From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"Yeah."

General Belrain frowned, the corners of his eyes lowered, and he couldn't help but sigh. He had almost guessed what Lawrence planned to do.

"Then, I hope you can keep your promise."

After speaking, General Belrain fell silent and slowed down, expressing that he no longer wanted to communicate with Lawrence.

Lawrence then called two soldiers and ordered them to take General Belrain down. At the same time, he asked them to treat General Belrain as best as possible for prisoners of war.

Lawrence then sat on the steps in front of the longhouse and waited for Major Trefarley to return.

About half an hour later, Major Cui Farley trotted up to Lawrence with an uncontrollable smile and said excitedly:

"Major Bonaparte, I suggest you come and see the warehouse for yourself."

Lawrence stood up in confusion, wiped the dust from his butt, and followed Major Trifali to the warehouse in Sheephorn Bay.

This warehouse was a large wooden and iron warehouse, several times larger than the warehouse of the Sea Serpent Gang that Lawrence saw that day.

The materials transported from Genoa to Ximu Fortress are all transferred here, so half of this huge warehouse is filled with various wooden boxes and cloth bags.

"What's in here?" Lawrence glanced at it casually and asked Cui Fali.

"There are too many muskets, gunpowder, lead bullets, cotton armor, flour, wheat, rum, gin, bandages and gauze, and even a few deposit slips from the Bank of Venice."

Major Cui Fali excitedly pointed to the goods and said that basically everything an army needs for life, combat, and entertainment can be found here.

Lawrence couldn't help but roll his eyes at him and reminded:

"Don't get too excited, we can't take these things away."

Major Cui Farley was stunned for a moment, sobered up for a while, then held his chin and looked at the golden mountain in front of him with a bitter look on his face.

Lawrence walked to the area where the arms were stored, picked up a Genoese musket and looked at it for a moment. The inscriptions on these muskets showed that these guns were basically made by craftsmen in the German region, and they should be mass-customized products from Genoa.

"I have seen all these muskets. They are much better than those in the hands of our fourth battalion. Look, the stocks of the guns are coated with good wood wax oil, and the bayonets of these guns are all sleeve-type. , unlike our muskets with inserted bayonets.”

Cui Farley saw Lawrence looking at the musket, so he stepped forward to explain to him.

"Good stuff, I'll distribute it to everyone in a while." Lawrence couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction, then put the musket back to where it was, and then turned to look at other armaments.

From what Lawrence saw, the sabers, domed helmets, cotton armor, and military boots were all much more sophisticated than the old models currently equipped by the Fourth Battalion, so he unceremoniously adopted these equipment as his own. Cui Fali was ordered to be responsible for replacing the soldiers with new equipment.

As for the several deposit slips from the Bank of Venice that Major Trifali mentioned just now, they were also sent to Lawrence. These anonymous deposit slips were considered hard currency in most of Europe.

Since the gold content of Dhaka gold coins issued by Venice is as high as 99.5%, merchants from any country will welcome these currencies that are almost equivalent to gold.

After briefly glancing at the numbers above, Lawrence couldn't calculate how many Corsican gold coins these deposit slips were worth, so he had to fold them and put them in his pocket, and then find a way to ask Grosso to find a way to take action later.

Lawrence then went to take a look at the area where daily supplies were stored, and ordered Major Trifali to send someone to distribute the soft wheat bread inside to the soldiers. The soldiers of the 4th Battalion marched all day and only ate a few pieces of bread at noon. Hard brown bread.

As for those spirits, Lawrence thought for a moment and decided to distribute one bottle to each soldier as a trophy, but he was only allowed to put it in his backpack and was not allowed to get a drop of alcohol during this operation.

After Lawrence almost walked around the entire warehouse, Lieutenant Seth also came to find Lawrence with a heavy face:

"Sir, the wounded have been basically taken care of."

Lawrence glanced at Lieutenant Seth's gloomy face and asked seriously:

"How's it going?"

"A total of more than forty brothers were injured, half of them already. Alas, it is difficult for the rest to fight."

Lieutenant Seth sighed and replied in a low voice.

"Sacrifice is inevitable, Lieutenant, record the names of all the soldiers who died in battle, and ask them if they have any surviving relatives after returning to the rear. In addition, since they died here, let's bury them in Yangjiao Bay. "

Lawrence couldn't help but sigh, patted Lieutenant Seth's shoulder and ordered. These soldiers who were determined to follow him died on the first day of the expedition, which really made Lawrence a little sad.

Without leaving Lawrence too much time to feel sad, Major Cui Farley soon found Lawrence with a serious expression and holding a book with a black cover.

"Major Bonaparte, we found this in our search of the longhouse, and I believe it will interest you."

Major Trifari said, handing the book to Lawrence.

Lawrence took the book and took a look. The cover had no patterns or decorations. It was just a cover sewn with tough buffalo leather. It seemed to be someone's notes or something like that.

After casually flipping through it and looking at it for a few times, Lawrence determined that it was General Belrain's note. It was equivalent to a memorandum, recording quite a lot of confidential information about the Genoese army.

"Yes, General Nathan will like this." Lawrence said casually, and was about to close the book, but was interrupted by Major Trifali.

"No, no, Major Bonaparte, look here."

Major Cui Farley stepped forward seriously and helped Lawrence flip through his notes to recent records, and several of the records instantly attracted Lawrence's attention:

"In August 1767, the war with the Corsican people was completely at a disadvantage, but we should probably keep in touch with the Ajaccio man. If there is a counterattack, his power will definitely help."

"On January 22, that disgusting Ajaccio man sent a letter requesting a new batch of supplies. Considering the need for his power and intelligence in the western part of Ajaccio, I approved the request."

"On February 4, the Ajaccio man said that there had been some trouble in the Xicheng District recently and that he could no longer provide slaves for the time being. This was really nonsense. I have to consider stopping funding for him."

"The people of Ajaccio, who have power and intelligence networks in Xicheng District, encountered some trouble in early February."

Lawrence squinted his eyes, ran his fingers across these lines, and read them carefully several times. He really didn't expect that they would be related to him here.

It was obvious to both him and Major Trifalli who this Ajaccio man was.

"Well, Major Bonaparte, your big trouble in Ajaccio has been solved." Major Trifalli said with a smile.

He had an affair with a Genoese and was suspected of being a slave trader. No matter what he was involved in, it was a capital offense in Corsica.

Lawrence was not excited. He just smiled and shook his head and said:

"These alone are not enough, but they have opened a breakthrough for me."

With that said, Lawrence carefully stuffed the notes into his backpack, then looked back in the direction of Ajaccio, and couldn't help but murmur to himself:

"Ciro Russell, it seems that the day when I send you to hell is really not far away."