Ajaccio, the port of the West Quarter.

Although there were dozens of ships of various sizes moored on the dock, at this moment, the one that attracted everyone's attention was undoubtedly the three-class British battleship with a two-tier gun deck flying the rice flag, the Reason.

On the dock where the Reasonable was moored, dozens of sailors armed with muskets lined up, aiming their guns at the patrols of Ajaccio opposite.

On the Reason, more sailors were nervously lying on the side of the ship, observing the situation below.

At the bow of the ship, a man wearing a three-cornered hat, a white shirt, and a dark blue uniform shouted at the patrolmen below the ship in a solemn face.

Hidden behind a bunker set up by several wooden boxes, Old Sean and Grosso glanced at each other as they listened to the man's shouts.

Old Sean was the first to speak awkwardly:

"What's this man's name, it's so loud."

Old Sean, who had spoken Italian all his life, couldn't understand the English the man was saying.

Grosso scratched his head, although he had traveled to many places, he could only understand a few simple words:

"I can't hear clearly, it seems to say let's lay down our weapons."

"How is that possible?" Old Sean frowned and said:

"Why don't we shoot them at you?"

Grosso couldn't help but glance at old Sean, and pointed to the reasonable number angrily and said:

"You see, it's a British ship, and if you give the order to shoot today, the Royal Navy fleet will come in three days and scatter your ashes."

Grosso, who had spent most of his life at sea, was well aware of the strength of the British Navy, so he knew that the conflict must not be expanded now, so he said to Old Sean:

"You hurry up and explain to these patrolmen, and let them return the bullets and gunpowder, so that no son of a bitch's son of a ghost will go off for a while."

"It's... All right. Old Sean was also well aware of his role, and Grosso was undoubtedly much more knowledgeable than him in this regard, so he simply agreed.

......

The confrontation between the two sides lasted for dozens of minutes, and Lawrence and Yaan arrived and hurriedly ran to the dock.

"Bonaparte!"

"Boy, you're here."

Old Sean and Grosso saw that Lawrence also hurriedly came up, pointed to the reasonable number not far away and the two sides of the confrontation, and gave Lawrence a brief introduction to the situation.

"Wait, you said this ship is called the Reasonable?" Lawrence interrupted Grosso with a frown, asking a seemingly unrelated question.

"yes, what's the problem?" Grosso asked, stunned for a moment.

"Nothing, just keep talking."

Lawrence shook his head, but his mind kept thinking.

The British Navy's third class ship in 1770, the name Lawrence remembers hearing in some part of history.

After a brief description, Lawrence looked at the reasonable number and asked:

"You haven't spoken to each other yet?"

Grosso shrugged helplessly and said:

"At first, there was a language barrier, but then the conflict broke out, and even the communication was not good."

Lawrence nodded, walked over to the dock where the Reason was moored, and looked at the man in the three-cornered hat at the bow of the ship.

Judging by his clothes, he should be the captain of this warship.

Although the body did not speak English, Lawrence had been fairly proficient in English in his previous life, and although the English of the 21st century was certainly different from that of the 18th century, there was no problem with normal communication.

"Your Excellency, I am Lieutenant Colonel of the Wehrmacht of Corsica, and Lawrence Bonaparte is the commander of these men. I would also like to ask you to indicate your intentions. ”

Lawrence shouted at the captain of the opposing ship, since there were people from the British Navy on the other side, Lawrence still chose to report his military identity.

The captain was stunned for a moment, then leaned out half of his body to look at Lawrence, and as if glad that there was finally someone who could speak English, he replied:

"Lieutenant Commander Bonaparte, I am Captain of the British Royal Navy, Maurice Sockling, Captain of the Reasonable. We are here at the invitation of the Governor of Corsica. Now I ask your men to lay down their arms and not to obstruct our landing. ”

Lawrence's brow furrowed even tighter, at the invitation of Governor Paulie? I didn't get any news at all.

"Huh... I guess Paulie's old fox deliberately blocked the news from me. ”

Lawrence thought about Paulie's attitude towards himself like a thief in the past two years, and he was relieved, so he turned to the patrolmen and ordered:

"All obey the order, retreat to the rear of the dock, and assemble in a phalanx to stand by."

Captain Morris was relieved to see the patrolmen put away their weapons and retreat to the rear, and ordered his sailors to lay down their weapons, and then climbed down the gangway and walked towards Lawrence.

Watching Captain Morris walk towards him, Lawrence was keenly aware that right behind him, there was always a man with a small head and an ordinary sailor's uniform.

When Lawrence got closer, he realized that Captain Morris was followed by a young boy who looked to be only about twelve years old.

Captain Morris smiled and stretched out his right hand to shake Lawrence, and said with a slight dissatisfaction:

"Truth be told, Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte, your welcome today is terrible."

"I'll be honest too, Captain Morris, these people aren't welcoming soldiers in a line, strictly speaking, they're... The police. ”

Lawrence said with his left hand pointing to the patrol behind him.

"Really?" Captain Morris looked back at the patrolmen with some surprise, and said in a flurry of words:

"By police standards, their discipline is really good. If you have the chance, you have to go to London, where the police, oh my God, are like hooligans, especially the mounted police, and I ran into them one time..."

After the misunderstanding between the two sides was resolved, Captain Morris, who had come for a friendly visit, also became talkative.

Lawrence interrupted him with two embarrassed coughs, drew his right hand, looked at the boy behind Captain Morris, and said:

"So, this one... What is a soldier? ”

"Oh, this is my nephew, a Royal Navy cadet who interned on my ship. Don't look at him as only twelve years old, his ability is not small. ”

Captain Morris pointed to the little boy and said proudly:

"His name is, Horatio Nelson."

"Wait, what's his name?!"

Lawrence couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth and asked in a loud voice.

"Huh? His name is Ho-Ray-Shaw Na-Er-Sun, you don't know him, do you? ”

Captain Morris thought that Lawrence had not heard clearly, so he slowed down and read the little boy's name again, and asked very strangely.

Lawrence, of course, didn't know the little boy in front of him, but the name Horatio Nelson was definitely a name that later generations could not avoid when talking about the Napoleonic navy.

Nelson, a legendary admiral of the British Navy.

Historically, he became famous for facing the navy of Napoleon's Egyptian legions, and in Alexandria, Nelson almost annihilated the French fleet with a disadvantage in the number of capital ships. And not only did they not lose their own ships, but they also captured six French capital ships.

What made Nelson's name even more immortalized was his complete victory over the combined French and Spanish fleets at the Battle of Trafalgar. The battle destroyed almost the entire French navy, forcing Napoleon to never consider attacking mainland England again for the rest of his life.

It is fair to say that he was one of the best admirals of the Napoleonic era.

"I believe that he will make a good admiral."

Lawrence suppressed his excitement, touched Nelson's head, and said with a smile.

Lawrence finally remembered why he felt so familiar with the name of the Reasonable, which was the first ship Nelson had served on in history.

"Although he is an Englishman, this kid's talent is really... It would be nice if it could be used by me. ”

Lawrence's eyes suddenly ignored Captain Morris, and his eyes stared at Nelson fieryly.