This is...?!"

"What's going on?!"

"Do you feel it?"

"Do you mean?"

The British sailors who were fighting fiercely also noticed something strange and looked around in a panic.

They only felt a slight vibration from the ground under their feet, and in addition to the sound of the soldiers on both sides intertwined gold and iron, there was also a dull and neat sound of horses' hooves.

Captain Morris, surrounded by soldiers, struggled to his feet, his face completely bloodless, not knowing whether it was because of his hands or because he had guessed the worst.

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and closer, and the sailors could even hear the neighing of dozens of horses in unison, and the loud neighing made their backs chill uncontrollably.

At this point, even the most stupid sailors reacted, and this was not a tactical mistake of the Corsican army at all, but a complete ambush.

Captain Mosley stared blankly, the street they were in was flat, and although it was not spacious, the cavalry charged without hindrance.

The Corsican army did not give the British much time to react, and fifty heavily armed cuirassiers rushed out of the corner of the street from the road where the British sailors came.

The pure black war horses under their crotches swept towards the sailors like a black wave.

"It's cavalry! From the rear!"

"Damn it, you have a musket in your hand, go to the back and form a line!"

"No! We can't pull away, it's too late!"

The British army, who was fighting the Corsican soldiers in front, had no time to look to the rear, and could only watch as the cuirassiers rode their horses and charged.

Captain Morris's mouth opened wide and muttered, almost unconsciously:

"No way, this is Pauly's cuirassiers... How could they obey the usurper's orders, it was impossible!"

Although Captain Morris knew of the existence of such an elite cavalry unit in the Corsican army, he did not believe that Lawrence would be able to master these cavalry in a short period of time.

Therefore, from the moment of the beginning of the operation, Captain Morris completely excluded this cuirassier from consideration.

"Listen to the order, aim and fire!"

I saw Captain Matic taking the lead, leading his subordinates to charge at the forefront, and personally pulled out his pistol to lead his subordinates to shoot.

After a dense burst of gunfire, the Corsican soldiers who were fighting the British in front also understood and tacitly disengaged from the British army, trying their best to avoid being accidentally injured by friendly troops.

After a round of firing, the cavalrymen drew their sabers and charged into the British array with a tiger into the flock.

And where will these sailors at sea have the means to counter the cavalry, they can only watch the cavalry continue to attack their own formation back and forth.

"My God, the defeat of the old English men is now assured, Governor Bonaparte."

Major Trefarley looked down with blazing eyes, and watched Captain Matic personally charge the battlefield with his stubbornness, and could not help but say to Lawrence with admiration:

"I didn't expect you to convince Captain Matic to join the fight, and my opinion of him has changed a bit."

Lawrence, however, did not answer, but continued to observe the changes on the battlefield with a serious expression, especially Captain Matic's performance.

This was also the first time Lawrence had seen the combat effectiveness of these well-trained and well-equipped cavalrymen on the battlefield, and it must be said that their performance was even better than Lawrence expected.

"This force must be held in my own hands... As for Captain Matik..."

Lawrence silently looked at Captain Matic on horseback, and thought to himself:

"He's an experienced cavalry officer, but he can't continue to hold command."

The reason why Lawrence went to great lengths to threaten Captain Matic to send troops today, rather than directly sending someone to replace him, was also based on his own experience and ability.

If an officer who is completely unfamiliar with this cavalry team is suddenly replaced, it will inevitably have a huge impact on the combat effectiveness of the cuirassiers.

However, after Corsica was completely pacified, Lawrence was bound not to allow Captain Matik, an unstable factor, to remain in charge of the force.

"Damn it!"

Captain Morris endured a gunshot wound to the leg, rolled around on the ground with all his might, dodging a cavalryman's slash, and then struggled to his feet with the help of the soldiers who guarded him.

"Captain, it's no longer possible!"

The sailor who was holding Morris almost cried and said:

"Give the order!"

"Huh..." Captain Morris clutched the gunshot wound in his thigh, gritting his teeth and looking around the battlefield:

This ordinary street was already littered with corpses, and most of them were the corpses of his own sailors.

Even the British sailors who were still resisting had to fight the Corsican soldiers in front of them, watch out for the cuirassiers charging back and forth, and even watch out for the snipering precision shooters on the rooftops.

The thin blades in the hands of the sailors simply could not cope with threats from all three directions at once.

Although Captain Morris was extremely unwilling, he also knew that if he did not retreat, his own army would be completely destroyed.

Including Captain Morris's own injuries, if not treated quickly, can quickly become life-threatening.

"Everyone, get out! Fall back! Evacuate towards the Reason, don't take the avenue, spread out and walk through the alley!"

Captain Morris's hoarse shout suddenly made the fighting British sailors no longer have the heart to resist, and after shaking off the Corsican soldiers in front of them one after another, they fled into the alleys on both sides without looking back.

Captain Morris himself and little Nelson, who had already been frightened, were also hurriedly carried away by the sailors who were protecting them.

"Looks like this Morris isn't that stupid."

Major Triphali frowned as he watched the sailors on the field flee into the surrounding paths, and couldn't help but say.

Captain Maurice had the soldiers scatter and escape through the narrow lanes, also to prevent the cuirassiers from pursuing.

Otherwise, it would have been as easy for these cavalrymen to slash and slash an enemy fleeing with their backs to them as it was breathing.

Lawrence nodded approvingly, and then instructed Major Trefali:

"Tell the soldiers to go directly to the port, they can only evacuate to the Reason."

"Yes!"

......

With the British sailors fleeing and the Corsican army in pursuit, the corpse-strewn street has returned to calm.

The citizens who live in this neighborhood opened their doors with fear and cautiously went out into the street to check the situation.

After learning of the massacre carried out by the British in Ajaccio, the citizens fled back to their homes in almost despair, locking their families in their houses, trembling and praying for God's salvation.

But when the citizens took to the streets with the mood of the aftermath of the catastrophe, looking at the corpses all over the ground, they realized who had redeemed them, who was guarding Corsica.

Fighting back their grief, the citizens began to help the remaining soldiers clean up the battlefield and clean the bodies of these Corsican warriors.

At the same time, in their hearts, their reverence for the newly appointed governor of Bonaparte has reached a new height compared to Pauly, who was rumored to betray Corsica to the devil of England.

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