"Stay here... I'm going to die!"

This thought suddenly came to the mind of Count Isaac, who had fallen into an ice cave.

His self-confidence and nobility had crumbled in utter despair, and the gunshot wound and blood in his calf reminded him of the fact that his proud nobility and ministerial title could not deter this madman.

Only then did one of the earl's personal servants recover from the shock and hurriedly helped the fallen Count Isaac to his feet.

"Guards! My guards!"

The pain from the gunshot wound in the leg made Count Isaac's face extremely hideous, and he roared like a mad beast at the dozens of sweaty guards:

"Get these rebels out, get them all out!"

As soon as he said this, the pale-faced Count Isaac, supported by his servants, fled backwards without looking back, not daring to stay here for a moment.

He had already seen that Charles Polnaba was a madman, a complete lunatic.

He must flee from here no matter what, and as long as he survives, Count Isaac boasts a thousand ways to torture this fool to death.

The guards of the manor who received the order were all stubborn and embarrassed, and they forced themselves forward to meet them, trying to prevent the cadet soldiers from pursuing their masters.

The captain of the guard held the halberd in his hand tightly, and under the aim of more than two hundred pistols, the half-breastplate armor on his body could not provide him with the slightest sense of security, so he had to grit his teeth and shout:

"Young people, stop doing stupid things, daring to use force in Moon Lake Manor is an absolute capital crime! If you leave in a minute, you may have a chance to repent..."

"Gentlemen—" Lawrence unsheathed his sword and interrupted in a cold voice.

"If you surrender in a minute, you may have a chance to live."

Seeing this, the captain of the guard stopped talking nonsense, gritted his teeth and yelled, and immediately led a group of guards to take the initiative to rush up.

Surrender was impossible for them, the guards who shared the honor and disgrace with the nobles, and if something really happened to the Earl, these guards who surrendered without a fight were doomed to have no good end.

Their only solution is to give it a go, and if they can survive this battle, they may escape the subsequent punishment.

"Charlie! You and Ludwig retreat to the rear."

Lawrence's eyes sank, and he quickly gave a word of advice to Duke Charles and Crown Prince Louis, and then ordered loudly:

"Fire!"

At the sound of the order, the morning mist-like gunpowder smoke rose instantly, and the choking smell of gunpowder spread.

This was followed by the heart-rending screams of the guards.

Although the cuirass on their bodies could provide good protection, in the face of such a large number and distance of firepower, the storm of lead bullets still instantly lowered more than twenty people in a pool of blood.

Without Lawrence's order again, the cadets skillfully put away their pistols and took the initiative to meet them with their swords.

Many of them were originally recommended by various local military academies, and their basic combat literacy almost crushed this group of pampered and idle aristocratic guards.

Although the guards were superior in equipment, and the halberds in their hands were far superior to the standard swords in the hands of the cadets, the lack of experience and training still put them at a disadvantage in an instant.

Especially after suffering the round of shooting, these demoralized and frightened guards could not even maintain the basic formation, and the only captain with command ability also collapsed in a pool of blood after the first round of shooting.

The consequence of fighting separately was that many guards only knew how to wield the halberd in their hands indiscriminately, and after exhausting all their physical strength, the patient cadet soldiers found the opportunity to step forward and seal their throats with a sword.

In the fog-like smoke of gunpowder, the shadows of swords and swords constantly flashed in it, and on this moonless night, blood and wailing became the theme of Moon Lake Manor for the first time.

Lawrence also joined the battle with his own sword

In the middle of the fight, relying on the advantage of numbers, together with the other two students, he was patiently besieging and killing a guard who broke down and yelled.

And just as Lawrence cautiously kept his distance from his opponent, he saw a figure as bright as a dragon instantly slash out from his side, as swift and fast as a swooping hunting goshawk, and rushed in front of the guard in the blink of an eye.

His steps were ghostly, and he easily dodged the guard's desperate slash with all his strength with a single dodge, and the thin sword in his hand instantly pierced through the guard's heart like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole, and everything seemed too easy.

Not only the two students next to him, but even Lawrence didn't react for a moment.

And among the students, there is naturally only Duke Charles, who has the best swordsmanship in the world.

"Charlie? Didn't I let you protect Ludwig in the rear?" Lawrence glanced at the struggling guards who had fallen to the ground, frowned and reprimanded.

Duke Charles easily pulled the sword from the chest of this vulnerable opponent, pointed not far away with his chin, and pouted and smiled:

"He said he didn't want to stay behind, and I happened to have a little itchy hands."

Not far away, Crown Prince Louis also personally joined a siege with a sword.

However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince still looked cowardly and shrunk, just standing on the edge with his sword, as if he was not fully mentally prepared, and even his body was trembling slightly.

It wasn't until another student secretly assassinated the guard from behind that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince dared to close his eyes and rush forward, slashing a few swords at the already dying guard with all his might.

Lawrence looked up and looked around, all the battles were nearing the end, and sighed helplessly:

"What nonsense."

Duke Charles took out his handkerchief with a big grin and began to wipe the blade of the sword, and laughed quietly:

"Don't take it as an example, First Squire."

In the face of the huge advantage and the corpses all over the ground, the last few guards also gave up their resistance and knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands to signal their surrender.

The cadet soldiers paid almost no price in this battle, only a dozen or so were wounded, but none of them were serious, and Lawrence immediately ordered the wounded to be brought back to the military academy in advance for medical treatment.

And with the collapse of the Earl Isaac's personal guard, the entire Moon Lake Manor was no longer able to resist the cadet soldiers.

Many of the servants and tenant farmers who had just received the news began to flee, and Lawrence learned from one of the fleeing servants that the Earl of Isaac had just fled back to the main mansion of the manor.

...

"Damn... Damn it..."

In the study of the main building of the manor, the Count of Isaac gasped with a pale face, he had just returned here, and before he could even deal with the gunshot wound in the leg, the servant brought him even more desperate news:

His well-armed and expensive personal guard had only lasted ten minutes in front of the hairy boys, and now, the madman Polnaba had led his men to the bottom of the main building.

"Sir—" a servant reported, trembling with a whole body:

"Charles Polnaba said that if you open the door, he can talk to you, otherwise he wouldn't mind burning down the entire manor with one fire..."

The Count of Isaac curled up in his chair in despair, as if he had not heard the servant's message.

After a while, he yelled like crazy:

"What a joke! They're going to kill me, they're going to kill me! If you can't open the door, let me guard it, and everyone go downstairs to guard it!"

The servant hesitated for a moment, then carefully persuaded:

"My lord, it seems that Charles Polnaba is only here for his friends, maybe there is still a possibility of communication..."

"Fool!" The Count of Isaac was furious, completely lost his mind, and directly picked up the ink bottle on the desk and smashed it at the servant:

"They're asking for my life, it's a bunch of crazy people, hurry up and guard the door for me!"

Under the strong orders of the Count of Isaac, more than a hundred domestic servants in the main building of the manor were forced to pick up

Sticks, brooms, shovels, and pitchforks trembled outside the gate of the main building.

Even the cooks in the room, who were over half a hundred years old, were forced to pick up a frying pan and stand with the other servants in a daze.

There is no doubt that such a rabble poses no threat to the cadet soldiers.

Especially when Lawrence promised in public not to hurt the civilians of the manor, the already panicked domestic servants also scattered in an instant, and rushed to flee this land of right and wrong.

In this way, more than 200 cadet soldiers took over the entire main building of the manor, controlled the last of the cronies who were still loyal to the Count of Isaac, and immediately launched a search for President Berthier.

It was only because of their unfamiliarity with the structure of the building that the students did not find Berthier for a while.

After a round of searching, the cadets only found Count Isaac, who had locked himself in his study, and reported it back to Lawrence.

"Charlie, Ludwig, you go in with me, and the rest stay outside."

After confirming that the Count of Isak was in this room, several students worked together to knock open the flashy door, and Lawrence deliberately withdrew the rest of the students and walked into the room with Duke Charles and Prince Louis.

The room was dimly lit, with only the two candlesticks on the desk providing the only light source, and the dim light was not enough to illuminate the faces of the three Lawrences, only barely reflecting their silhouettes.

And the trembling figure huddled behind the desk was undoubtedly the desperate Count of Isaac.

As soon as the three Lawrence entered the door, the Earl of Isaac screamed uncontrollably, and screamed:

"You lunatics, rebels! Do you know what kind of catastrophe you have caused, this is a rebellion!"

Lawrence ignored the other party's hysteria and stepped forward to ask:

"Where is Bertier, Lord Count."

"Don't come, don't come! Ahhh

The Earl of Isaac had lost his mind, and he screamed, and pulled out the drawer in front of him, and grabbed from it a very delicate but dusty flintlock pistol, the muzzle of which moved erratically over the three Lawrences.

Duke Charlie twitched his eyebrows, and immediately withdrew in front of Crown Prince Louis.

Lawrence's pace stopped for only a moment.

He glanced at the pistol, and judging by the dusty body and the gunpowder holes, Count Isaac must have not had time to reload the lead bullet and gunpowder, but was just bluffing.

So Lawrence continued to step forward with the muzzle of the gun, and reprimanded in a deep voice:

"You dare to point a gun at us? Do you know what you're going to do?"

Count Isaac was stunned as he watched Lawrence come forward and watch the young face slowly emerge from the night into the dim candlelight.

As it was late at night, he couldn't see the other man's face clearly when he was at the main entrance, and this was the first time the Earl of Isak had seen Charles Polnaba's face.

It's just that this face gives Count Isaac an indescribable sense of weirdness.

He seemed to have seen this man somewhere, but the only reason he had had told him that it was impossible for the adult to be standing in front of him in his cadet uniform at this moment.

After a brief panic, Duke Charles also realized that the other party had an empty gun in his hand, so he breathed a sigh of relief and followed Lawrence with Crown Prince Louis.

As the faces of these two men also appeared in the candlelight, Count Isaac's brain went down completely.

He finally remembered where he had seen these three men, but he was not willing or able to accept the fact that he had seen these young faces in awe at the Imperial Council just over a month ago.

But he could never have imagined that these three adults would stand in front of him in this capacity tonight.

The Count of Isaac, whose brain was blank, looked at Lawrence, even his pupils trembled slightly, and repeatedly confirmed the other party's appearance, and kept muttering:

"Polnaba... Polnaba... Bonaparte... Your Excellency..."

Then he mechanically turned his head to look at Duke Charles: "Your Excellency, Duke..."

In the end, he looked at the Crown Prince Louis standing behind him with a dead face, as if his heart was dripping blood, and he knelt on the ground and said:

"Your Highness..."

"Pretty good eyesight." Duke Charles glanced at Count Isaac with disdain, and to be on the safe side, he stepped forward and picked off the pistol in Count Isaac's hand with a sword.

Lawrence, on the other hand, took a chair and sat down, and sighed to the Earl of Isaac:

"I should have given you a chance, right? Lord Earl?"

The Count of Isaac on the earth woke up from a dream, and could not care less about his face, and cried and pleaded:

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency Bonaparte, I... I really don't know if it's you, if I had known, I wouldn't have dared to do such a stupid thing even if I was broken and my body was broken, misunderstanding, it was all a misunderstanding! Please, give me another chance!"

Lawrence bowed slightly, with these words, the conditions behind it are easy to say.

After all, it is impossible for Lawrence to really put a powerful earl with the title of Minister of State to death on the spot, let alone as Charles Polnaba, even as Lawrence Bonaparte, he cannot afford this consequence, not even His Majesty the King.

An assassination without leaving a trace would have been possible, but by tomorrow morning, most of Paris would know that the Count of Isaac's estate had been attacked by the cadets of Paris, and it would be impossible for Lawrence to kill him openly.

Lawrence now has a hundred ways to deal with the Earl of Isaac, and it is undoubtedly the stupidest of them all to be put to death in the spot.

What's more, Lawrence didn't like to make this incident too big, if it got to the court, although Louis XV would definitely come forward to calm the matter, it was likely that he would also be disgusted by Lawrence's arrogance.

And the Count of Isaac knew this.

The moment he recognized Lawrence, he knew that he must not be worried about his life tonight, and Charles Polnaba was not a madman at all.

However, for thousands of days and nights from now on, whether or not you can lie in bed and sleep peacefully depends on the three adults in front of you.

If he could not ask for forgiveness from the three of them, the Count of Isak did not know how he could continue to live in Paris while offending His Royal Highness the Dauphin, the heir to the House of Orleans, and the Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Corsica at the same time.

"Then I'll give you one last chance, Lord Earl."

Lawrence nodded, ready for the lion's mouth.