Hiss..."

Captain Morris gasped for air, the gunshot wound to his leg still aching, and according to the medic he was stuck in this rudimentary environment, his wound would only get worse.

"Captain Morris, if you are delayed on the ship for a long time, your injuries will not be easy to handle."

Beside Morris, a group of officers were still around him, knocking and persuading Captain Morris to surrender voluntarily.

"Hmph, I don't know how my injuries are?"

Captain Morris unabashedly glanced at the crowd around the crowd in disgust, spat on the ground with blood, and said:

"Don't you just want to persuade me to abandon ship and surrender, I tell you, lose this thought before it's too late!"

The officers who were exposed looked at each other, but did not give up, and still insisted:

"Captain, we won't be able to hold out for long, the Corsicans can even trap us here alive and starve us to death."

"You know what!" Captain Morris angrily pointed at the man who had spoken:

"The Corsicans are absolutely coveting this ship, as long as we hold the Reasonable, they will definitely give in, you stupid pig!"

If it were in normal times, after being insulted by Captain Morris like this, the officer would inevitably bow his head and remain silent, but in such a desperate situation, the officer no longer had any fear of Captain Morris, and directly shot back:

"But if you force the Corsicans into a hurry and let them attack directly, these people we are here, including you, I am afraid that they will not even be able to save their lives!"

"You life-hungry bastard!"

Captain Morris could no longer suppress his anger, and directly endured the pain and got up to find his saber, and pointed the tip of the knife at the officer and scolded:

"If you're afraid of death, I'll send you to God!"

And the officer also went out directly, and despite the obstruction of everyone, he also drew his saber, and directly pushed the tip of Morris's knife away, and scolded:

"Captain Maurice! You don't have the right to take my life away, I'm going to exercise my right to defend myself!"

"You bastard! Come on!" Not to be outdone, the Morris shouted loudly.

And just when the saber was rattling, I saw another sailor staggering in, and as soon as he entered the door, the sailor shouted directly before he had time to figure out the situation in the cabin:

"Report, Captain Maurice! The Reasonable is on fire! It was the Corsican people who set the fire!"

"It's on fire?!" Captain Morris looked at the sailor in disbelief, put his saber aside in disbelief, and repeated in a low voice:

"Impossible, impossible, don't they want this battleship, impossible..."

The rest of the officers also turned their shocked eyes on Morris, some of whom had just supported Captain Morris's plan to wait for the Corsicans to compromise, but now the Corsicans were no doubt impatient.

"Wait!"

Captain Morris suddenly realized something, and shouted at the sailor:

"How's the fire? It can't be a fire, it's a conspiracy of the Corsicans!"

However, before the sailor could reply, the officer who had just confronted Morris had rushed straight up, put his knife on Captain Morris's neck, and cried out in a broken voice:

"Enough! Morris! What kind of conspiracy do you have at this time, do you want all of us to die?!"

"You!

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Captain Morris felt a biting chill from the cold blade around his neck, and when he turned his head to look at the officers present, they all avoided Captain Morris's gaze.

There is no doubt that in the face of this raging fire, there is no one who supports Captain Morris's plan anymore.

......

"That's it, burn them!"

"Burn it harder!"

"Let the flames cleanse these demons!"

"Fuck! I want to go up and pour two barrels of oil myself!"

The citizens gathered around the docks waved their arms in anger as they watched as the small flames on board the Reason spread out into a storm of flames that swept half of the ship's hull.

Under the frenzied sea breeze, the fireworks flew higher and higher, even spreading directly to the sails of the Reason, and in the blink of an eye, the huge canvases like clouds were also enveloped in the flames.

The hearts of the citizens increased dramatically, and such a visual impact was something they had not felt in decades:

A British Royal Navy warship flying the flag of St. George is in the waters of Corsica, paying the price for their atrocities and being purified by the fire for their sins.

For many Corsicans, they vowed to make witnessing the scene the best of their lives, and to take the trouble to tell their children and grandchildren the story of Doge Bonaparte's burning of the British ship.

"Isn't this fire a bit too much?"

Lawrence frowned at the violently burning Reason, and couldn't help but ask Grosso.

"Don't worry, I'm measured." Grosso waved his hand confidently and said:

"Don't look at the fact that this ship is made of wood, as long as it doesn't catch fire on the inside, it will take a long time for the flames on the outside to damage the main structure of the ship. As long as there is no problem with the main structure, it is much easier to repair."

Lawrence nodded silently, as a mechanical engineer in his previous life, he also knew that although wood is flammable, it can effectively block the flame after it is completely burned and carbonized.

Therefore, it seems that the entire ship is shrouded in flames, but it will not suffer fatal damage in a short time, and the sailors on the ship themselves are desperately fighting the fire, which makes Lawrence much more relieved.

After all, in Lawrence's eyes, this line battleship of excellent quality had already been classified by him as Corsican's possessions.

While the British certainly would not turn a blind eye to this, Lawrence, with his back to France and William Pitt as a hostage, was not concerned about retaliation against the British.

"Then again, your kid's trick is really damaging."

Grosso looked at the burning reasonable, couldn't help but shake his head and said:

"Set a fire to force the sailors to surrender, and I guess the people above will be terrified."

Lawrence's hole reflected the orange firelight, and then he shook his head slightly and said:

"This fire isn't just for the people up there."

"Huh? You mean?"

Grosso was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look behind him, and glanced at the excited citizens behind him.

Undoubtedly, this is the most popular form of offensive.

"But then again."

Grosso suddenly remembered something, laughed and said:

"Do you know what I remember? When I was a kid in my hometown, I did this to get the rats out of their holes hahaha."

Lawrence also chuckled twice with Grosso and said:

"But I don't think it's the same as you catch mice."

"Oh? How is it different?" Grosso asked with interest.

Lawrence's eyes were fixed on the upper deck of the Reasonable, and he vaguely saw several officers coming out of the captain's cabin, so he restrained his smile and said in a cold voice:

"Not only will I catch these rats with fire, but I will atone for their sins with fire."

"This—" Grosso froze in place, and after reacting to it, he hurriedly reminded in a low voice:

"Boy, those are British, you're going to burn them at the stake?!"

Lawrence just shook his head nonchalantly and said:

"All I know is that it's a sinner who slaughtered the Corsicans."

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