"The untouchables...? Impossible, impossible..."

Ciro muttered in a daze, kicked away the gang that was tugging at his pants, and climbed up to the second floor, which was almost in ruins, and looked into the distance.

Not far away, I saw a sea of black and oppressive people, and their steps were firm, rushing towards the church from all directions. Armed with torches and a thousand strange weapons.

Iron rods, wooden sticks, and even wooden planks with nails picked up from the side of the street, the weapons of these paupers looked so ridiculous, and their thin bodies looked so weak.

But when they gathered, when these sparks began to gather, even Ciro couldn't help but feel his legs go weak when he looked at them from a distance.

Countless people ignited by anger have become the most fearless warriors, their roars are like war drums, and they charge, shout, and burst out with incredible energy.

And Ciro could only climb on the broken wall in a daze, muttering like madness:

"Impossible... Impossible..."

At the same time, Grosso was standing at the bow of the merchant ship, staring at the people on the beach as they approached the church.

"Lawrence, can you get to this point?"

Even Grosso, who had seen countless winds and waves, had hardly seen such a scene, and the lowest of the dalits on a daily basis picked up all the weapons they could find and charged at the enemies with muskets and swords.

Just watching from a distance, Grosso already felt a little hot all over his body, as a warrior, facing such a blazing charging scene, Grosso couldn't help but feel an urge to join in.

"Hey, Grosso, the two warships are catching up."

The captain patted Grosso on the shoulder with some uneasiness, and said worriedly that he didn't want to put the whole ship in for a few pounds of gold.

"It's fine."

Grosso stared intently at the battlefield on the beach, took the captain's hand off his shoulder, and said without looking back:

"Trust Laurence Bonaparte, he calculated everything."

After a few moments, the two warships slowed down after a symbolic pursuit, and did not even fire a single shot in the whole process.

And on the beach, people are still closing in on the church.

Ciro stood in place in a daze, all the conspiracies, all the calculations and strategies, in the face of this endless power of the people, as useless as paper.

To this day, Ciro still does not understand how Lawrence woke up these populaces and attacked him:

"Damn it! Lawrence, how did he do it, bribed with money ... Can't he have so much money to force these untouchables to come... Not even I can do anything like that! Damn it! No way! ”

The people in the church were also given muskets and ammunition, but when they looked at the black sea of people outside, they didn't even have the heart to reload.

Some people even looked at the people like they lost their souls, and sat directly on the ground, with the lead bullets in their hands scattered all over the ground, but they didn't even have the heart to pick them up.

The distance between the two sides was closer, and through the empty windows, the gang and the people could already see each other's faces, and Ciro, who was standing on the second floor, also saw the culprit who had put him in this situation in the crowd.

"Lawrence Bonaparte!"

Ciro let out a loud cry and slammed his hand into the broken wall full of glass shards in anger, splashing his entire palm with blood.

Lawrence also spotted Ciro on the second floor, and for this henchman since he came to Corsica, Lawrence only raised his head slightly and glanced at Ciro, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, showing a mocking smile.

When the distance between the two sides was infinitely shortened, the people were also shocked to find that the gang in the church had many familiar faces:

"That's Scarface Luca! Blackmail my asshole every week! ”

"Oh my God, and Kerr the Elf! Why is this beast here! ”

"And Gert the Maned Dog! He broke my son's leg! ”

"I see, they're all in the same boat!"

......

These gang members who usually oppress one side and fish the common people were quickly recognized by the people, and the people immediately reacted that Ciro Russell was absolutely inseparable from these people.

The recognized gangsters suddenly snorted, their legs weakened and retreated towards the church, and many of them directly threw their muskets on the ground, without the slightest willingness to resist.

"Hang them!"

I don't know who led the crowd to shout, and in an instant, the excitement of the people was pushed to a climax, and they rushed towards the church.

Only a few sporadic gunshots were heard, and the first few people in the front were shot and fell, but the endless sea of people who followed straddled their fallen bodies and continued to shout and charge towards the church.

It was a completely one-sided battle, with the iron rods and sticks in the hands of the people falling on the gangs like a torrential rain, and the entire church hall echoed with the wails and cries of the gangs.

Just a few minutes later, Ya'an had already come to report to Lawrence with a sword that was still dripping blood, and from Ya'an's tone, Lawrence also heard a few decompositions:

"My lord, Ciro has been caught. The rest either gave up resistance or died. ”

After that, I saw a group of patrolmen walking out of the church, and among them was a man with a blue nose and swollen face, and his face was covered in blood.

The man's legs were no longer strong, and he didn't know if he had been broken, so he had to be dragged out by the arms of two patrolmen.

Had it not been for the patrols, he would have been torn to pieces by the fanatical populace.

After the man was thrown in front of Lawrence, he had to support his body with his hands, lay on the ground, looked up at Lawrence miserably, and said with a miserable laugh:

"Lawrence Bonaparte, this is the second time we have met."

Lawrence glanced down at him, and despite the bruises and blood on his face, he could still make out that it was Ciro Russell.

Yaan stood behind Lawrence, his eyes fixed on Ciro, his sword hand trembling.

"Come, assign men to maintain order, and the people can ignore the looting in the church, but it must not spread to the city. Ya'an, you carry him and come with me. ”

Lawrence ignored Ciro, but glanced at the people who were looting supplies in the church, and instructed the patrol soldiers around him.

Ya'an followed Lawrence's order, walked up to Ciro and squatted down, grabbed his collar, hesitated for two seconds, and then directly punched Ciro in the chin:

"Brute! This punch is for Christina, my love, the poor weaver worker. ”

As several bloody teeth flew out, Yaan clenched his fists, resisted the urge to punch him again, and carried the already half-unconscious Ciro on his shoulders to keep up with Lawrence's footsteps.

The three of them moved away from the frenetic crowd and came to the beach not far away.

The sun on the beach at noon was very bright and warm on people, but Ciro lying on the sand only felt cold, his nose and the corners of his eyes were still oozing blood, and the severe pain in his legs made his expression even more distorted.

"Let's talk, Ciro Russell."