In the middle of the battlefield, the exchange of fire between the two armies continued.

Some of the front-line officers of the Sardinian army soon noticed the anomaly, since the distance between the two armies was only about twenty meters, and these officers noticed in a short time:

In the Corsican array, there were always twenty or so soldiers wandering out of the line, wandering around the rear of the array, watching, stopping from time to time to shoot with muskets in their hands.

At first, they didn't care about this detail, thinking it was just a sign of the lack of discipline on the part of the Corsican army.

However, as more and more lines began to be confused, and the reloaded soldiers were holding muskets, but they were not given the order to fire, the other officers realized that something was wrong.

Of course, with the lethal sniping of these precision shooters, these front-line officers who found anomalies never had a chance to report their findings after a wail.

Even in the line of the Sardinian army, some of the soldiers who had taken over the command of the fallen officers, who had just opened their mouths to give two orders, were immediately mercilessly pierced by a bullet through their foreheads.

"Phew... Vomit..."

Lawrence fell to the ground, swallowing the vomiting sensation in his esophagus, and spat out his mouth of the ash he had just eaten as he lay down to escape a round of shelling.

"Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte!"

Major Trefali rushed up from the rear and carried Lawrence back some distance, leaving the front line of the firefight.

"Oh my God, how can you run to the front line!" Major Trefali asked with a frown as he patted the dirt off Lawrence's body.

Lawrence waved his hand and whispered quickly:

"I have to be on the front line, and only if I am there will these soldiers die for me. Leaving that aside, what's going on with the war? ”

Lawrence, who was a talented man, had been commanding the precision shooters on the front lines, and had no idea what was going on on the battlefield as a whole.

"Much better than expected, many lines of the Sardinian army have fallen into disarray, and even several companies that have been in direct fire with us have begun to retreat."

Major Trefali said with a serious face:

"However, our losses are not small, and we can't afford to wear it down like this, but if Silva's troops participate in the battle, we may have a real chance to win this battle."

"I see."

Lawrence stood up and motioned for Major Trefary to return to his post, then turned and called a precision shooter from the array.

"Sir, what instructions?" The shooter snapped to Lawrence as he reloaded his ammunition with a ram stick.

Lawrence patted him on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear.

"Yes, sir."

The shooter, despite his strange expression, accepted Lawrence's order without hesitation.

As a soldier of the former 4th Battalion, he had become accustomed to obedience and only obeyed Lawrence's orders.

Lawrence nodded, and then trotted briskly towards Colonel Silva's rear army.

...

"Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte, the battle situation is very anxious."

Colonel Silva sat on horseback, looked at Lawrence with a complicated face, and said in a deep voice.

In his plan, he thought that the hundreds of people in the special battalion would be defeated in a very short time, and then he could lead his cronies to retreat on horseback and successfully complete the goal given to him by Poly.

However, the situation on the battlefield was somewhat unexpected by Colonel Silva.

"Colonel, it's time for your rear army to join the battlefield."

Lawrence looked up at Silva and said in a flat tone.

"Don't worry."

Colonel Silva shook the reins impatiently and said forcefully:

"It's not the best time yet, you go back to your position first."

Lawrence sneered, stared directly at Colonel Silva and said:

"Not yet? When are you ready to use your army? Back in Ajaccio? ”

"You!"

Colonel Silva was suddenly exposed, and the soldiers and non-commissioned officers around him heard Lawrence's words, and they were also very dissatisfied with Colonel Silva's behavior of watching the fire from the other side.

After all, when Lawrence spoke for his men, they were all listening.

Now Lawrence's soldiers were fighting the enemy two hundred yards away, and they were standing by in the rear, as Lawrence called a bastard and a coward, much to the shame and displeasure of the soldiers of the Southern Legion.

If such a thing is preached, it will be a lifelong disgrace for them.

"Lieutenant Colonel Bonaparte! This is the battlefield, you dare to disobey on the battlefield?! ”

Colonel Silva angrily drew his horsewhip and shouted at Lawrence.

"I'm just proposing it to you." Lawrence said with a blank face.

"Proposal? I said you were disobeying! I'll deal with you with military law right now! ”

Colonel Silva shouted angrily, reached out and waved the whip in his hand, flicking his wrist at Lawrence.

The thumb-thick whip whirred in the air, and Lawrence was about to have an extra bleeding whip mark on his body.

I saw that Colonel Silva suddenly trembled, and the horsewhip in his hand was thrown out directly, and his eyes gradually collapsed, like a wooden sculpture standing on horseback.

Before the soldiers could come to their senses, they saw that Colonel Silva's heart had begun to gush blood from a small hole.

"Colonel Silva!" Lawrence pretended to be alarmed and shouted, and immediately said:

"Colonel Silva was hit by a stray bullet! What about military doctors? Hurry up and take it to first aid! ”

As he spoke, Lawrence stepped forward and pulled Silva off the horse, and his whole body fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

As everyone watched, Lawrence reached out to probe Silva's snort, and then said sadly:

"Colonel Silva has left us, but we have no time to grieve, we are still at war with the Sardinian army, and we must comfort his soul in heaven with victory. Now, as the highest-ranking person present, I will take over as the commander of the Southern Corps, do you have any opinions? ”

"You... You! ”

Colonel Silva on the ground was still out of breath and was struggling to sit up.

Lawrence glanced at him, stomped on top of him with a quick stomp, pinning Silva to the ground until he didn't react again.

......

"Damn it, those pieces of shit! What's going on! ”

Colonel Butland anxiously watched the situation on the battlefield with a telescope, and cursed uncontrollably.

According to his battle plan, as long as the two battalions on the flanks surrounded the Corsican army, then under fire from three sides, the Corsican army would immediately collapse.

However, when the two battalions arrived at their designated positions, they did not encircle them, but remained in place as if they had not received orders.

And all the heralds sent out by Colonel Butland himself were gone.

Even just now, Colonel Butland was forced to send his lieutenants to deliver orders, but they did not return for a long time.

On the battlefield at this time, the rear of the Corsican army reinforced from both flanks into the battle, and instantly scattered the two battalions that Colonel Butland planned to surround.

The two battalions on the flank, because they had not received the order to attack or continue to advance, did not react until the Corsican army rushed in front of them and fired a few rounds, and hastily changed the phalanx into a line to meet them.

"How is that possible... How so..."

Colonel Butland stared at the picture in the mirror tube in a daze, not only the troops on the flanks were attacked by the Corsican rear, but even the three battalions that were engaged in frontal fire were gradually showing their decline.

"These pigs! They have better equipment, more numbers, why, why are they in retreat! ”

Colonel Butland angrily threw the telescope in his hand to the ground and roared in rage.

But there was no one around him who could respond to him, and even all his lieutenants were sent to the battlefield and have not returned now.

"I'd like to see for myself what's going on on the battlefield!"

Colonel Butland could no longer suppress his anger, and threw the reins hard and galloped towards the battlefield.