"Sir Bonaparte, do you want to ask for the help of the military forces?" Old Sean suggested worriedly.

Lawrence shook his head slowly, not considering whether Paulie would agree or not, he had to start acting before Paulie suspected that the letter was a forgery, and if the army intervened, something would inevitably happen.

"Start the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Lawrence looked at the three of them and said firmly. Ciro has always been a big problem for Lawrence, and Lawrence will never let go of this opportunity to crush his bones.

Grosso, Yaan and Old Sean looked at each other, and then looked at the arrest warrant on the table, and they didn't have a clue, so Grosso scratched his head and said:

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance to make any arrangements in such a short period of time."

Ya'an and Old Sean also nodded approvingly, if they had to act the day after tomorrow, there would only be a day and a half left for them.

Lawrence pondered for a moment, then sighed a little, and commanded:

"In that case, old Shaun, find out Ajaccio's map and make a plan to storm the union headquarters."

Old Sean got up, rummaged through the pantry by the light of the oil lamp, and found a dusty topographical map of the surroundings of Ajaccio, which he spread out on the table.

Lawrence looked at the terrain around the headquarters of the dock workers' union, couldn't help frowning, and analyzed:

"The church is built on the beach, there are no other buildings around, and the terrain is very open. The opponent occupied the building to resist, and we attacked in such terrain, and the losses were estimated to be not small. ”

Ya'an added: "Judging from the amount of supplies they purchase each time, the number of people on the other side should be slightly more than ours. ”

Grosso couldn't help but smack his lips, touched his chin and said:

"In this way, the other side has the advantage of terrain, and the number of people is not inferior to us, not to mention losses, whether it can be captured is still a question. Otherwise, we will directly surround the church, and we will have an arrest warrant in our hands anyway, and it will not be a problem to surround it for ten days. ”

Lawrence shook his head and vetoed the siege proposal, Poly could be suspicious of the contents of the letter at any time, and Ciro could also instruct his men to contact Poly during the siege, and once the misunderstanding between the two sides was resolved, it was himself who was in danger.

"We don't have that much time, we have to end the fight and kill Ciro in the day after tomorrow." Lawrence said in a deep voice.

With that, there was a brief silence in the room, and all four of them looked at the topographical map on the table, thinking about how to attack.

"Fuck!"

Grosso grabbed his hair irritably and grumbled:

"I really want to bring in dozens of artillery pieces to bombard him as a son of a bitch! Or just take a few fucking men and rush in and slash the damn Ciro Russell. ”

Lawrence shook his head with a wry smile, trying to persuade Grosso to give up his unrealistic ideas quickly.

However, after Lawrence recalled Grosso's words, his eyes suddenly lit up, and his right hand slapped excitedly on the table, and said excitedly:

"Grosso, what you say makes sense, so do it."

"Huh?"

Grosso looked at Lawrence with a strange face, and couldn't help but say:

"Boy, are you hysterical or something. We have a hundred and a few people, not to mention thousands, and we can't even get together a few thousand pigs in these two days. And artillery, there are not many in the Corsican army, you can't find a place to steal. ”

Even Ya'an and Old Sean, who had infinite trust in Lawrence, couldn't help but frown and look at Lawrence, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ignoring the puzzled eyes of the three people, Lawrence looked down at the topographic map, pondered for half a minute before looking up, looking at the three of them and said resolutely:

"Artillery, we have it, every merchant ship that sails in the Mediterranean is equipped with artillery. People, we also have them, and every poor person who is struggling in Xicheng District who is poisoned by gangs is our backing. ”

"This..."

The three of them couldn't help but glance at each other, they all froze in place and didn't know what to say, and finally Grosso, who was outspoken, took the lead in denying it:

"Boy, why don't you say that the poor people of the world are your backing?"

"In a sense, so are they. Also, I personally like to call them proletarians. ”

Lawrence coughed lightly and explained:

"Ahem, back to business, Grosso, you said you had a way, right? Can you get in touch with a certain captain? His ship is better ... Converted from a warship like the White Rose. ”

Grosso gasped, pulled over the map and looked twice, understanding what Lawrence meant:

"You want to shell their headquarters from the sea ?! It's true that their headquarters are less than six hundred yards from the sea, but, boy, it's not something I can do to sell face. ”

Lawrence also nodded in understanding, a merchant ship openly shelling the territory of a country is vulnerable to a Corsican navy's counterattack even if there is a valid reason, and only a large amount of money can find a captain who is willing to take this risk, so he said:

"On the Navy side, I'll say hello to them as a Wehrmacht lieutenant colonel. Also, about the captain's remuneration..."

As he spoke, Lawrence took out the three deposit slips of the Bank of Venice seized that day in Giethoorn and handed them to Grosso, and asked:

"Are these enough?"

Grosso took the deposit slip and glanced at it, and suddenly his eyes widened and exclaimed:

"Bearer certificates of deposit in Venice? Each one is still a denomination of 500 Dhaka gold coins?! ”

Old Sean also got up in shock and ran behind Grosso to look at these deposit slips, he had never seen so much money in his life.

"How much are these worth?" Lawrence asked with a frown.

Grosso explained while confirming the authenticity of the three deposit slips:

"Dhaka gold coins are almost equivalent to the same weight of gold, and generally speaking, one hundred and thirty Dhaka gold coins can be exchanged for a pound of gold."

Lawrence calculated for a moment that the weight of a Dhaka gold coin was about 3.5 grams, and when the gold content of 99.5% was calculated, Grosso's conversion ratio was basically correct.

"Take two deposit slips like this, and then I go to sell face, I should be able to move a captain."

Grosso looked at the deposit slip in his hand with a very hot gaze and said, after all, behind these three thin pieces of paper are real gold.

Lawrence nodded in agreement, the price was also within his expectations, as for whether Grosso would be greedy for some ink, as long as things can be done, Lawrence doesn't care.

"By the way, the rest of the sheet will also be exchanged for gold for me." Lawrence added.

Grosso nodded as he carefully put the deposit slips away in his arms, patted his chest and said:

"No problem, as long as the money is in place, I can invite you to the flagship of Spain. However, what do you say about mobilizing the poor in Xicheng District? ”

Lawrence did not explain directly, but directed to Yaan, Grosso and Sean Sr.:

"When you return to Xicheng District, you will immediately send people to inquire about the various grocery stores and grain stores, and ask the customers who often buy oats and bran in large quantities that must be completed within this day."

Old Sean touched his chin puzzled and said:

"Oats and bran? Isn't this all about feeding horses and pigs? ”

Lawrence sighed and said:

"In addition to livestock, there are people who are forced to eat these things."

"Huh? What kind of people? ”

"Slaves imprisoned to be shipped overseas."

Lawrence remembered the record of the Ciro slave trade recorded in General Berlan's notebook that day. It mentions that Ciro did not provide slaves to the Genoese in the near future, which means that he must still be holding a large number of poor people who were imprisoned and not sent out somewhere.

"There is no better news to ignite the anger of the people than to sell their Corsican compatriots like cattle to the Genoese, Ciro Russell."