On April 3, 1770, the third day of Lawrence's coup d'état in Ajaccio.

Inside the garrison of the Northern Army in Corsica.

The Northern Legion has been stationed in this ancient castle since it left Bastia two years ago.

At this time, the banquet hall of the castle was filled with the aroma of barbecue and wine, and the banquet table was full of plates, and even the extra dishes could not be put down, and they were still piled up on the small table beside them.

And those who can receive such extravagant hospitality in the army are only qualified by officers above the company commander.

"Cheers, Corsican warriors."

Sitting at the main seat of the long table was undoubtedly General Nathan, the supreme commander of the Northern Army, who smiled and picked up the glass and said to the officers:

"Soon, we'll be able to get out of this place and never have to fight those Genoese bitches again."

The officers smiled and nodded, raising their glasses and greeting General Nathan.

They also all meant the words of General Nathan, General Pauli should have made a formal agreement with the British two days ago, and they would no longer have to be stationed in the north to fight with the Genoese.

Counting the time, they will be able to receive news from Ajaccio today, which is why General Nathan will hold a grand banquet today.

General Nathan took his glass, drank most of the brandy in one gulp, and then sat down with red cheeks, looking at the officers with a smile, already a little drunk.

As the well-deserved number two man in the Corsican military, Paulie naturally promised him lucrative terms in exchange for his support for the treaty, which made General Nathan look forward to this day for a long time.

As for the rest of the rank-and-file officers, they were all looking forward to leaving the desolate north and returning to the much more prosperous Ajaccio.

The feast continued amid laughter, the plates on the long table changed one after another, and even the few barrels of brandy that General Nathan had treasured for many years were empty barrels.

And just as the officers were drunk and shouting at each other, a soldier timidly and panicked pushed open the door of the banquet hall.

The soldier couldn't help but drool a few drops when he looked at the delicacies on the table, and was stunned for a moment before he remembered his mission, and hurriedly ran to General Nathan, who was already flushed, and whispered:

"General, there's news from Ajaccio."

"Oh? Hahahaha."

The drunken General Nathan heard this, the corners of his mouth rose wildly, and he laughed out loud, he had been waiting for this moment for a month.

"Hey! You're all quiet!"

General Nathan stood up directly, stepped on the table with one foot without grace, raised his hands above his head and clapped his hands vigorously to signal the officers to be quiet, and then pointed to the soldier and said:

"There's finally news from General Paulie, come, soldier, tell us quickly."

"Uh... This..."

The soldier looked at all the officers with their eyes fixed on him, and whispered in a little fear:

"General Nathan, I'll tell you alone..."

"Huh? What are you talking about, you bastard?"

General Nathan stretched out his index finger and shook it in front of the soldier's nose, and said displeasedly:

"Forget it, for the sake of today's good day, I won't pursue you, and hurry up and tell everyone what's wrong with Ajaccio."

"Yes..."

The soldier saw that General Nathan was full of alcohol, and if he resigned, he was afraid that he would be beaten up on the spot, so he had to take a breath and organize some language.

The officers smiled at the soldier like an audience sitting in a concert hall waiting for the performer to perform a beautiful song.

"Newspaper... Reportedly, a coup d'état took place in Ajaccio, and Lawrence Bonaparte led his troops into the Doge's Palace, imprisoned the Governor of Pauli, and held him hostage to the Parliament to recognize him as the new Governor of Corsica."

The soldier gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and poured out all the words in one fell swoop.

Ahh

One of the officer's glasses slipped straight out of his hand and fell straight to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Time seemed to freeze, and everyone stared at the soldier in a daze, even stopping to chew the food in their mouths.

General Nathan's drunkenness subsided slightly, but he still pointed at the soldier with a thunderous roar and cursed:

"You damn thing, you dare to report the rumors wherever they come from!"

"I... I," the soldier spread his hands and hurriedly explained:

"This is what the merchants from the south say, and many of the soldiers have received letters from their families, which also say that Lawrence Bonaparte he..."

"Enough! Get out of here!"

Enraged, General Nathan picked up an empty bottle from the table and slammed it at the soldier.

Seeing this, the soldier quickly dodged the flying wine bottles and ran out of the house.

"General Nathan!"

"General, what can I do?"

"That Lawrence Bonaparte, I knew he wasn't a loyal soldier."

The officers finally reacted to the soldier's words, quickly stood up from the table, and asked General Nathan in a panic.

One second they were toasting to a bright future, but the next second, the news from the soldier made their dreams come to naught.

"Damn Lawrence Bonaparte, how dare he—"

General Nathan felt dizzy, both because of the effects of alcohol and because of the news that the soldier had brought to him, so he had to put his hands on his forehead and grit his teeth in contemplation.

After a long time, General Nathan patted his dazed head, and his eyes regained clarity and composure, and he looked at the officers and said in a deep voice:

"I don't know what kind of wolf ambition Lawrence has to commit such a despicable usurpation, but, you should also see that this is a godsend for us."

The brandy-drunk heads of the officers were also a little clearer at this time, and when they heard General Nathan's words, they immediately reacted.

The Northern Army has more than 2,000 troops, and it is an elite combat force that has been on the front line for a long time, and even if Lawrence's hands count the Southern Army that rushed to the aid from Bonifacio, the troops in his hands will only be 1,000 people.

With such a huge advantage, General Nathan could easily lead his troops to drive Lawrence out of Ajaccio and regain his support for Governor Pauly.

And at that time, the officers who have made meritorious contributions will receive more benefits than Pauli had promised them.

Even, some ambitious officers couldn't help but look at General Nathan with burning eyes, and they were already thinking that after General Nathan attacked Ajaccio, Lawrence and Poly could be deposed together, and General Nathan himself became the new governor.

"It's just... General Nathan." An officer suddenly raised his hand and said with some hesitation:

"If we attack Ajaccio, we will completely abandon the northern defenses, and the Genoese may be able to take the opportunity to occupy half of Corsica."

There was a brief silence in the banquet hall, and the officers were clearly concerned about this, as they were the first line against the Genoese, and if they returned to Ajaccio, it would be equivalent to completely emptying the whole of North Corsica.

And if they split their forces, they were not sure that they would be able to defeat Lawrence's army.

General Nathan was silent for a moment, then said:

"We can restore the treaty with the British after we take Ajaccio, so that Genoa will obediently spit out even if they occupy the northern regions."

"But—" The officer hesitated:

"Although we will eventually reclaim the territory, the people who live in the northern regions will be plundered several times."

General Nathan took a deep breath, waved his hand resolutely, and said:

"So what, the people should be considerate of the country's difficulties. Suffer the people, I will bear the infamy! It is thus decided, battalion commanders and company commanders, prepare for the march at once, and we will march to Ajaccio tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

Seeing this, the officer who proposed it had no choice but to follow the others in answering.

And with General Nathan's order, everyone present understood that the dark clouds of civil war were now hanging over Corsica.

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