The endless sea is always reassuring, right, Major."

In the Mediterranean, a fleet flying irises is sailing smoothly towards Ajaccio.

On the flagship of the fleet, a tall three-masted schooner, the Duke of Choiseul was looking at the blue sea with great interest, and sighed with emotion at one of the major officers beside him.

For the Duke of Choiseul, who lived in Versailles for many years, such an opportunity to go to sea was indeed rare.

The major officer nodded meticulously, looked at the silhouette of the hazy city of Ajaccio in the distance, and said casually:

"Lord Duke, we're about to arrive at that little fishing port."

The officer's tone made no secret of his contempt for backward Corsica, but it was also mixed with a hint of disgust, for he would remain in this barbarian land for a long time as the commander of the French garrison in Corsica.

"A small fishing port... Huh."

The Duke of Choiseul heard the complaint of the major officer, waved his hand and said with a smile:

"If Ajaccio were to be handed over to the British, it wouldn't be a small fishing port for a long time."

"Yes, I understand."

The officer said solemnly, knowing that the Duke of Choiseul was exhorting himself to accept this duty, after all, Corsica was a strategic location of considerable geographical importance to France.

"But speaking of the British old..."

Duke Choiseul's expression became a little solemn, and he looked in the direction of Ajaccio and said:

"That Bonaparte has made quite a fuss, no wonder the envoy of England has been inviting me to dinner a few days ago, apparently trying to test the French attitude towards Corsica."

The Major had also been shocked to learn of Lawrence Bonaparte's treatment of the British at Ajaccio, whether it was the burning of a British warship or the execution of a surrendered officer.

However, as a Frenchman, especially a French soldier, the officer still secretly admired Lawrence's behavior, after all, it was a great thing to see Britain eat deflated.

This also gave the major officer a little affection for the Governor Bonaparte, whom he had not yet met.

"And what do you say?"

The officer asked, following the words of Duke Choiseul.

I saw that the Duke of Choiseul snorted absently, as if remembering the face of the British envoy, waved his hand and said:

"I told him directly, and if he wanted to sit down at the table with that Bonaparte, I would be more than welcome. But if the British army wants to land in Corsica, wait for the exchange of fire with the French."

The Major glanced apprehending at the Duke of Choiseul, for almost every French officer knew that the War Chancellor was an active war-man, and that he would not compromise the British in the slightest.

The British must have taken this into account, so they did not directly launch a retaliatory attack on Corsica, but first asked the envoy to France to test the attitude of the French towards Corsica.

Although Britain at this time was not afraid of another seven-year war with France, the great power game was not a game after all, and the British were not willing to fall into the quagmire of war again if they were not directly driven by interests.

"Then again"

Duke Choiseul suddenly narrowed his eyes, looked in the direction of Corsica, licked his lips and said:

"Lawrence Bonaparte probably calculated that France would become a solid backing for Corsica before he dared to attack the British."

"That means he's taking advantage of us." The officer said with a frown.

"It's okay, it's okay"

The Duke of Choiseul was not annoyed by Lawrence's little calculations, but said slowly, absently:

"The benefits he made from France will only be spit out in the negotiations that follow."

"I see."

The officer nodded thoughtfully, Duke Choiseul helped Lawrence solve the big trouble of the British, so Lawrence would inevitably make concessions because of this in the negotiations.

What the Duke of Choiseul did not expect, of course, was that Lawrence had already prepared the content of this concession.

......

On the afternoon of 15 April, Lawrence was waiting at the port of Ajaccio with a cuirassiers, and the masts of the French fleet could already be seen faintly on the distant horizon.

The welcome ceremony on the pier was of a high standard, and the surrounding neighborhoods were designated as restricted areas and decorated with Corsican flags and French fleur-de-lis, and Lawrence personally led a patrol to greet them.

Lawrence, on horseback, watched the fleet on the sea slowly approaching here, and casually quipped to old Sean beside him:

"Now I can understand how Paulie felt when he greeted William Pitt."

Old Sean smiled awkwardly, scratched his head and said:

"Of course you are different from Poly, he is betraying the country and the people, you... You're different."

Lawrence just smiled and didn't speak, if the time was fixed in 1770, I am afraid that the history books would also list themselves as villains who sought power and usurped the throne and betrayed the country to France.

However, Lawrence doesn't care about the evaluation of these descendants, after all, it is a matter of death.

For him, how to preserve the existence of Corsican and improve the well-being of the Corsican people is the most important thing at the moment.

......

After about an hour, the French fleet finally docked at the port of Ajaccio.

Duke Choiseul stepped off the deck surrounded by his retinue, turned his head to look around the desolation, and couldn't help frowning.

If this is the most prosperous town in all of Corsica, then the Duke of Choisell feels that he is underestimating the poverty level in Corsica.

"Well, at least there's no stench here."

Duke Choiseul shrugged and comforted himself.

"It's an honor to see you again, Lord Duke."

Lawrence smiled impeccably, turned over and stepped on the horse's pedals, jumped off the horse's back, walked up and bowed slightly.

The Duke of Choiseul squinted at Lawrence, bowed to Lawrence with equal courtesy, and said with a smile:

"I almost forgot, I'm going to call you Governor of Bonaparte now, right?"

Lawrence smiled and spread his hands, having written to the Duke of Choiseul about the state of Corsica after the coup d'état two weeks earlier.

After a period of greetings and courtesies, the Duke of Choiseul beckoned to the major officer behind him, motioned for him to come forward, and then introduced Lawrence:

"This is... It should be said that the commander of the French garrison in Corsica, Jean-Martier Philippe Celelière."

The officer stepped forward and saluted Lawrence, and said in fluent Italian:

"Doge Bonaparte, call me Jean Serurière or Serurier."

"Celelière?"

Lawrence looked at the officer in front of him in surprise, he really didn't expect to hear the name here.

Jean-Martiel-Philippe Serurier, one of the twenty-six imperial marshals of the First French Empire in history.

Although Serierier was very ordinary compared to the famous marshals of the Reich, such as Berthier, Davout, and Murat, he also had a good characteristic: good management skills and keen political awareness.

Historically, Serulier was an ordinary captain until the Revolution, but after joining the Revolution, he made the right choice in a series of political positions, and was soon promoted to brigadier general, and in the course of following Napoleon, he was promoted to Marshal of the Reich.

Lawrence looked down at the ribbon on Celeric's cuffs, which showed that he was a major officer at this time.

As Lawrence remembers it, the historical Serier was transferred to the Corsican garrison in 1770, though he was only a lieutenant at the time.

In the current timeline, Celerier arrives in Corsica as the commander of the garrison major, which in Lawrence's opinion is not just a coincidence, but rather that Celerier does meet the requirements of the position.

At least because he speaks Italian fluently, he has an advantage over other officers.

"A warm welcome to you, Major Serreux."

Lawrence smiled as he waited for Celelier to finish saluting, then shook his hand.

Lawrence was of course more pleased to see a familiar historical figure come to Corsica than a completely unknown garrison commander.

Because it means that it will be much easier for you to communicate with them.

Even, with his knowledge of these people, things will undoubtedly become easier when Lawrence wants to control them.

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