After all the business in Giethoorn Bay was taken care of, it was nearly 3 o'clock in the morning. The soldiers of the 4th Battalion had been forced to march for a whole day, and after another bloody battle, Lawrence ordered everyone to rest on the spot.

There was only one narrow entrance to Sheephorn Bay, and Lawrence was sure that none of the defenders had been spared during the attack, so he was not worried that anyone would flee to the Creekwood Fort to report the news.

Of course, by the early morning of the next day, the garrison of Creekwood Fort would have noticed something unusual, so Lawrence had to prepare for a retreat at dawn.

There was not much time left for the soldiers of the 4th Battalion to rest, but after the soldiers had won this first victory and shared their spoils, every man had no complaint on his face, and he began to fall asleep after covering himself with blankets.

Lawrence was naturally tired from fighting with his fellow soldiers all day, but there was one more important thing to figure out before he could go to sleep.

"General Berlan, I'm sorry to disturb your rest again." Lawrence sent General Berlan to him and personally untied his back-tied hands.

"As a prisoner of war, I don't have the luxury of getting enough rest." General Bellan rubbed his bloodshot eyes and said indifferently.

"This."

Lawrence took out the notebook, shook it in front of General Bellan's eyes, and said:

"I'm a little concerned about a few of the records in it."

General Bellan was silent for a while, then lowered his head and asked, "Which ones?" ”

"About the 'Ajaccio man' written in it"

"Hmm..."

General Bellan suddenly raised his head, looked at Lawrence, and said with a look of sudden realization:

"I see, Lawrence Bonaparte, I remember the name, Ciro Russell and I mentioned you, and you caused him quite a lot of trouble."

"So this Ajaccio man has been confirmed to be Ciro Russell after your accusations?"

Lawrence asked, tucking the note back into his bag.

"That's right."

General Bellan nodded directly in acknowledgement, and then added:

"However, for the sake of you being a polite young man, I would like to give you a kind reminder. Pasquale Pauli is absolutely aware of these things, and it won't be enough for you to take down Ciro Russell with this notebook. ”

"Thanks for the reminder."

Lawrence smiled and said, although he had already guessed that Governor Pauly was definitely turning a blind eye to these things when he got the note, I am afraid that it was also because Ciro had a good grasp of the degree and did not cross Pauly's bottom line.

As for some confidential information in the Doge's Palace, it is presumable that Ciro did not have the courage to disclose it to the Genoese.

"So, that's all you have to ask?"

General Bellan asked with a frown, believing that with Lawrence's ingenuity, it was impossible not to guess that the Ajaccio man was Ciro Russell.

"One more thing, or a request, I hope you can ghostwrite a letter for me, General."

General Bellan's face changed slightly, and after a little thought, he understood:

"For Ciro Russell, right?"

Lawrence also sensed his reluctance in General Berlan's countenance, and said with a smile:

"If you agree, I can trade a top-secret piece of information in exchange."

Before General Bellan could consider whether to agree, Lawrence had already directly told his so-called information:

"At the moment the garrison of Bastia is very empty, and it is easy for the Genoese army to force the Corsican army back to the south if it launches an attack."

"You...!"

General Berlan's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe that Lawrence had revealed such important information, and if this information was true, it would be a godsend for the Genoese army.

Lawrence was unstable on the surface, but after seeing General Berlan's reaction, he couldn't help but secretly rejoice, and deliberately revealed the situation of Bastia to General Berlan, so as to attract the Genoese army to attack, which was Lawrence's plan.

On the surface, this is a deal between Lawrence and General Bellan, but in reality, the chips at both ends of the scale are in Lawrence's plan.

It's just that Lawrence told the news so easily, which also made General Bellan a little suspicious.

"I swear by the honor of the Bonaparte family that this information is true."

Seeing that General Berland was still hesitating, Lawrence also directly moved out of his aristocratic status to swear.

Lawrence's eyes were firmly fixed on General Bellan, and his right hand was placed on his chest, indicating that his words were not half true.

Although General Berlan was still a little skeptical, he still kept this information in his heart silently, and prepared to send someone to verify the truth after his release.

"Alas... Say, what do you want me to write. General Berlan sighed, now that he had learned about Lawrence, coupled with the identity of his prisoner, he had no choice but to agree to Lawrence's request.

Although he knew that General Bellan would not fully believe his words, Lawrence knew that he would not ignore this news, and once he sent someone to find out the truth of Bastia, he would soon be able to prove the accuracy of this news.

Lawrence smiled and helped General Berland back to his longhouse, and found the letter and pen and ink, which Lawrence dictated and General Berland wrote.

At the end of the letter, at Lawrence's request, General Berlan also engraved his personal seal on it.

"Thank you for your cooperation, you can go back and rest."

Lawrence took the letter paper, dried the ink on it, and waved for the two soldiers to escort General Belland back.

"Bellan's note plus this letter... Ciro Russell, I'm already looking forward to your death. ”

Lawrence looked at the letter again with a grim gaze, and couldn't help but mutter.

......

At seven o'clock in the morning, all the soldiers of the fourth battalion had gotten up and assembled. Despite having only three or four hours of rest after a hard day's work, the soldiers were still in good spirits during such intense operations.

Lawrence couldn't help but yawn, he had even less time to rest than these soldiers, but he had to forcibly hold back his sleepiness and began to order today's action:

"Major Trefali, distribute the wheat bread, air-dried meat, and cream from the warehouse, and give breakfast only half an hour."

"Understood." Major Trefali instructed the soldiers in the warehouse to distribute food as he looked at the mountains of supplies and sighed:

"It's a shame that I can't take so many things with me."

Major Crifali, who was originally a quartermaster, was very jealous of this treasure-like warehouse, and was a little reluctant to leave.

Lawrence glanced at the warehouse, but there was no nostalgia. The soldiers of the Fourth Battalion had already been reloaded with the weapons and armor that should be taken, and as for the rest of the daily necessities, they had been ordered to carry some with them as much as possible.

"It's a pity to leave so many supplies here." Lawrence touched his chin and followed Major Trefali's words.

"Well, there can't be be any way, unless two three-masted galleons are brought in now to get all these things gone."

"But there's a way to make the most of it."

"Oh? How? Major Trefali asked with interest.

"It's all burned."