the cuirassiers directly under the Governor's Palace to the Corsican Navy, so he said softly:
"Major, I have a favor to trouble you. It's a request."
Now Lawrence is no longer Trifali's commander, but the two are still collaborating on a project to improve rifles. Considering this relationship, Lawrence estimates that Major Trifali will not be able to refuse.
"Huh? Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte, just say it." Cui Farley put the document on the table and clapped his hands generously and said.
"The day after tomorrow, the dock workers' union headquarters will be bombarded from the sea. I hope the Corsican Navy will stay put."
Even though he knew there were only two of them in the room, Lawrence still lowered his voice and said.
As soon as the words came out, Major Cui Farley couldn't help but stood there with his mouth wide open. It took him a while to realize what Lawrence was going to do, and said in panic:
"To be honest, this...this kind of thing is not something I can decide."
Lawrence was not surprised by Major Cui Farley's shock, and then said:
"As a Lieutenant Colonel of the National Defense Force, I can make a written commitment that I am willing to bear all the negative consequences of this incident on the Corsican Navy. I also ask Major Trifali to convey this to the Navy on my behalf."
"Even so...this..." Major Cui Farley stood there in embarrassment and kept tying his hair.
Seeing that Major Cui Farley was still hesitant, Lawrence directly showed his trump card:
"Major, I can completely give up the honor of inventing the rifle to you. Your name will remain in history from now on. As long as the smoke is still burning, no one will forget your name. Of course, the conditions are.
..”
"hiss..."
Major Cui Farley took a breath of air, closed his mouth, swallowed, and looked ahead blankly.
After half a minute of silence, Major Cui Farley finally spoke and said with a wry smile:
"Lieutenant Colonel, what you want me to do should be more than just sending messages to people in the Navy."
"certainly."
Lawrence nodded and said, if it was just to send a message, Lawrence must have a way to contact the navy officers, but naturally he had other considerations when he came to Major Trifali.
So Lawrence went on to say:
"I hope Major Cui Farley will show your support for me when communicating with people in the Navy."
Major Cui Farley knew what Lawrence meant as soon as he thought about it. As the quartermaster in charge of logistics, the supplies needed by the navy had to pass through his hands. Lawrence was using himself to threaten the people of the navy.
However, what Lawrence said about giving him the honor of being the inventor of the rifle made Major Trifali very moved. He did not hesitate to offend General Nathan in order to improve the musket with Lawrence.
After stating his intention, Lawrence sat down on his own and did not urge Major Trifali to make a decision. He just sat silently on the chair and looked at him.
Finally, after a long struggle, Major Cui Farley sighed and said:
"I see."
...
After walking out of the camp in Ajaccio, Lawrence signaled the orderlies behind him to deliver the ten tightly wrapped rifles and mini rounds to the patrol station, while he returned home first.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Lawrence got home. After Anna learned that Lawrence had been running around all day without even eating, she was distressed and hurriedly ran into the kitchen and started preparing grilled cheese and onion soup.
About half an hour later, Anna, wearing thickened kitchen gloves, came out with a large bowl of steaming soup that had a texture very similar to jelly. After placing the wooden bowl on the dining table, she said with a little worry:
"Try it, sir, Mrs. Dora taught me how to make it."
Lawrence scooped up a piece of cheese with a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, smiling and saying:
“Very good Anna, very fresh and delicious.”
After hearing this, Anna couldn't help but grin, and then immediately lowered her head, her face turned red, and she covered half of her face with thick gloves. After saying a few words, she turned around and ran back to the kitchen:
"First...sir, please be patient, I'm going to clean up the kitchen."
In the middle of Lawrence's dinner, someone suddenly knocked on the door, guessing that someone from the patrol came to return.
Before Lawrence could get up, Anna held up her skirt and trotted forward to open the door.
The person who came to return was Ya'an. He was still wearing the linen shirt and cloak, and he was holding a stack of paper full of words in his hand, which should be the results of the investigation commissioned by Lawrence.
Lawrence waved to Ya'an to come in and sit opposite him, and asked:
"what's the result?"
"It's all here." Ya'an stood up, handed the paper to Lawrence with both hands, and then sat down.
Lawrence looked at the dense letters on it and recognized Ya'an's work efficiency. In just half a day, he not only collected the names of customers requested by Lawrence, but also marked their approximate occupation and residential area.
"Let me see... Marcelino Capo, a farmer in the country, Lalu Daher, the steward of a certain estate..."
Lawrence read several messages in a row. They were basically bought by farmers and herdsmen in the countryside for use as feed. These customers also purchased on demand from time to time and in quantities. After all, farmers preferred to interact with other farmers in the village.
Bartering, rarely going to the city to buy feed at high prices.
"Are there any customers who buy regularly?" Lawrence frowned and asked Ya'an.
Ya'an nodded heavily, put his index finger on a person's name, and said:
"Old Mario, people also call him kind Mario, is the director of the Ajaccio orphanage."