From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"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.

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.

"Huh? 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 snatch women. How serious is it? Colonel Bartland will definitely deal with them when he wakes up tomorrow. You should go to sleep quickly, 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 as 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 hair 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 while, and his other sleeping companions showed 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 did not have any 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 he penetrated his neck completely.

The remaining 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 drew 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!"

"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 talked nonsense to try to attract Constantine's attention and find a way to escape from here. Opportunity.

As long as he can escape and regroup, Colonel Bartram can turn this town into 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 snorted coldly, 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 Bartland stared into Constantine's eyes, and then 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.

Colonel Bartland drew his sword out of its sheath, but the point of the sword was not aimed at Constantine in front of him, but the blade was pressed against his fragile carotid artery:

"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 fight 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 killings, some Sardinian soldiers finally noticed the anomaly without a commander and began to launch a small-scale counterattack against the militia forces.

As the scale of the battle continues to expand, both Colonel Bartland and Constantine can foresee that it will not be long before the entire Sardinian army will 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, why don't we 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 spurting blood would Splashed all over the place.

And just when the swords were 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. .

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 Was the equally exhausted city defense force 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 destroy 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 Lord 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 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 streets of the town, a Sardinian sergeant raised his sword and chopped 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 joy. 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 cronies were controlled by Constantine in the city hall, the Sardinian army, which had lost its superior 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 happening here and what the situation of other troops was at this moment.

But fortunately, relying on the absolute advantages of military strength and combat quality, the Sardinian army gradually gained the upper hand in the battle, and the troops 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 fight.

"This is.!"

A Sardinian soldier was about to use his bayonet to block the long sword thrust by the swordsman in front of him. However, 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 blade into his heart with precision.

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.

And 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, which had been severely damaged by the Naples Navy's surprise attack on the island of Malta, had been stationed on 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 persuade 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 was useless in the face of muskets and was 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 immediately launched a siege of the entire town.

If the Sardinian army was 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 shattered, and now they have to fight with a group of The best swordsmen engaged in brutal hand-to-hand combat; they could not even retreat, as Laurence Bonaparte's army surrounded the entire town.

Faced with such a desperate situation, even those military gods who were famous 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 short but intense discussion, the Sardinian sergeants had no choice but to make a collective decision with grief and resentment:

They ordered all soldiers to drop their weapons and give up resistance, and then sent a few non-commissioned officers who had tied their hands as representatives to surrender to Laurence Bonaparte at the Corsican Army position outside the town.

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.

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, begin cleaning the battlefield and receive this batch of nearly 6,000 prisoners of war.

Although these two troops did not receive enough rest 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 pursue them was mainly to bluff and scare 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 flames of war that had been burning in this town all night were 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 entered the town of Propriano for the second time riding a shiny white horse.

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 true 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. Yes, sacred and majestic.

Little George, who was crowded at the front of the crowd, stared intently at Lawrence on the horse. The piety in his eyes was even ten times more 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. .

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 man who personally brought him freedom and liberation appeared in front of him, the corners of Slender Monkey Constantine's eyes couldn't help but moisten. 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 relayed everything that happened in the town to Lawrence.

"It turns out that it's no wonder that 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, it seems that 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 recording Constantine's name in his mind, Lawrence turned his attention to the disheveled and unkempt Colonel Butland in the rear.

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. A generally ugly alderman.

But now, in front of Laurence Bonaparte, the superior who had the power of his own life and death, Colonel Bartram suddenly 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, even at the cost of using 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 feel any hatred at all. 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 Belfodi, a colonel in the Royal Army of the Kingdom of Sardinia. You may have heard of my family. The Belfodi family is a noble family with a long history. My ancestors are three hundred years old. 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.

But Lauren was obviously not interested in listening to a defeated general talking about his noble family genealogy. He only said one sentence, and Colonel Bartland choked all the words in an instant:

"Did you order the fire in Ajaccio?"

Colonel Butland was stunned and did not react 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."

"Take your time!"

As soon as Lawrence finished speaking, Colonel Bartland screamed out in horror.

A public trial by the citizens of Ajaccio? Colonel Bartland didn't even have to think about what kind of verdict the citizens who had just suffered the trauma of the war would cast for him.

Lingchi, car-breaking, and 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 the names of the tortures , 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 Sardinian commander and dragged him out of the town as if dragging 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 man 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 the soldiers who have not been identified will be detained. Those who perform well in the silver mines of Ajaccio can be granted Corsican citizenship and become free men after three years."

Those Sardinian soldiers who had caused trouble and committed mischief last night suddenly turned pale after hearing this, and almost fell to the ground with black eyes. However, those Sardinian soldiers who were keeping their peace, besides being worried, 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 exempt from the extortionate expropriation of landowners 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 were originally from the lowest background, if they could really become a Corsican free citizen in three years, it would seem to be much better than staying in the army and being bossed around by the officers.

At the thought of this, many Sardinian soldiers had looks of anticipation and hope on their faces.

Lawrence 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 was essentially a game played by the superiors, and these soldiers were essentially just pawns following orders.

These so-called soldiers might have been no different from the Corsican townspeople present a few years ago, or even a few months ago.

Most of them were tenants or serfs who were struggling to survive in the Kingdom of Sardinia. Because of the coercion and inducement of the conscription officers, they were forced to join the army, received several weeks of training, and were granted the status of soldiers from then on.

For the Sardinian soldiers who were just following orders and did not commit additional atrocities, Lawrence was unwilling to slaughter them all.

Of course, the reason why Lawrence wanted to integrate these Sardinian prisoners of war into Corsica's society was actually for a longer-term goal - to integrate Sardinia, establish a common national identity between Corsica and Sardinia, and even establish a unified national identity for all of Italy in the future.

Since the goal is the unification and revival of all Italy, whether it is the Sardinians or the Savoys, in Lawrence's eyes, they are all ethnic compatriots who will be integrated into the name of Italians, and there is no need for him to carry out unnecessary slaughter of innocent prisoners of war.

After dealing with many affairs in Propriano, the accompanying Major Serurier was obviously relieved:

"The landing force that raided Ajaccio was completely destroyed. In this way, the Kingdom of Sardinia must be seriously injured. I am afraid that they will not be able to plot against Corsica in this entire war. This means that Corsica will hardly pose any threat in the war. We can just wait until the end of this war."

In the eyes of Major Serurier, the Kingdom of Sardinia has now lost the ability to covet Corsica, and the Grand Duchy of Tuscany and the Duchy of Milan in the same camp have no ability to cross the sea to attack Corsica, not to mention the Sicilian rebels, whose attention is always on the Apennine Peninsula.

As for Great Britain, which was secretly manipulating the situation, after their support for the Kingdom of Sardinia to attack Corsica failed, it is estimated that they will not take any radical actions in the short term.

Corsica, which has strategic security, can accept France's war aid while symbolically sending a small force to the Kingdom of Naples as support. Now it only needs to wait for the war to end. The war aid received from France alone will benefit Corsica a lot.

Chief of Staff Berthier also agreed with this conservative but effective plan and proposed to Lawrence:

"We can take a short break in Propriano and then return to Ajaccio to garrison. At the same time, we will recruit troops and deploy defenses in important ports and persist until the end of the war. We have just annihilated nearly 10,000 Sardinian troops in Ajaccio and Propriano. This achievement will also make Spain and the Kingdom of Naples speechless about our subsequent defense and avoidance of war."

Everyone in the Army Staff also nodded and agreed. This is indeed a strategic direction with extremely low risks.

But as the focus of everyone, Lawrence has been slow to express his opinion.

He looked at the map on the table thoughtfully, suddenly picked up a quill pen, drew an arrow from Propriano to Bonifacio, and then circled the entire Sardinia:

"No, we rest here and wait for the reunion with the main force of the National Defense Force, and then do not return to Ajaccio, but continue south to Bonifacio, where"

"Cross the strait to attack Sardinia?"

Berthier was surprised to receive Lawrence's plan. He took a breath and analyzed it carefully:

"Indeed, the landing force we just annihilated, their soldiers mainly came from Sardinia rather than Savoy, which means that Sardinia's defense must be very empty at the moment. If nothing unexpected happens, we should be able to occupy it easily, but"

Major Serurier on the side nodded and added:

"Occupying Sardinia may not be a good choice strategically, Mr. Bonaparte, the Kingdom of Sardinia does not rely on that island, even if Sardinia is occupied, it is not a major loss for them. Instead, our limited forces will be forced to share the defense of Sardinia. The island, if the enemy re -organizes the attack on Coska, I am afraid it will be very dangerous. "But now it is the best time to capture the island of Sadding. We can take advantage of the opportunity to cross the Strait safely. Once the Navy of the Kingdom of the Sardine is reacted, it is difficult for the Coska Navy to control the initiative on the sea; you should also know that Kosajia and Satin are born in the same source, and it is imperative to integrate Sardinia to the kingdom of Koshia. " , Still analyzed it carefully: "Even if we occupy the island of Sardine, it is impossible for King Sardin to take the island to Kochi Kingdom at the Heping Treaty Center; although they have just suffered major frustrations, compared with Coska, the military strength of the Sardinian Kingdom 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 would 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."