On an ordinary evening in the Mediterranean, a merchant ship converted from a heavy cruiser, the White Rose, was sailing peacefully through the calm waves.

In order to expand its capacity, the White Rose removed one of the original two gun decks and converted them into passenger and cargo cabins.

Of course, only those who are in a very poor financial situation would choose to take such a merchant ship, after all, not everyone can tolerate the darkness and dampness of the lower deck and the breeding of mosquitoes and rats.

"My head hurts... Where is this..."

In one of the rooms of the lower cabin, a young man with a clear eyebrow rubbed his dazed head and struggled to sit up from a hay-covered bed.

The young man slowed down for a moment before his blurred vision cleared up again, and he took a look at his current situation.

He was in an extremely narrow room, about four or five square meters.

There was only enough space for a rudimentary bed and a small wooden table that couldn't fit even an arm, and a small bronze mirror the size of a palm hung on the wall, which had long been scratched.

The room has no windows, but you can still smell the faint smell of the wet and salty sea.

Of course, it's more about the unbearable smell of rotting wood.

"Is this on a boat? I remember working overtime at the company last night. The young man muttered to himself in confusion, rubbing his still-dazed head.

In his memory, his name was Yi Wen, and he was an ordinary mechanical engineer.

But at this moment, there is a memory in my mind, as if I was another Italian of the eighteenth century, named Lawrence Bonaparte, and I don't know anything about this Lawrence.

Lawrence's eyes lost focus as he continued to look at the small room, glancing at the mirror on the wall, and then stood up and stood in front of the bronze mirror.

I saw that in the mirror was no longer the yellow-skinned and black-haired face he was familiar with, but a young face with blonde hair and white face.

The high bridge of the nose and the angular facial features are completely different from his impression.

Is this really me?!

Just as Lawrence was still confused and confused, there was two rough knocks on the door.

Boom! Boom!

Before Lawrence could respond, the other party directly pushed the door open.

Outside the door was a muscular man, with a light blue turban on his head, a sack in his right hand, and a short unsheathed knife pinned to his waist, which seemed to be the ship's sailor or something.

Although the narrow scar on his cheek raises suspicions that he has ever been a pirate.

"Mr. Lawrence Bonaparte, your dinner."

The sailor said impatiently, then took a piece of dry, hard black bread from the sack and threw it in.

The sound of this low-quality dry bread smashing against the bed is literally like a stone.

Lawrence was stunned for two seconds before he realized that the other party was calling himself.

"Hey, wait a minute."

Seeing that the sailor was about to leave after handing out the bread, Lawrence hurriedly stopped him and asked, "Are we on the ship?" Where is this ship going? ”

When the sailor heard this, he glanced at Lawrence playfully, and sneered: "Hey, hey, sir, don't you even look at the destination of your boat?" ”

Lawrence was not in the mood to joke at the moment, and was expressionless and silent.

Seeing that he could not find much fun, the sailor said casually and boredly: "I am going to Corsica, a city called Ajaccio in the north of Corsica." ”

"Corsica?" Lawrence repeated, puzzled, that he only remembered that it was an island in the Mediterranean, a province of France.

As for Ajaccio, it is their provincial capital, and there is a well-known football team there, at least it is not a problem to play the national football team.

"Are we going to France?" Lawrence asked.

"France?" The sailor was stunned for a moment, then frowned and glanced at Lawrence, and said:

"Corsica and the French have a bird relationship? It's Genoese territory, but the Corsicans have been fighting for independence a few years ago..."

Genoa? Is there a name for the country?

Lawrence closed his eyes and thought for a moment, barely remembering that it was a coastal commercial republic located in southeastern France and northwestern Italy.

It's just that it was annexed as early as the beginning of the XIX century.

Could it be that...?!

"Can you tell me what year it is?" Lawrence's voice trembled a little, which was beyond his comprehension.

And the sailor's expression was even more strange, and he said in a loud voice: "Oh my God, there must be something wrong with your head, forget it, sir, it's January 1768 in the Gregorian calendar." ”

"That—" Lawrence opened his mouth in shock, trying to continue asking something.

The sailor was already very impatient, and said first: "We are about to dock, sir, if you have any questions, go to the island and ask someone yourself!" ”

After that, he added:

"I suggest you go to the upper deck and blow the sea breeze to sober up, maybe your head is suffocating here."

Lawrence opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, so he had to smile bitterly and said:

"Probably... Please take me to the upper deck to breathe. ”

Lawrence then followed the sailor through the winding corridor, climbing up to the deck from a creaking wooden ladder.

The salty sea breeze mixed with the slight chill of the Mediterranean in January really made Lawrence sober up a lot.

It was evening, and the sky had not yet completely darkened, but I could already faintly see the stars and the moon in the sky.

The upper deck was also a mess, with hemp ropes, tarpaulins, and wooden crates everywhere, which was also in line with the style of this group of sailors.

Lawrence leaned against the side of the boat, letting the sea breeze lap in his face. In these few tens of minutes, he still couldn't accept that he had returned to Europe more than 200 years ago.

"What's going on? Isn't it much better? ”

The sailor, who had seemed to have done his job, walked up to Lawrence, and said with a slight sympathy.

Lawrence smiled wryly and nodded, although his physical discomfort had basically recovered, such a jump was not acceptable for a while.

"It's a lot more comfortable, thank you. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet. Lawrence said, looking at the sailor.

"Me?" The sailor leaned his back against the side of the ship, holding his head in his hands, looking very dashing, "Just call me Grosso." ”

Lawrence nodded, then fell silent and continued to stare at the sea.

The outline of Corsica can already be seen in the field of vision, and you can faintly see the scattered ships sailing in and out of the island.

"Wait, something is wrong!" Grosso, who was beside him, suddenly became serious and muttered in a low voice.

Without waiting for Lawrence to react, Grosso stretched out his hand to a ship not far away, the bow of which was heading straight for the White Rose, seemingly approaching at full speed.

Lawrence couldn't help but get nervous a little as he listened, and narrowed his eyes to look in the direction Grosso was pointing.

It was a tall three-masted galleon, much taller than the White Rose, and seemed to have an extra gun deck.

And the most striking thing is the red cross flag fluttering on its main mast, with a white background.

"They were flying a red cross flag on a white background." Lawrence said with a frown.

Grosso gritted his teeth, his voice trembling a little:

"Damn it, that's a Genoese warship!"

"What? Are we going to be checked? Lawrence asked uneasily, looking at the approaching warships.

Grosso spat and said fiercely: "Check the fart, our ship is full of fucking smuggling, and these Genoese bitches know it very well!" ”

In order to suppress the uprising in Corsica, Genoa imposed a trade embargo on the entire island, which made trade with the island only through smuggling.

The observers on the White Rose had apparently spotted the Genoese earlier, and the captain had reacted in time to speed up to four gears and head at full speed towards Ajaccio.

Ajaccio was controlled by the Corsicans, and Genoese warships would not dare to stay there for long.

And the White Rose's full-speed escape was also discovered by the Genoese warship.

Just when Lawrence was still looking at the warship with great anxiety, he only heard a deafening roar, and dozens of black shadows rushed towards Lawrence's field of vision at a very fast speed.

"Get down!!"