"By the way, Lieutenant Seth, you go to the task force camp first and order the soldiers to get ready to go."

Lawrence, who was walking on the road, suddenly stopped, turned to Lieutenant Seth, and instructed:

"I have something to do with Major Trevary."

"Yes, understood."

Lieutenant Seth replied competently, knowing that he was still no match for Major Trevary, and gave a brief salute before hastening his way away.

When Lieutenant Seth's figure disappeared completely, Lawrence grabbed Major Trefali and asked in a low voice:

"Major, what's wrong with those rifles?"

Two years earlier, Lawrence had requested ten test rifles from Major Trevary, which he had distributed to his most loyal patrolmen for testing.

The various problems that arose during the test were also summarized by Lawrence and regularly reported to Major Trefali to help him make further improvements.

Hearing Lawrence ask about this revolutionary new weapon, Major Trefali immediately became solemn, and said in the same whisper:

"It's a lot better than the original prototype, but it's not enough to be a standard weapon. Its service life has not been fully measured, and the manufacturing process is not..."

"Stop, stop." Lawrence hurriedly stopped Major Trefali, frowned, and said:

"I don't want to know the details of the engineering, I just want to know if it can shoot lead into the hearts of the Sardinians now."

"Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte, do you want to use a rifle in this battle?!"

Hearing Lawrence's request, Major Trefali was suddenly a little excited, and asked repeatedly.

As one of the creators of the rifle, Major Trefali was looking forward to how it would perform on the real battlefield.

He also looked forward to his name being spread throughout Europe in the future with this gun.

However, Major Trefali pondered for a moment, his excited expression dissipated a little, and he sighed and said:

"But now I only have a dozen rifles in my hand, all of which are for testing, even if you add the ten guns you have, I am afraid that the effect on the battlefield is only minimal."

At Lawrence's request, Major Trevary kept the existence of the rifle the greatest secret and did not reveal it to anyone else.

But the disadvantage of this is that Major Trevary did not even have an assistant, and he alone completed the whole process from forging parts to assembly, so that the output of the rifle was really pitiful.

Not to mention that he is also responsible for the improvement and design of the rifle and his own work.

If, in the face of such a workload, sufficient production is required, it is true that the capitalists will cry when they hear it.

"Let's not mention the quantity, what about the quality of the shot?"

Lawrence asked nonchalantly, knowing that there wouldn't be a lot of these guns.

"It's a lot better accurate than it was at the beginning, and now I can shoot accurately from a distance of 200 yards." Major Trefali replied skillfully.

Two hundred yards is about 180 meters, and although the effective range of such a range is far less than that of later rifles, it is already a huge leap for today's smoothbore guns.

Lawrence looked down and pondered something, and after a moment nodded to himself, as if he had made up his mind, and commanded:

"Two hundred yards... That's enough, Major, you go and send someone to bring all these rifles, and so do the patrolmen. ”

"It's... Okay, I'll go. ”

Major Trevally hesitated, but nodded helplessly, although he felt that the twenty or so guns would have no effect on the situation of the battle.

And only Lawrence knew that the purpose of these twenty-odd guns was not to kill a few more enemy soldiers on the battlefield.

Their role is to bring a tactical dimensionality reduction blow to the outdated line combat method of lining up to shoot.

......

About an hour later, on the outskirts of Ajaccio, a special battalion drawn from the Northern Legion was stationed.

"Sir, you're here."

Lieutenant Seth saluted Lawrence and Trafali when he saw them arrive at the camp.

Behind Lawrence were ten patrolmen who accompanied him, in addition to a few orderly soldiers carrying guns and ammunition.

These ten people were also the first users of rifles, and in the two years of testing, they have become very proficient in the use of rifles. And in Lawrence's plan, they will play an indelible role.

Lawrence nodded slightly, glancing inside the camp.

The soldiers were lined up, looking at Lawrence with anticipation and reverence on their faces. Backpacks and sleeping bags and blankets are also packed and ready to go.

However, when Lawrence's gaze swept over the faces of these soldiers, there was a faint sense that something was wrong.

There are a lot of familiar faces in it, and many people Lawrence has an impression of his appearance, and he should be a soldier of the original fourth battalion.

"Lieutenant, how many soldiers are here?" Lawrence frowned and asked Lieutenant Seth to the side.

"It's been counted, four hundred and thirty."

"There seem to be a lot of old faces in there, huh?"

"Isn't it, sir?"

After all, Lieutenant Seth didn't know the relationship between Lawrence and Paulie, and he didn't feel anything abnormal, but said happily:

"The brothers of the fourth battalion are basically here, hehe, it means that our establishment is back, this feeling of fighting side by side is really rare."

However, Lawrence ignored Lieutenant Seth's smile and took a deep breath before slowly exhaling it.

Lawrence then looked at the soldiers in front of him, then turned his head to glance at Major Trefali and Lieutenant Seth beside him.

"Damn Paulie."

Lawrence frowned, scolded bitterly in his heart, and thought silently:

"No wonder Major Trefali and Lieutenant Seth were summoned, Paulie, is this an attempt to push the entire Fourth Battalion into the fire pit, and even take the lives of so many soldiers..."

After seeing these old departments in front of him, Lawrence also understood Paulie's full intentions.

This is an attempt to uproot one's own military forces, and as for the so-called reinforcement of the south, it is nothing more than a rhetoric.

In Pauli's eyes, it didn't matter if the Southern Army could resist the attack of the Kingdom of Sardinia, he had already sought British protection anyway.

His sole purpose in sending this task force battalion was to send the soldiers of Lawrence's fourth battalion to their deaths, and even the best outcome for Lawrence himself to die on the battlefield.

For this purpose, Poly even let the soldiers of the entire Southern Army accompany the burial.

As long as the 4th Battalion suffered heavy casualties, Lawrence's roots in the army were lost, and Paulie secretly fueled the trouble, Lawrence's influence in the army would soon dissipate, leaving only a false name.

Even, Paulie won't even let Lawrence stay with a false name.

"What a bastard..."

Lawrence suddenly punched the trunk of the tree beside him in resentment, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear:

"These soldiers went to war for the ideals he proclaimed, but he crushed their hearts in his hands and swayed them like dust, all to satisfy his perverted lust for power. Pasquale Pauli, I wanted to give you a good end. ”