Briton? How did they get into the city?"

"Didn't you say that these people could only operate in the harbor?"

"Hey, they're all holding knives, what are they for..."

The citizens stopped in the streets, looking at the large group of sailors hurrying from the direction of the port, looking at each other in horror and puzzlement.

The scimitars of these sailors were all in their hands, and the sailors armed with smoothbore guns and pistols were also loaded with ammunition in advance, and all of them marched towards Dongcheng District with a fierce look.

"Captain Maurice, the road ahead is narrow, and there are quite a few Corsicans crammed over there, blocking the way."

One of the sailors at the forefront observed the road ahead, turned back to the middle of the group, found Captain Morris, and said:

"Shall we find an English-speaking Corsican to disperse them?"

Captain Morris glanced at the sailor with a grim face, and saw that the sailor's back was chilled, and then he pointed to the sailor's saber and said:

"Is it going to be such a trouble? What do you do with the knife in your hand?"

"This... You mean...?" The sailor shuddered, and couldn't help but glance back at the dazed and unarmed citizens.

"You bastard! Can't you remember what I just said?! Whoever stands in front of you will directly swing a knife at me and cut it down!"

"Yes, yes, I... I'll go and deliver your orders."

...

A Corsican woman in a long skirt looked blankly at a British sailor walking straight towards her, and couldn't help asking:

"Good afternoon, soldier, do you want...?"

However, the sailor did not understand the Italian she spoke, and even if he did, the sailor would not change the way he responded to her greeting:

The scimitar in the sailor's hand slashed through a semicircle in the air, and then slashed into the woman's abdomen almost without hindrance, and the whole blade sank into the woman's lower abdomen.

The sailor slowly pulled out the scimitar, the blade coated with a mixture of blood and bile, and even a few broken intestines, without even looking at the women squirming on the ground.

The townspeople's thoughts almost stopped for a moment, and they watched as a pool of blood slowly soaked from the place where the woman had fallen, and they had no idea why the British sailors who had come to visit them had done so.

However, the loss of this first life only means that the carnage has just begun.

More sailors rushed straight into the street with knives, raising their blades and slashing at the panicked citizens.

For a moment, the entire street was almost covered in blood and bile, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and a foul stench of rancid human organs.

Look at the sailors, their white uniforms are stained with Corsican blood, even the bottom of their boots is soaked in blood, and they walk on the road with blood-red footprints.

"This... Is this a must? Uncle"

Little Nelson looked at the miserable scene in front of him like hell on earth, and subconsciously pulled the corner of Captain Morris's coat and muttered.

Due to his young age, Nelson did not join in the massacre, but he stood by Captain Morris and watched every innocent life die at the hands of sailors.

Although when he joined the Royal Naval Academy, Nelson Jr. was mentally prepared to take the lives of others.

But the slaughter of civilians and the trampling of the weak in front of him was obviously not acceptable to the twelve-year-old Nelson.

Captain Morris glanced at his nephew and said disdainfully:

"Nelson, this is a bunch of savages, excluded from our civilized society."

"But—" Little Nelson turned his head a little unbearably and said timidly:

"They're human too, aren't they..."

"Hmph," Captain Morris snorted coldly, patting Nelson on the shoulder, and said:

"You can't just say they're human just because they have limbs and facial features, don't monkeys have two arms and two legs?"

"Yes—" Nelson, too, knew that he couldn't argue with his uncle, so he twisted his head to the side completely, trying not to look at the scene in front of him.

......

"Well, yes, look, no one will stand in our way."

Captain Morris led the team to walk through the deserted streets, looked at Ajaccio, who was almost like a dead city in front of him, and said triumphantly to the soldiers beside him.

The news that the British were massacring civilians soon spread by the few citizens who had fled, and the citizens who received the news did not dare to linger at all, and they all returned to their homes in horror and locked the doors.

An officer beside Morris looked around, and the surrounding area was full of dense houses, which were suitable for hiding ambushes, so he said with some concern:

"We are indeed unhindered, but... If there is an ambush in the Corsicans, we will not be able to find out."

"Ambush?"

Captain Morris shook his head contemptuously and said indifferently:

"There are only smoothbore spearmen in the Corsican army, and if you want to defend against us, you can only arrange a line formation on the streets in advance, how can there be an ambush in this case."

With that, Captain Morris added with a mocking look:

"Besides, if they had an ambush, I'm worried about how to get close to them and engage in a white-knuckle fight."

"Uh... You're right, Captain Morris." Seeing this, the officer had no choice but to put aside his worries and casually compliment Morris.

British sailors still swagger through the streets of Ajaccio, surrounded by a quiet residential area.

However, Captain Morris himself soon realized that something was wrong, the surroundings were so quiet, there was a dead silence in the air, and the footsteps of the sailors themselves could almost be heard on the entire street.

"Shhhh

Captain Morris took a breath of cold air, and a sense of unease gradually rose in his heart.

"What are the Corsican armies doing, why haven't we seen them meet them yet..."

Bang!

Just when Captain Morris was puzzled, he heard a gunshot suddenly erupt in the silence.

Captain Morris raised his head reluctantly, and looked reflexively in the direction of the gunshot, only to see that it was the roof of a civilian house, and the muzzle of a gun sticking out of the roof was aimed at him directly.

In the next moment, Captain Morris heard a short buzzing sound in his ears, the sound of a bullet vibrating in the air as it slashed past his ear.

"Ahhhhh

Captain Morris screamed in pain and fell to the ground unsteadily.

The bullet was completely embedded in the base of his thigh, and the wound was beginning to flow blood.

The sailors looked at Morris who fell to the ground in distraction, and they couldn't figure out how Captain Morris could be so unlucky that he was hit by a single shot.

However, the sailors did not have time to think, and at the moment when Captain Morris fell, hundreds of Corsican soldiers poured out of the houses on both sides of the street, which had just been empty.

They picked up their muskets and fired at the British for a round, then gave up reloading, picked up their bayonets and fought with the sailors.

On the roofs of the houses on both sides, more than 20 rifles immediately stretched out to accurately snipe the sailors below.

"This..."

Captain Maurice, who fell to the ground, looked at the Corsican soldiers around him in disbelief, he never expected the Corsican army to use the stupidest tactics in his own eyes.

"These idiots! He even gave up his range advantage to fight us in a white-knuckle battle."

Captain Morris lay on the ground, although he was still spitting blood, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and in his opinion, this battle was completely won by his side.

The battle between the British and the Corsican soldiers was still fierce, and although the Corsicans had the upper hand in the first round of shooting, it was clear that the experienced sailors had the upper hand when they entered the hand-to-hand battle.

Not far away, on the roof of a private house, Lawrence and Major Trevary crouched here, observing the situation on the battlefield.

"Governor Bonaparte, as I expected, we have no advantage in hand-to-hand combat."

Major Trefali frowned as he looked at the battle situation below, and couldn't help but say out loud.

Lawrence nodded approvingly, but his face was not worried, because he knew that one of the troops that would decide the outcome of the battle had not yet appeared.

"Wait..."

At this moment, Captain Morris, who was lying on the ground, suddenly noticed something, and hurriedly put his head on the side and pressed it tightly to the ground, listening carefully for a while.

"Captain Morris?! What's wrong with you?" Several sailors who were in charge of protecting Morris couldn't help but ask worriedly when they saw his sudden appearance.

I saw Captain Morris slowly raise his head, his face was pale, and he muttered:

"It's weird... How can there be a sound of horses' hooves..."

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