"Is it..."

General Bellan frowned, the corners of his eyes drooped, and he couldn't help but sigh, he had almost guessed what Lawrence was going to do.

"Well, let's hope you'll keep your promise."

General Belland fell silent, slowed down, and said he no longer wanted to communicate with Lawrence.

Lawrence then summoned two soldiers and ordered them to take General Berlan down, and instructed them to treat him as best as possible for prisoners of war.

Lawrence then sat on the steps in front of the longhouse and waited for Major Trevary to come and call for his life.

About half an hour later, Major Trefali, with an irrepressible smile, trotted all the way up to Lawrence, and said excitedly:

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

Lawrence stood up in confusion, patted the dust on his buttocks, and followed Major Trefali to the warehouse in Giethoorn Bay.

It was a large, timber-made warehouse, several times larger than the one of the Sea Serpents that Lawrence had seen that day.

It was here that supplies were transported from Genoa mainland to the Creek Fortress, so half of the huge warehouse was stuffed with wooden crates and bags.

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

"There were too many, muskets, gunpowder, buckshot, cotton armor, flour, wheat, rum, gin, bandage gauze, and even a couple of deposit slips from the Bank of Venice."

Major Trefali excitedly pointed to the goods and said, "Basically, everything an army needs to live, fight, and play can be found here."

Lawrence couldn't help but glance at him and reminded:

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

Major Trefarli was stunned for a moment, sobered up a little, and then held his chin and looked at the golden mountain in front of him with a bitter expression.

Lawrence walked to the area where the munitions were stored, picked up a Genoese smoothbore gun and looked at it for a moment, the inscription on these muskets showed that these guns were basically made by craftsmen in the German region, and they should be a mass-order product of Genoa.

"I've seen all these muskets, and they're much better than the guys in our fourth battalion, and look, the butts are coated with fine wood wax oil, and the bayonets of these guns are sleeved, unlike our muskets, which are stuffed bayonets."

Trafali saw Lawrence scrutinizing the musket and explained to him.

"Good things, distribute them in a while, and everyone has a handful." Lawrence nodded in satisfaction, then put the musket back in place, and then turned to look at the other armaments.

As Lawrence could see, the sabers, the bowler helmet, the cotton armor, and the boots were much better than the old ones that the 4th Battalion was currently equipped with, so he unceremoniously took these equipment for himself, leaving Trevary to be in charge of equipping the soldiers with new equipment for a while.

As for the deposit slips of the Bank of Venice that Major Trevary had just mentioned, they were also sent to Lawrence, and these bearer deposit slips were considered hard currency in most of Europe.

Due to the 99.5% gold content of the Dart coins issued by Venice, merchants of any country would welcome these currencies, which were almost equivalent to gold.

After a brief glance at the numbers on it, Lawrence couldn't figure out how much Corsican gold was worth these deposit slips for a while, so he had to fold them and put them in his pocket first, and then find a way to ask Grosso to find a way to make a move later.

Lawrence then went to the area where the supplies were stored a few more times, and instructed Major Trefali to send someone to distribute the fluffy wheat bread to the soldiers, and the soldiers of the fourth battalion marched all day, and only nibbled on a few pieces of dry and hard black bread at noon.

As for the spirits, Lawrence decided to give each soldier a bottle as trophies, but only in his backpack, not to get a drop of alcohol on the operation.

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

"Sir, the wounded are basically dealt with."

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

"How's it going?"

"In total, more than forty brothers were wounded, half of whom have been... Alas, the rest will also be difficult to fight. ”

Lieutenant Seth sighed and replied in a low voice.

"Death is inevitable, lieutenant, write down the names of all the fallen soldiers, and inquire if they have any relatives when you return to the rear. Besides, since they died in battle here, let them be buried in this Sheephorn Bay. ”

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

Without much time for Lawrence to be sad, Major Trefali soon approached Lawrence with a black-covered book with a serious expression.

"Major Bonaparte, we found this while searching for that longhouse, and I'm sure you'll be interested."

Major Trefali said, handing the book to Lawrence.

Lawrence took the book and looked at it, the cover was devoid of any pattern or decoration, just a cover sewn from tough buffalo leather, which seemed to be someone's notes or something.

After a few casual glances, Lawrence determined that it was General Berlan's note, which was equivalent to the existence of a memo containing quite a bit of classified information about the Genoese army.

"Yes, General Nathan would love this." Lawrence said casually, and was about to close the book, but was interrupted by Major Trefary.

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

Major Trevary stepped forward solemnly and helped Lawrence turn his notes to the most recent records, and several of them instantly caught Lawrence's attention:

"In August 1767, the war with the Corsicans was completely lost, but perhaps it would be useful to keep in touch with the Ajaccio man, and if there was a counter-attack, his forces would definitely help."

"On January 22, the disgusting Ajaccio sent a letter asking for a new batch of supplies. Considering the need for his power and intelligence in the western city of Ajaccio, I granted the request. ”

"On February 4th, the Ajaccio man said that he had been in some trouble in Xicheng recently, and that he could not provide slaves for the time being, which is really nonsense, and I have to consider stopping the funding of him."

......

"The Ajaccio people, who have a network of power and intelligence in Xicheng District, still had some trouble in early February..."

Lawrence narrowed his eyes and swiped his fingers across the lines, reading them several times, not expecting to be associated with him here.

As to who this Ajaccio man was, he and Major Trefali both knew it.

"Well, Major Bonaparte, your big trouble in Ajaccio is solved." Major Trefarli said with a smile.

Adultery with the Genoese, and suspicion of being a slave trader, either of which is a capital offense in Corsica.

Lawrence didn't get excited, just shook his head with a smile and said:

"That's not enough, but it's already opened the way for me to break through."

As he spoke, Lawrence carefully tucked the notes into his backpack, then looked back in the direction of Ajaccio, and couldn't help muttering:

"Ciro Russell, it looks like the day when you will be sent to hell is really not far off."