"Major Bonaparte, how's it going?" Major Trefali hurriedly inquired when he saw Lawrence and the first wave of attacking soldiers returning to the entrance.

"Hooked."

Lawrence replied briefly, and then commanded the musketeers:

"All line up in three rows, squat down in the front row, and shoot at the order!"

The soldiers of the fourth battalion, except for those who were killed or seriously wounded and could not retreat, had all returned to the entrance.

At the same time, in this path, which is flanked by cliffs, you can also hear the neat footsteps of the pursuers and the echoes of getting closer and closer.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and even the shadows of the halberds in the hands of the Swiss mercenaries could be seen around the corner.

Just as the mercenaries turned the corner and faced the soldiers of the fourth battalion, Lawrence immediately decided:

"First row! Shoot! ”

Without giving the other party any time to react, with a puff of gunsmoke, the mercenaries in the first row had already fallen by a third, and the rest were not fatally injured because of the protection of the cuirass.

"Damn, this one is really well equipped..."

Lawrence couldn't help but pout.

He had expected that even a smoothbore gun would have a good hit rate on such a narrow road, and a single shot would bring down at least two-thirds of a platoon of mercenaries.

"Second row shooting! The first row swaps places with the third row for reloading, and the third row fires at command! Lawrence continued to order.

Considering the thick armor of these mercenaries, in order to prevent them from taking advantage of the interval in fire output to charge the musketeers, Lawrence adopted a three-stage tactic to deal continuous firepower.

Soon, in three rounds of firing, the Swiss mercenaries' advance was greatly hindered, and at least twenty people fell to the ground wounded or killed.

After three rounds of fire, although Lawrence had ordered a reload, there was still a gap before the first shot of the musketeers was reloaded, and the mercenaries would not let go of this gap, and they accelerated their pace towards the fourth battalion.

"Get on the bayonet! The sword-wielding top is in the front and has a white-knuckle battle! Lawrence drew his dagger and pointed at the incoming mercenaries and ordered.

In such a narrow space, it is difficult for the halberd to give full play to its advantages, because the chopping function of the halberd is almost non-existent, and if it is used as a spear, its weight is much higher than that of ordinary spears, so it is not convenient to use.

This is also why Lawrence deliberately let the knife-wielding soldiers fight in the front line, and after being close to him, the broad-edged knives in the hands of the soldiers of the fourth battalion are undoubtedly more flexible weapons.

During a bloody battle that lasted for more than ten minutes, the entire narrow passage echoed with the sound of steel clashing and soldiers wailing and shouting.

By the time the Swiss mercenaries retreated, the trail, which was only a few tens of meters, had been doused with blood.

"If you can still fight, follow me in pursuit, Lieutenant! You take a few people with you to stay and help the wounded. ”

Seeing that the mercenaries had begun to retreat, Lawrence hurriedly instructed Lieutenant Seth, and then joined the pursuit himself.

These soldiers had simple bandages in their backpacks, and although these treatments were futile for the seriously wounded, they were able to save some soldiers from before the gate was closed.

The retreating Swiss mercenaries were gathering towards the longhouse they were guarding, while Lawrence and Trifali were in hot pursuit.

After the bloody battle, there were only about a dozen mercenaries left, but more than 30 soldiers of the fourth battalion were seriously injured, which was close to a one-to-one battle loss, or the result of the fourth battalion having terrain, weapons and numerical superiority.

Outside the longhouse in Giethoorn Bay, Lawrence had already led the men to surround the entire house, and ordered the musketeers to reload their ammunition and be ready for another battle.

As for the defenders of Giethoorn Bay, they had already been demoralized to the point of scattering in all directions, and when they saw the soldiers of the fourth battalion coming in pursuit, they immediately had no intention of resisting, and either threw away their weapons and fled, or knelt in place and begged for mercy. Lawrence also unceremoniously divided the men and took them prisoner.

Even so, the dozen or so mercenaries who retreated into the longhouse were still a nuisance, and if they resisted to the end, it might take another bloody battle to take them overall. If you think about it this way, if you can persuade you to surrender, it is the best choice.

"I am Major Lawrence Bonaparte, commander of the 4th Battalion of the Corsican Wehrmacht, and you have no chance of escaping, and if you surrender voluntarily, I promise to save your lives."

Lawrence shouted into the longhouse.

It wasn't until five or six minutes had passed that the windows of the longhouse were opened, and then a halberd tied with a white cloth was stretched out, indicating that they accepted the surrender.

Lawrence also breathed a sigh of relief, being able to avoid unnecessary casualties was the best outcome.

Then, the door of the house was opened from the inside, and the mercenaries had already thrown their halberds aside, and walked out with their bare hands around a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was wearing a shirt, a little fat, and his belly was more than the restraint of the belt. Although he had already surrendered to Lawrence, his eyes were unabashedly looking at Lawrence, like the temperament of a superior person.

Before Lawrence could speak, he was the first to say:

"Major Bonaparte, I hope you will keep your promise. My family and my country are happy to pay a large ransom for my life. ”

His voice was steady, untouched by his current situation.

Lawrence smiled and nodded, turned to Major Trefali and instructed:

"Major, you take someone to tie up all the prisoners of war, and by the way, go to their warehouse to see if there are any good things. Oh, and this house will be thoroughly searched. ”

Lawrence said, pointing to the longhouse in front of him, and then said to the middle-aged man:

"As for you, let's talk, I like to talk while walking."

The man nodded silently, keeping up with Lawrence's departure.

"Well, you should introduce yourself." Lawrence said.

The man looked at the road ahead and said in a deep voice:

"Tiro Berlan, general of the Republic of Genoa."

Tiro Bellan?! Lawrence thought he had heard the name somewhere, and after a little thought, he remembered it.

So Lawrence couldn't help but look at General Belland with some surprise, and said:

"I have heard the name, the supreme commander of the Genoese army in Corsica. I thought you'd be at Creekwood Fort all the time. ”

"I'm just here to inspect Sheephorn Bay." General Bellan calmly replied:

"How did the Corsican army get this news, in order to avoid people's eyes, I only took those Swiss escorts with me on this trip."

"I said it was the favor of Lady Luck, would you believe it?" Lawrence shook his head and smiled, he really didn't expect that this big man who was temporarily living in Giethoorn Bay would be the supreme commander of the entire Genoese army.

General Belland glanced at Lawrence and said:

"But I admire your courage, as the defenders of the Creek Fortress will come after you as early as dawn. You can't get back to Bastia with these captives and wounded. ”

Lawrence chuckled twice, then stared into General Berlan's eyes and whispered:

"I used to think so, but after meeting the general, I didn't think that way anymore."