After finishing their speeches to the townspeople, Lawrence and Pauly led the cuirassiers to the Ajaccio garrison.

Early this morning, Lawrence received a report from Major Trefali that the Northern Army was approaching Ajaccio and that it was time to take the initiative.

"Governor Bonaparte, you are here, and... General Paulie."

Major Trevary had been waiting for the two of them outside the camp for a long time, but when Major Tripali saw the general's uniform on Pauli, his face was still a little embarrassed.

Paulie also noticed the strangeness on Major Trefali's face, and just waved his hand helplessly to signal him not to care about himself.

"How's it going?"

Lawrence said, glancing at the soldiers in the camp, who had already assembled in formation and were preparing to go for further orders.

Major Trevley shook off the strange look on his face, led Lawrence and Paulie into a tent in the camp, pointed to the map on the table, and explained:

"General Nathan is familiar with the Ajaccio Military Region, so it's obvious that he's coming straight here, about twenty miles from here."

Lawrence looked at the map, and the area around Ajaccio was mostly flat and plain, but there was also a considerable area of wooded cover, which affected visibility to some extent.

"Do you know the enemy's formation?"

Lawrence asked, looking at the map.

Major Trefali nodded, as a seasoned soldier, he also knew all about the pre-war reconnaissance arrangement, and skillfully gestured on the map:

"Judging from the scout's report, Nathan must have sent one or two companies of troops to guard the baggage, following the rear of the large force at an extremely slow pace, while the main force is advancing here in a marching formation."

"So... The troops guarding the baggage should be very disconnected from the main force."

Lawrence's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Major Trifali and said.

Major Trevary, too, anticipated this, and pointed to a grove of trees on the map and said:

"I've ambushed that force disguised as the Northern Legion here, and when Nathan's main force passes through here, I can easily crush the force they are guarding the supplies."

After explaining, Major Trefali looked at Lawrence, waiting for his final decision.

Lawrence did not immediately express his opinion, but looked at the map, his fingers slightly in the air, and after a moment of deep thought, he said:

"No, this ambush army should not take care of their rear army, even if they take over those supplies, it will not help us on the frontal battlefield."

"Not going to attack the rear army? What do you mean...?"

Major Trevary asked in confusion as he looked at the map.

......

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, the Northern Army had arrived on the outskirts of Ajaccio.

The farmers and villagers who lived here also got the news early, and quickly packed up all their belongings, pushed flatbed trucks, drove cattle and sheep, and fled the area in a hurry.

In today's sunny weather, the two armies were already able to see each other's formations.

"That Bonaparte boy is a tough guy, and he actually took the initiative to meet it. Hmph, I hope he'll be so tough when he falls into my hands."

General Nathan set up his command post on a high hill and was now watching the enemy formation with a telescope.

Seeing that Lawrence did not choose to hold on to the city of Ajaccio but took the initiative to start a field battle, General Nathan also commented with great disdain.

"General, should we wait for the rear army?"

The officer beside Nathan turned his head to look behind him, the troops who were guarding the supplies had already been left behind by them, and they couldn't even see a single figure, so he proposed worriedly:

"The distance between our two troops is too wide, and there are some hidden dangers after all."

Nathan turned his head to look behind him, nodding slightly to admit that the officer had a point.

But he frowned again and looked at the Ajaccio army in the distance, which was actively advancing towards his side, and the enemy army that looked like ants in his field of vision seemed completely vulnerable to General Nathan.

And he only needs to easily assign an army to run over them, and he can completely hold this small Mediterranean island in the palm of his hand.

"No need, give me orders!"

General Nathan looked at the Ajaccio army with fiery eyes, waved his hand and rejected the officer's suggestion, and directly ordered:

"The whole army is in a line formation, speeding forward, I can't wait to push that usurper to the guillotine."

......

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the Northern Army and the Ajaccio Army had completely met on the battlefield, both sides had already set up a line firing formation, and the muskets behind the soldiers were also in their hands, aiming at the compatriots dozens of meters away.

"Finally... It's finally time for me to rule this island..."

General Nathan, who was at the rear of the battlefield, watched the two armies meet, held back the excitement in his heart, put down the binoculars in his hand, and then closed his eyes.

He was waiting for the gunshots to ring out.

Despite having fought on the battlefield for most of his life, General Nathan was looking forward to the sound of gunpowder deflagrating in his ears.

Because that meant that the one-sided battle had officially begun, and he would only have to watch as the enemy army crumbles like a theater viewer, and then the central city of Corsica will fall into the palm of his hand.

As the minutes ticked by, General Nathan was still waiting with his eyes closed, but he heard nothing in his ears except the whirring of the wind.

And at this time, the front line of the battlefield.

The Northern Legionnaires watched in amazement as two riders suddenly galloped out of the enemy array, and the two riders rode straight to the middle of the two armies, despite the hundreds of barrels of guns aimed at them.

"That's Governor Bonaparte! And also... General Paulie?"

The soldiers of the Northern Legion looked at Pauly on horseback in a daze, his crisp general uniform was no different from the appearance that appeared in front of the soldiers in the past.

The soldiers' minds were blank, didn't General Nathan say that he was ordered by General Pauly to rescue him, so why did General Pauly appear with Governor Bonaparte?!

The officers on the front line of the Northern Army looked at Paulie with their mouths wide open, many of them were even pulled up by Pauly, and at this moment, seeing Pauly appear in front of them safe and sound, their expressions were more shocked than anyone else.

"Damn... You idiots! Put your guns down!"

It took a full ten seconds for some of the officers to react, seeing that their subordinates were still raising their guns at the two men on horseback, and hurriedly ordered the soldiers to put their guns down.

"Hey! What are you doing?! These people are our enemies!"

However, the officers at the front, who were also close associates of General Nathan, saw that the soldiers had hesitantly and timidly lowered their muskets, and immediately shouted in annoyance:

"Fire! Fire on me! Aim for these two idiots!"

Dozens of muskets were raised in unison, aimed at Lawrence and Pauly, but no soldier dared to pull the trigger.

The two men on horseback were the governor of Corsican and the general of the Corsican state, and no soldier dared to fire the first shot, even though his commander was giving the order with thunder.

Even regardless of their positions, the soldiers knew in their hearts that Lawrence was the Corsican hero who captured the Genoese general alive and the Sardinian army, and that Pauli was the liberator of Corsican who expelled the Genoese people.

Even from the bottom of the hearts of the soldiers, no one would be able to pull the trigger on these two people at the same time without any burden.

"Fire?"

Lawrence's calm and somewhat stern voice sounded in the ears of the soldiers, and he and Pauly continued to ride their horses towards the enemy array, facing the aim of the enemy soldiers.

The soldiers at the forefront did not dare to stop at all, and when they saw the two of them riding towards their array, they took the initiative to get out of the way.

Lawrence rode his horse through the enemy array with a blank face, looked around at the soldiers around him, and asked in a cold voice:

"Who is going to shoot your governor? Who is going to shoot your general?"

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