"By the way, Lieutenant Seth, you first go to the task force camp and order the soldiers to prepare for departure."
Lawrence, who was walking on the road, suddenly stopped and turned to Lieutenant Seth and said:
"Major Trefarley and I have something to do."
"Yes, I understand."
Lieutenant Seth replied eloquently. He also knew that his status was still incomparable with Major Trifali, so after a brief salute, he quickened his pace and left.
When Lieutenant Seth's figure disappeared completely, Lawrence grabbed Major Trifali and asked in a low voice:
"Major, what happened to the rifles?"
Two years ago, Lawrence requested ten experimental rifles from Major Trifalley and distributed them to the most loyal patrolmen for testing.
Various problems arising during the test were also summarized by Lawrence and reported regularly to Major Trifali to help him make further improvements.
Hearing Lawrence ask about this revolutionary new weapon, Major Cui Farley immediately became solemn and said in a low voice:
"It has been improved a lot compared to the original prototype, but it may not be enough to be used as a standard weapon. Its service life has not been fully measured, and the production process is also..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Lawrence quickly stopped Major Cui Farley and said with a frown:
"I don't want to know the details of the project, I just want to know if it can now shoot lead bullets into the hearts of Sardinians."
"Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte, do you want to use your rifle in this battle?!"
Upon hearing Lawrence's request, Major Cui Farley suddenly became excited and asked repeatedly.
As one of the creators of the rifle, Major Trifari is looking forward to its performance on the real battlefield.
He is also looking forward to having his name spread throughout Europe with this gun in the future.
However, Major Cui Farley thought about it for a moment, his excitement dissipated a bit, and he sighed and said:
"But now I only have about ten rifles. They are all for testing. Even if I add the ten rifles you have there, Lieutenant Colonel, their effect on the battlefield will be minimal."
In accordance with Lawrence's request, Major Trifali always regarded the existence of the rifle as the biggest secret and never revealed it to anyone else.
But the disadvantage of this is that Major Cui Farley didn't even have an assistant. He only relied on him to complete the entire process from parts forging to assembly, which made the output of rifles really pitiful.
Not to mention that he is also responsible for the improvement and design of rifles as well as his own job.
If sufficient output is required under this kind of workload, capitalists will cry when they hear it.
"Quantity aside, how is the shooting quality?"
Lawrence asked nonchalantly. He also knew that the number of these firearms would not be large.
"The accuracy is much better than at the beginning. Now we can achieve accurate shooting at a distance of two hundred yards." Major Cui Farley answered skillfully.
Two hundred yards is about 180 meters. Although this effective range is far inferior to later generations of rifles, it is already a huge leap forward for today's muskets.
Lawrence lowered his head and thought about something. After a moment, he nodded to himself. He seemed to have made up his mind and ordered:
"Two hundred yards... is enough, Major. Send someone to bring all these rifles, as well as the ones from the patrol."
"That's it... okay, I'll go right away."
Major Cui Farley hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly nodded in agreement, although he felt that these twenty-odd guns would not have any impact on the battle situation.
But only Lawrence knew that the purpose of these more than twenty guns was not to kill a few more enemy soldiers on the battlefield.
Their function is to bring a tactical dimensionality reduction attack to the outdated line-based warfare method of queuing to kill.
...
About an hour later, on the outskirts of Ajaccio, a special battalion drawn from the Northern Army was stationed here.
"Sir, you are here."
When Lieutenant Seth saw Lawrence and Trifali coming to the camp, he saluted and greeted them.
Following Lawrence, in addition to a few orderlies carrying firearms and ammunition, there were ten patrols accompanying him.
These ten people were also the first users of the rifle. During the two years of testing, they had become very proficient in using the rifle. They would play an indelible role in Lawrence's plan.
Lawrence nodded slightly and took a look inside the camp.
The soldiers were all lined up and were looking at Lawrence with anticipation and reverence. Their backpacks, sleeping bags and blankets were also packed and ready to go at any time.
However, when Lawrence glanced at the faces of these soldiers, he felt something was wrong.
There are quite a few familiar faces here, and many of them have an impression of their appearance that Lawrence remembers, and they should be former soldiers of the Fourth Battalion.
"Lieutenant, how many soldiers are there here?" Lawrence frowned and asked Lieutenant Seth standing aside.
"We have already counted them. Four hundred and thirty people."
"There seem to be a lot of old faces in there, right?"
"Isn't that right, sir?"
After all, Lieutenant Seth did not know about the relationship between Lawrence and Pauli, so he did not feel anything unusual. Instead, he said happily:
"The brothers from the fourth battalion are basically here. Hey, it's equivalent to our organization coming back. This feeling of fighting side by side is really rare."
However, Lawrence ignored the smile on Lieutenant Seth's face, but took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.
Then Lawrence looked at the soldiers in front of him, then turned and glanced at Major Trifali and Lieutenant Seth beside him.
"Damn Paulie."
Lawrence frowned, cursed in his heart, and thought silently:
"No wonder Major Trifali and Lieutenant Seth were called together. Pauly, do you want to push the entire fourth battalion into a pit of fire, even if it costs the lives of so many soldiers..."
After seeing his old subordinates in front of him, Lawrence finally understood Paulie's complete intention.
This is to uproot his influence in the military. As for the so-called reinforcement of the south, it is just rhetoric.
In Pauli's eyes, it was not important whether the Southern Army could withstand the attack of the Kingdom of Sardinia. He had already sought protection from the United Kingdom anyway.
His only purpose in sending this task force battalion was to allow the soldiers of Lawrence's Fourth Battalion to go and die. Even if Lawrence himself died on the battlefield, it would be the best outcome.
For this purpose, Pauli would not hesitate to let the entire Southern Legion soldiers be buried with him.
As long as the 4th Battalion suffers heavy casualties, Lawrence's foundation in the army will be lost, and if Paulie continues to secretly add fuel to the fire, Lawrence's influence in the army will soon dissipate, leaving only a false reputation.
In fact, Pauly would not let Lawrence stay even with a false reputation.
"What a bastard..."
Lawrence suddenly punched the tree trunk next to him angrily, and murmured in a low voice that only he could hear:
"These soldiers went through fire and water for the ideals he preached, but he crushed their hearts in his hands and scattered them like dust, all just to satisfy his perverted desire for power. Pasquale
