"Ah, I heard you're looking for me, Major Bonaparte."

General Nathan was having breakfast, two pieces of glutinous wheat bread, and three fried omelets on two sides, and he didn't look up when he saw Lawrence enter the door, but just greeted him casually.

Lawrence smiled and pulled out a chair and sat down, saying:

"See you again, General Nathan."

"I wish we hadn't met again, Major Bonaparte, and according to the schedule, you should be training the 4th Infantry Battalion."

General Nathan said, pulling out a handkerchief and grinding the corners of his mouth, keeping his eyes fixed on his table.

"Of course, but you also know the condition of the fourth battalion, and you need some... Extra supplies. Lawrence said unhurriedly.

When General Nathan heard this, he sneered inaudibly, raised his head, and looked at Lawrence almost with his nostrils, and said:

"I'm sorry, Major, but all the troops are in short supply."

In both public and private terms, Lawrence did not expect General Nathan to directly agree to his request, but fortunately, this was also expected by Lawrence.

In order to force Nathan to accept his demands, Lawrence had no choice but to move his hole card, Governor Paulie.

"I understand your difficulties, General, but you should also know what I have worked so hard to come to Bastia from Ajaccio on the orders of General Pauli."

Lawrence said mysteriously. He knew that Poly would not reveal the withdrawal plan to Nathan, otherwise he would not need to carry out this task himself, and just let Nathan carry it out himself.

Nathan frowned. As Pauly's henchman, although he was not informed of the contents of the plan, he did know that in the Doge's palace in Ajaccio, an extremely important plan was brewing.

And the young man in front of him is one of the few, and may even be the only one who knows about this plan.

Seeing that Nathan didn't answer, Lawrence pretended to exaggerate and said:

"Oh my God, so you don't know, please forgive me for being abrupt."

"Enough Major Bonaparte, what the hell do you want to say."

Nathan looked at Lawrence with a cold look in his eyes, and there was a hint of anger in his tone. In his view, Lawrence was making a mockery of his lack of information about the plan as a close confidant of Paulie.

"In order for the plan to proceed, I need a batch of supplies and equipment." Lawrence also said directly, and then raised his tone and added:

"Of course, you can refuse, but if all the efforts of this plan are in vain by then, I will gladly General Nathan take the responsibility for me."

"You—" Nathan stared at Lawrence, took a deep breath, and held back not having a seizure, saying:

"I need to ask General Paulie."

Lawrence shrugged his shoulders as if he didn't care, and said:

"Okay, well, it's just that it's four days to get back to Ajaccio from Bastia. Hopefully, your messenger will rush back before my plan and that of General Paulie fail. ”

If these words were ordinary people, General Nathan would have directly untied his belt and started whipping, but for this major appointed by Poly himself, Nathan didn't dare to do anything with him.

And Lawrence's words did make Nathan a little jealous, at that time, this plan that the hell knows what really failed, whether there would be a share of his own responsibility, Nathan couldn't figure out.

"Major, what do you need?" the words almost squeezed Nathan out between his teeth.

Lawrence sneered in his heart, and couldn't help but sigh that his guess was indeed correct: it was impossible for such a general, who relied on Poly's trust to be in a high position, to be tough on himself at the risk of offending Paul.

"Guns, gunpowder, bullets, plus new uniforms, boots, marching tents, sapper shovels, and ......"

Lawrence said a series of supplies, but they were all very ordinary supplies, and Nathan simply agreed to them all.

Only for muskets, due to the fact that there was a real lack of stock, Nathan gave Lawrence only a hundred old smoothbore guns.

General Nathan, with a gloomy face, stamped his stamp on the list of supplies that had just been approved to Lawrence, and said with great reluctance:

"Major, take the list and go to the quartermaster, and if there is nothing else, please leave."

"Oh, I almost forgot, there's one more."

Lawrence slapped his thigh and hurriedly said:

"It seems that a batch of counterfeit money has been seized recently? I need two boxes of that too. ”

"Don't get an inch, these counterfeit coins can't flow out!" Nathan slammed the table angrily and yelled.

"It's just a prop for a play, and I'll come back with a lot of them."

Lawrence's face did not change, and he responded with a smile:

"Plus, it's part of the plan."

"You...!"

Nathan blushed and clenched his fists, but he couldn't say anything, he knew almost nothing about the plan, but he couldn't risk offending Pauly to turn down Lawrence.

As long as Lawrence doesn't make excessive demands, Nathan has to consider his possible share of responsibility before refusing.

After exiting the longhouse, Lawrence took the list to the quartermaster in Bastia. The other party's face was still very strange when he took the list, and he didn't know how General Nathan would approve a large batch of supplies to the fourth battalion.

After confirming the seal on it, the quartermaster had no choice but to carry out the order, saying that all the supplies would be ready and delivered to the camp of the fourth battalion within tomorrow.

However, for those boxes of counterfeit money, Lawrence said that he needed it now, and the quartermaster had to send a few orderlies to carry two boxes with Lawrence.

When Lawrence led a few orderlies to the agreed location with Trevary, it was clear that they had been waiting for a long time.

The six cuirassiers, also wearing full armor and weapons, waited patiently in place, their sabers shining brightly in the midday sun.

"Major Bonaparte."

Seeing Lawrence coming, a cavalryman led by him drove his horse to walk towards him in small steps, and said with an unkind face:

"Although Major Trefali invited us in a private name, please know that General Pauly would have been furious if he had known that you had dispatched the cuirassiers without permission."

Lawrence stroked the mane of his horse under his crotch with his hand, shook his head, and said:

"No, no, it's not like I'm sending you out on my own."

"What do you mean?" The cavalry was stunned, not knowing what Lawrence was talking about.

"Major Trefali is your friend, and if he is in danger, you will not die without help, will you?"

"Danger? What are the dangers of staying in Bastia? The cavalryman said with a frown.

Lawrence smiled and patted the short knife on his waist, looked in the direction of the fourth battalion and said:

"If I go on a killing spree with him in the Fourth Battalion, it will inevitably provoke a mutiny... When the time comes, Major Trefali will be in danger. ”

The cavalryman gasped and couldn't help but say:

"Killing? Those are Wehrmacht soldiers, what are you going to do with them? How many are you going to kill?! ”

Lawrence took the reins from Trafali's hand, turned on his horse, and rode slowly towards the camp of the fourth battalion, and said in a cold voice:

"Kill until they obey."