Old Mario looked horrified and frightened at the angry crowd below, he had not seen such an agitated and angry crowd in sixty years in Corsica.

Although he is still a proper victim in the hearts of the people at the moment, kneeling on this high platform, listening to the waves of shouts in his ears, and watching the appearance of people roaring, old Mario trembled and did not know what to do.

Lawrence clenched his right fist straight above his head, and made eye contact with each angry Corsican, and in their eyes, Lawrence saw the blood of an aggressive people.

"Please let me speak, fellow citizens!"

Lawrence shouted three times before the frenetic crowd was silenced, and even when they stopped shouting, the heavy gasps of the men and the unstoppable sobs of the women could be heard.

"Ciro Russell, he is blatantly trampling on Corsican justice. As I promised, I will fight this evil to the end and bring justice back to the land of Corsica! ”

Lawrence shouted, waving his arms excitedly, and said:

However, Ciro Russell still does not realize the crime he has committed, and gathers his minions to prepare for resistance. To do this, I need to draw on the strength of you, all fearless Corsicans. ”

With that, Lawrence held the warrant above his head so that all could see it, and said:

"Now, by invoking the Constitution of Corsican, and making clear the power of the Corsican people to fight evil, I hereby delegate to all righteous Corsican citizens the authority given to me by the Governor of Pauli."

Under the gaze of all the people, Lawrence slowly folded the arrest warrant in his hand in half and tore it into countless pieces of paper with great force.

Lawrence then held the confetti in his palm and threw it at the crowd.

The Mediterranean air was still a little cold in February, but the people present only felt their blood boiling, even the poor people wearing only a single coat felt hot and dry.

They are the poor who are struggling at the bottom, and there has never been a person like Lawrence who has frankly admitted that he needs to rely on their strength.

There has never been such a thing as now, when he has been clearly defined and granted his own right to uphold justice.

Before that, they thought the only power they had was to live.

People rushed to raise their arms to receive the pieces of the arrest warrant from the air, and this symbol also made them unconsciously think that they were on the side of law and justice.

"Fellow citizens, I can hear your voices."

Lawrence clenched his fist hard and hammered it on his chest, and shouted at the sea of people with a slight bow:

"People of Corsica, it is time to take up the power in your hands and make the sinners pay the price of blood, and no longer ask who will be punished, the sword and the power are in your own hands!"

......

Bang!

Just as Lawrence's words fell, a deafening sound of cannon fire was heard on the seashore.

Dozens of jet-black projectiles streaked across the clear sky and flew straight towards a small church by the beach, only to drown the church in flying sand and smoke in an instant.

Although most of the projectiles hit the sand and sank into it to a depth of a meter, the few projectiles that smashed into the church instantly opened several large holes in the battered building.

Even the Gothic church's most iconic spire was razed in a round of shelling.

"Damn it! Is it an earthquake? ”

Ciro coughed violently and threw his cigar on the ground and stepped on it, only to feel the whole building shaking, and the dust and sand falling from the cracks in the walls, and soon the whole room was in shambles.

"Mr. Ciro!"

A gang of people rushed into Ciro's room, coughed heavily in the dust, and then said hurriedly:

"It's shelling! We are being shelled! ”

"Shelling? Is it Lawrence Bonaparte... Where did he get artillery! ”

Ciro held on to the wall with one hand and patted his head with the other, gritting his teeth and thinking.

However, before he could calm his thoughts, another loud bang was heard in his ears, followed by a violent vibration of the church, which nearly caused Ciro to fall to the ground.

One of the shells even hit the upper edge of the window in Ciro's room, instantly cutting off half of the ceiling, and the glass and gravel were all over the floor, and the splashed glass slag hit Ciro's body, instantly cutting several holes.

"Mr. Ciro!" The gang hurriedly stepped forward to support Ciro and said:

"It's too dangerous here, you better go to the catacombs!"

Ciro nodded slightly, but his teeth trembled with irritation.

In all his years in Ajaccio, he had never had such a shameful humiliation as the shelling of his headquarters.

Ciro walked out of the priest's chamber and went to the altar to take a look at the situation.

I saw that the originally wide and towering dome had been opened with two large holes, and two cannonballs and fallen stones were piled up in the front and middle halls.

The gang members who had been wounded in the shelling wailed in anguish, and this was the most densely populated area, and the two shells pierced the dome and were accompanied by falling rubble, injuring many of them.

Even in Ciro's eyes, there was a man who was broken by a huge stone slab that had fallen, and his body was broken in two, and he was wailing bitterly before he could breathe.

Not daring to stay here for too long, Ciro just showed up and walked quickly to the catacombs, and ordered one of his men beside him:

"Send a few people out to find out what's going on, and let everyone take refuge in the grave."

"It's... Mr. Ciro, the tomb is full of things, and I'm afraid it will only fit a few dozen more people. ”

"Then let our people come in first, and the rest of the gang will stay!"

After Ciro gritted his teeth and gave the order, he subconsciously wanted to smoke a cigar, and after fumbling for a while, he remembered that the cigar box had been crushed by the shelling in the room.

After kicking the wall even more angrily, Ciro had to wait for his men to come back to his life amid the rumbling and shaking of the church.

After about ten minutes, the catacombs were already overcrowded, and the people outside were still desperately squeezing inside, especially after each round of shelling, hearing the terrifying roar would make the outside squeeze even harder.

The men sent by Ciro to inquire about the situation also came back unkempt, and found Ciro in the crowded catacombs for a long time, and did not care that there were still people around, and knelt on the ground in panic and said:

"Mr. Ciro! Outside it's a merchant ship shelling us! ”

"Merchant ships?! How dare he! What about the Navy, will the Navy just let that ship fire there! ”

Ciro exclaimed in disbelief, and even the surrounding gang members looked at each other in panic.

"The Navy doesn't know why, the two line ships are not dispatched, and they are still moored in the harbor."

"What?!"

Ciro frowned, vaguely sensing that something was wrong.

It was nearly half an hour before Ciro received a report that the navy's warships had finally been dispatched, and that the merchant ship had stopped shelling and began to withdraw.

After receiving this news, the help of the catacombs let out a long sigh of relief and returned to the surface.

After more than half an hour of indiscriminate bombardment, the roof of the church has been completely peeled off, leaving only a few thick walls, and in the rubble, incomplete corpses and blood can be seen everywhere.

The surviving gang was also completely numb, sitting in the middle of the rubble and corpses with their eyes distracted.

The rounds of artillery fire had destroyed their minds, and some of them had even fled from the church in defiance of Ciro's orders.

Before Ciro could count the dead and wounded, a gang of people ran up to him, looked at Ciro with round eyes, and reported in a panic:

"West... Mr. Ciro! Outside, a large group of people with weapons were approaching here. ”

"Hmph." Ciro snorted coldly and said disdainfully:

"Lawrence's patrol, sure enough, it's here, distribute the muskets and swords, and we'll take up here and fight back..."

However, before Ciro could finish speaking, the gang knelt on the ground weakly, grabbed Ciro's trousers, and cried out:

"Lord Ciro! Not a patrol! It's the untouchables! They came with pitchforks and torches! ”