"I... Are you going to die..."

Lawrence had only that thought left in his head.

Just when Lawrence was already in despair, he saw a sudden tremor on the deck under the Genoese soldiers' feet.

The soldier himself did not expect such a sudden situation, he did not react for a while, coupled with the turbulence of the hull itself, he directly lost his balance and fell over.

Lawrence's eyes, which were already desperate, suddenly flashed, and he bounced off the ground, grabbed the short knife that had just fallen to the side, and plunged directly into the soldier's heart without hesitation.

Although the other party's round eyes seemed to tell endless unwillingness, Lawrence would not give him even a second of mercy.

Stunned, Lawrence gasped for breath and looked at the deck where the other party had just stood.

It turned out to be a trap door that led to the lower deck, and it was someone who had just come up from the lower deck and pushed the trap door to make the soldier unsteady on his feet.

Lawrence looked intently, only to realize that it was Grosso who pushed the door open.

Grosso glanced at Genoese and Lawrence, who were lying in a pool of blood, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. I didn't expect this boy with fine skin and tender flesh to be able to fight and kill a battle-hardened sailor.

"This is the second time you've saved me, Grosso." Lawrence gasped and said gratefully.

Grosso thought for a moment, and then understood what had just happened, so he nodded and said hurriedly: "Boy, maybe I can save your third life, come with me!" ”

Genoese soldiers were still pouring into the deck of the White Rose, but fortunately, Grosso was burly and had excellent knife skills, and led Lawrence to fight his way out of the deck to the captain's cabin at the stern.

The battle on deck was already not optimistic, and the Genoese soldiers far outnumbered the sailors on the White Rose, and the sailors were retreating towards the stern of the ship in the shadow of swords and swords.

Grosso pushed open the hatch, and Lawrence hesitated for a moment to enter.

I saw a middle-aged man with a solemn expression sitting in the cabin, and the captain's cabin, which was supposed to be magnificent, was filled with messy oak barrels for some reason.

Seeing Grosso come in, the captain's expression relaxed a little.

"Is it set up?" The captain's voice was deep.

Grosso didn't speak, just nodded heavily and solemnly.

"Let's go, then."

After the captain said these three words, he seemed to be drained of all his strength, and slumped in his chair.

Grosso was about to leave the cabin, but when he saw the captain in the chair still sitting slumped, he frowned and asked:

"Aren't you leaving?"

"Fool." The captain pursed his lips and laughed, and laughed miserably: "How can a captain not live and die with the ship." ”

Grosso listened, and without any further dissuasion, he left the cabin with Lawrence.

The battle was nearing its end, and the sailors, despite their bloody battles, were driven to the stern, and there were only a dozen men left.

"What was the arrangement he was talking about? Where does he want us to go? Lawrence looked at Grosso and asked, puzzled.

"See the barrels in the captain's cabin?" Grosso suddenly said, "It's full of gunpowder, including the lower deck of the White Rose. ”

Ignoring Lawrence's consternation, Grosso exerted all his strength and shouted:

"All retreat!"

When the sailors who were still fighting heard this loud roar, they immediately exerted all their strength, tried their best to shake off the opponent in front of them, and then rushed to the side of the ship and jumped down.

"Follow me!" Seeing that Lawrence did not react, Grosso grabbed him by the wrist and ran to the side of the ship like the other sailors and jumped into the sea.

Listening only to a series of plops, only Genoese soldiers were left on the deck.

Enraged, the Genoese raised their muskets and fired at the sailors in the sea, but only to vent. Extremely inaccurate smoothbore guns could not even hit elephants at this distance.

When Lawrence opened his eyes, what he saw from under the water was no longer two ships, but two fireballs as bright as the sun, illuminating the sea area within a radius of more than ten miles.

The huge impact from the explosion quickly spread, with the White Rose as the center, creating several waves of two meters high, which spread.

Luckily, Lawrence was underwater and didn't suffer too much of the impact.

So Lawrence swam to the surface as best he could, finding a broken plank to hold onto.

The two sides that were still fighting fiercely have completely disappeared without a trace, the White Rose has been reduced to countless fragments, and the Genoese warship has also been ablaze with fire, so badly damaged, that the sailors who jumped into the sea are no longer able to pursue.

Unfortunately, as the night deepened and the impact of the explosion swept the sailors apart, Lawrence did not find Grosso.

Lawrence wanted to just wait on the plank for rescue, but on second thought, this was not the twenty-first century, it was the damn year 1768, and no one was going to save him.

Looking at Corsica, which seemed to be not far away, Lawrence knew that in such an open area, the actual distance between the two places was much greater than the visual distance, but staying in the sea to feed the sharks was a dead end.

Get out!

Lawrence gritted his teeth, struggled to hold on to the plank, and slowly swam with his feet towards Corsica.

The night was already completely dark, and Lawrence didn't know how long he had been swimming, and he felt like his legs were almost unconscious, and he could only swing up and down mechanically.

Finally, just as it was about to dawn, Lawrence's legs touched land for the first time, but before he could even feel the slightest bit of joy, the exhaustion of his whole body came with it.

Lawrence, unable to bear it any longer, had dark eyes and fell asleep on the beach.

......

"Where is this..."

Lawrence muttered and opened his eyes, and there was a white ceiling in front of him, and he was lying on a soft quilt.

The room was spacious and bright, with a pleasant view of the beach through the window not far away. On the windowsill are two crystal clear glass bottles with a few moving daffodils inserted into them.

Even in the eighteenth century, glass bottles of this quality were not affordable for ordinary people.

He just wanted to sit up, but the sore muscles all over his body immediately made him give up the idea and he had to continue lying on the bed.

"Oh my, dear Lawrence, you're awake at last."

A man's voice suddenly appeared at the door of the room, but the voice Lawrence was not familiar at all.

Lawrence turned his head with difficulty to look at the door, and saw a slender man in his twenties, dressed in a white gentleman's suit and a turban with feathers on his head.

"Are you...?"

Despite his physical discomfort, Lawrence struggled to sit up, leaned against the head of the bed, and asked the visitor.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then quickly explained: "It's me, Carlo, Carlo Bonaparte, your own brother." ”

Carlo Bonaparte?

Lawrence scratched his head, always feeling that the name had been heard somewhere, and that it was still in an important piece of history.

Carlo saw that Lawrence did not speak, nor was he surprised, but as if his body had not recovered, he continued to comfort:

"I was really scared to death when I heard that big explosion yesterday, but God willing, you are here safely."

So Carlo clapped his hands outside the door and shouted, "Hey! Honey, would you like to bring us two glasses of wine? ”

A soft female voice answered the door, and in a few moments, a woman with a turban walked in, holding two glasses of crystal wine.

"This is my love, María Letizia Ramolino." Carlo introduced Lawrence.

Maria smiled and nodded at Lawrence, giving her a few more apprehensive glances, before placing the wine on the bedside table.

Carlo Bonaparte... María Letizia Ramolino...

The Bonaparte family... Corsica...

Lawrence finally remembered who this couple was, and asked directly in surprise:

"Do you have a child named Napoleon Bonaparte?!"