Lawrence and Major Trefali rode to the port of Ajaccio, where several neighborhoods had been cleared by the soldiers and the docks were evacuated from the docks.

Hundreds of armed soldiers surrounded the docks where the Reasonable was moored, waiting for them, occasionally engaging in sporadic exchanges of fire with the ship's sailors.

Outside the martial law zone, however, a dark crowd of citizens could still be seen gathering here, and after learning that the executioners had been beaten away, they also walked out of their homes and followed the pursuing soldiers to the port of Ajaccio.

"Lieutenant, what's going on now?"

Lawrence rolled over and dismounted, and asked Lieutenant Seth, who was in charge of directing the pursuit.

Lieutenant Seth pointed to the reason with a solemn expression and said:

"Sir, the pursuit went well, we captured at least two hundred men, but dozens of British veterans escaped back to the ship, including their commander."

"What's going on the Reason?

Lawrence's expression did not relax in the slightest, and he frowned and looked at the ship type of the Reason and asked.

Lieutenant Seth explained:

"I don't know how many people are inside, but if you count the number of people left behind in the ship, it shouldn't be more than two hundred. However, as you can see, this warship is as easy to defend as a wall to the British, and if it is attacked, it will probably pay a price."

Lawrence listened to Lieutenant Seth's description and watched the Reason.

I saw dozens of sailors armed with muskets gathered on the deck of the Reason, and they were engaged in an exchange of fire with the soldiers below under the cover of the ship's side

Lieutenant Seth was right, the ship was indeed a wall, and the Corsican soldiers had to force their way through the gangway if they wanted to enter the ship.

Lawrence nodded, basically understanding the situation at the scene, and then turned his head to look at the citizens gathered not far away.

For the citizens of Ajaccio, they should never forget the first of April.

From the early morning riots denouncing Haled, to the abdication of Governor Paul at noon, to the massacre of the British in the afternoon, they have experienced so many things in just one day.

But this did not make the citizens tired.

When they learned that the English executioners had been defeated by Governor Bonaparte, their fear immediately turned into sympathy for their fallen compatriots and anger at the atrocities of the British army.

That's why they're gathered here.

"Major"

Knowing the situation, Lawrence instructed Major Trefali beside him:

"You immediately go and inform the Navy, sail the two line ships of the Navy out of the harbor to be on alert, and open fire if the Reasonable tries to lift anchor and sail away."

Although Lawrence believed that Captain Morris would not take the risk of being sunk and forcibly flee the port, he still had to be prepared for everything, just in case.

"Navy? I'm afraid they won't be so obedient."

Major Trefali said with some hesitation as he looked at Lawrence.

After all, the Corsican Navy was built from scratch by Pauli himself, and Major Trefali was also worried about whether they would obey Lawrence's orders.

"No, it won't."

Lawrence waved his hand without worry, and said in a deep voice:

"They must also know about the massacres and atrocities of the British elders in Ajaccio, and if they dare to play any tricks on such a major matter of right and wrong, I will immediately lead my troops to surround their naval headquarters after cleaning up the British elders."

Lawrence added to Major Trefaly:

"By the way, you can quote me to them."

"Yes, I see." Seeing that Lawrence had said this, Major Trefali also hurriedly saluted and went to carry out the order.

Lieutenant Seth watched Major Trefali leave, but the solemnity on his face did not diminate.

Even if the reasonable number becomes the turtle in the urn, it will take a lot of effort to gnaw this hard bone down.

"Your Excellency Governor, what's next?" Lieutenant Seth asked, looking at Lawrence.

Lawrence looked at the Reasonabilida and pondered for a moment, then ordered:

"Use the assault as a last resort, and send people to test their willingness to negotiate."

"Yes!"

At the same time, inside the Reasonable, the captain's cabin.

"Shhhh Ahhh

Captain Morris endured the pain as the ship's medic brutally removed the bullet from his wound with tweezers, followed by a simple sterilization and bandage.

The officers on board gathered around Morris, all watching Captain Morris worriedly, waiting for his next order.

And just then, a sailor on the deck, in a panic and excitement, burst in, and after saluting the officers, reported:

"Sir, the Corsicans say they want to negotiate with us!"

"Negotiation?"

When the officers present heard the news, they couldn't help but glance at each other, and saw a hint of excitement in their eyes.

They had just recovered from the rush of the cuirassiers, and they had long since lost the fighting spirit to resist, and it was hard for him to hear that they could negotiate a settlement with the Corsicans.

Captain Morris's face did not change at all, and he asked the sailor in a weak voice:

"What did the Corsicans ask for?"

"This—" said the sailor for a moment:

"They didn't say it explicitly, they just asked us all to get off the ship, saying that they would give us a fair verdict."

"Captain Maurice!"

The officers looked at Morris wistfully.

In their opinion, as an officer, even if he was captured, he could save his life, and he could wait for the Royal Navy to redeem him, and there was no need to stay on the ship and fight the Corsicans to the end.

"Humph!" Captain Morris looked around, looked at the officers, and snorted disdainfully:

"You stupid pigs! Our biggest bargaining chip now is this Reasonable, and once we disembark, won't we be at the mercy of the Corsicans?!"

"This... What do you think...?" An officer asked Captain Morris with a frown.

Captain Morris said without denying:

"The Corsicans must be coveting this ship, so we will defend it and consume them to the end, and they will not dare to act rashly anyway. You, soldier, tell the Corsicans that we refuse to negotiate."

As soon as these words came out, the officers, including the sailor who had passed the message, couldn't help but look disappointed, and glanced at Captain Morris with some resentment.

......

"The British have refused to negotiate?"

Lawrence was not surprised when he received the news from Lieutenant Seth.

Britain always accepted the conditions, and even if he didn't, Lawrence had another way.

"Ahem, Governor Bonaparte." Lieutenant Seth said with a somewhat ugly face:

"Some people have just heard the news that the British old refuse to negotiate, and they are now very angry and want us to take tough measures against the British old people."

Lawrence nodded calmly, the price of playing populism is easy to be kidnapped by public opinion, which Lawrence himself knows very well.

Fortunately, however, Lawrence's idea coincided with the public this time.

"Lieutenant, where is the patrol now?" Lawrence asked suddenly.

"Patrols? They are maintaining order on the periphery and calming the mood of the people." Lieutenant Seth replied.

"Send for Grosso from the patrols to come to me."

"Understood."

Just a moment later, Grosso came up to Lawrence and asked, with some confusion:

"What's wrong? I don't know anything about the military."

Lawrence shook his head, pointed to the reasonable number and asked:

"How much do you know about this kind of ship?"

Grosso glanced at the Reasonable, shrugged his shoulders and said:

"The Royal Navy's third class ships, the best shipbuilding technology, the best materials, the keel is definitely more than 300 years old of the finest oak, even if I have never been on that ship. The ships of the Royal Navy are like that."

After explaining, Grosso also joked casually:

"But you kid don't want to detain this ship for your own use, or the Royal Navy will send a fleet to find you back."

"Nope."

I saw Lawrence shake his head firmly and said slowly:

"This warship is already in Corsica's possession in my eyes, but it needs to go through a small step."

"Huh? What steps?" Grosso was stunned for a moment and asked puzzled.

"Burn it."

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