Five days later, on July 1, Cagliari, the largest city in the south of Sardinia, the capital of Sardinia and the de jure capital of the kingdom.

"You... Repeat what you just said?! In a magnificent old castle in the center of town, Governor Bertrand looked at the messenger in front of him in such amazement that he almost missed the wine glass in his hand in shock.

The messenger bowed his head tightly and repeated as commanded: "Yes, Lord Doge... We have just received definite information that the advance force led by Colonel Butland failed in the assault on Ajaccio and retreated to the south of Corsica and was pursued by Lawrence Bonaparte. It's been wiped out! "Bang dang!

The delicate crystal glass slipped from the Duke of Bertrand's palm without resistance, and the crisp cracking sound echoed through the silent chamber, and the hearts of everyone in the hall seemed to stop beating for a moment.

As the Governor of Sardinia, the Governor of Bertrand felt the world spinning for a while, and he almost fainted on the spot.

In order to carry out the raid on Ajaccio and seize the whole territory of Corsica, the kingdom deliberately integrated almost all the standing army on Sardinia into the advance force, which means that Sardinia can be said to be completely undefended today.

If Colonel Butland had succeeded in capturing Corsican as planned, there would have been nothing wrong with such a move, but now that the advance force of nearly 10,000 men had now been lost to the damned Corsicans, wouldn't the fall of Sardinia be in the mite world?

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"Lawrence Bonaparte seemed to want to use these prisoners of war as miners and coolies, but curiously enough, he also said that these prisoners of war would be free after three years of labor and would be granted Corsican citizenship." The messenger didn't care about the Governor's pale face at this moment, and continued to report: "In addition, Lawrence Bonaparte, after defeating Colonel Butland, did not return to Ajaccio, but led the main force of the Corsican army south and stationed in Bonifac, that is... They were only twenty miles wide from Sardinia. As soon as these words came out, the hundreds of nobles and officials in the council hall couldn't help but hold their breath again, and they didn't spit out a word for a long time.

They also knew that the French Mediterranean fleet could intervene in the war at any time, so until the diplomats got accurate information from Paris and eliminated the risk, the navy of the Kingdom of Sardinia could only cower in the harbor in the face of the poor Corsican fleet.

In other words, the savage, rude, blood-drinking Corsicans could at any moment cross the Bonifa Strait, less than twenty miles, and sweep their troops across the land of Sardinia.

It is even said that at this very moment, the Corsican army may have set foot on Sardinia and is marching inexorably towards Cagliari.

Governor Bertrand's forehead was already dripping with beads of sweat, and he wiped a cold sweat weakly, and he was equally unable to say a word in the face of the gazes of hundreds of officials, large and small.

At this moment an officer next to the Governor of Bertrand spoke, and his ribbon and badge indicated that he was a lieutenant general, and that his position was not inferior to that of the Governor of Bertrand as Viceroy: "Your Excellency, prepare at once to conscript the peasants into the army, and allocate a sum of money from the treasury, for we need a large number of mercenaries to assist in the defence, and for the municipalities to mobilize their militias, in short, not to give up Sardinia to Lawrence Bonaparte." Although he was making a statement, the lieutenant general's tone was categorical and irrefutable, leaving no room for the Governor of Bertrand to argue, as if he were the one who called the shots for the whole of Sardinia.

And the governor of Bertrand, as the governor, also looked like he dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, frowned and said: "Do you want me to give an order to let those unarmed civilians stop the iron hooves of the Corsicans?" Lieutenant General Ethel, you should also understand that unless we let an entire generation of Sardinians die on the battlefield, we will not be able to stop the Corsican army, and I am not willing to pay such a price, and I cannot afford to pay it. The nobles and officials in the chamber seemed to agree with the Governor of Bertrande, who, like the Governor of Bertrande, was essentially native to Sardinia, and they looked at Lieutenant General Ethel with varying degrees of disgust and hatred, for the general was from Savoy abroad.

Within the Kingdom of Sardinia, the conflicts and disagreements between Sardinia and Savoy mainland can be said to have continued from the very beginning of the kingdom to the present day.

The Savoy aristocracy in Turin regarded the island as a European colony, and they valued the rich mineral resources of Sardinia above all, believing that these mines could bring considerable economic benefits to the kingdom.

As for the hundreds of thousands of people on Sardinia, they were completely excluded from the civic class of the kingdom by Savoy proper, and were not valued at all, and even the nobles of Sardinia were inferior to Savoy proper.

During the Seven Years' War, for example, France and Spain attacked Cagliari, but in the end, the local people held the city at a terrible cost and did not fall to the French.

After the battle, the nobles of Sardinia sent a request to the Royal Palace of Turin to reward them for their exploits and to allow the native Sardinian nobility to represent the island in the kingdom's parliament, which had previously been represented by the nobles of Savoy.

But it was such a small request, and it still did not receive consent from within the kingdom. During the thirty years that the Kingdom of Sardinia ruled the island, they never regarded the land as their core territory, nor did they consider its people as their citizens, they ruled Sardinia for thirty years, and the exploitation and oppression of Sardinia continued for thirty years.

In fact, if it weren't for the sake of stability and order, the royal palace of Turin would not even be willing to allow even the governor of Bertrand and the Sardinians under the stage to hold even one official position.

And that's why Lieutenant Ethel, an officer, has a stronger influence than Bertrand, the viceroy who is in fact the power of the Kingdom of Sardinia on the island.

"What about a dead generation, don't those islanders have the consciousness to dedicate themselves to His Majesty the King and to the whole kingdom?" Lieutenant General Ethel raised his eyebrows, and his voice was low and oppressive: "Or... Are you trying to give Sardinia to Lawrence Bonaparte? Seeing that the other party regarded the lives of hundreds of thousands of Sardinians as child's play, Governor Bertrand instantly blushed and couldn't help but clench his fists.

Although he was from a noble background, his father was only an earl, and his position as governor was not obtained by bloodline and origin, but by virtue of his prestige and popular support.

After all, the royal palace of Turin would not be comfortable with a large Sardinian nobleman as governor, and a small nobleman like Bertrand would be easier to control.

And it was precisely because of the support of the people that Governor Bertrand felt strange anger at this moment, although he was not a saint, and he could not love his people like children, but at least he could not watch General Ethel send those unarmed compatriots into battle after a few days of training.

As for the other nobles and officials in the council chamber, they did not oppose the sworn resistance because they were completely sympathetic to the innocent Sardinian people, but feared that if the Corsican army was to be resisted to the end, not to mention whether it would succeed, the temporary mobilization of a large number of troops and mercenaries alone would cost a lot of financial resources.

The answer to the question of where this extra, heavy fiscal expenditure will come from is already clear – the middle-class bureaucrats and the wealthy petty aristocracy, of course.

Even the governor of Bertrande, who was ignorant of military affairs, knew that even if Lawrence Bonaparte occupied Sardinia, the royal palace of Turin would not be able to cede the island to Corsica, at most it would give Bonaparte some advantage in future peace negotiations.

By the time the war was over, Sardinia would inevitably return to the rule of the kingdom. In other words, in the eyes of the governor of Bertrande, the fall of Sardinia in this war did not matter at all, at least, not as important as the lives of thousands of Sardinian compatriots.

Lieutenant General Ethel did not understand this, and he demanded that the governor of Bertrand defend Sardinia at all costs, purely to protect his own honor, but did not want to return to his homeland as a defeated general.

At the thought of this, Governor Bertrand became even more annoyed. He had previously been very dissatisfied with the large number of Sardinian soldiers recruited in the surprise attack on Ajaccio, and he knew that the Kingdom had to recruit soldiers from Sardinia only because the lives of the Sardinians were far less inferior than the citizens of Savoy and suitable for the fierce and heavy battle of the landing operation.

Now hearing that Lieutenant General Ethel was going to spend tens of thousands of lives to defend his hypocritical glory, Governor Bertrand was on the verge of uncontrollable anger: "What about giving it to Lawrence Bonaparte! At least then Sardinia will not have to shed blood, at least Laurence Bonaparte will be willing to give the Sardinian Corsican citizenship! It's not like you, who talk all day long about the king's grace, but you only see the Sardinians as slaves and prostitutes! Although it was only an angry remark, Governor Bertrand's low roar attracted the attention of all the officials in the hall, and it was rare to see the governor dare to contradict Lieutenant General Ethel.

Lieutenant General Ethel's face was also gloomy in an instant, he raised his right hand and made a gesture, and immediately four heavily armed guards rushed forward and aimed their halberds at Governor Bertrand: "Bertrand!" You traitor, believe it or not, I'm going to let you fall right here! But the Governor of Bertrand gritted his teeth, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward and pressed his chest against the tip of the guard's halberd: "As long as you can keep the people from this disaster, you can cut me a thousand times here on the spot." ”

"You!" Lieutenant General Ethel was also shocked, of course he did not dare to kill the popular governor on the spot in the Cagliari council hall, which would only make the already tense relations between the two factions even more tense, and he would be even less likely to organize the Sardinians to resist the Corsican army.

And at this critical moment, a shrewd consul also hurriedly jumped forward and mediated between the two: "General, Your Excellency the Governor, now that the enemy is present, we must not create a rift in the interior, whether it is war or peace, we need to work together." Governor Bertrand and Lieutenant General Ethel looked at each other, and it was clear to both sides that the contradictions and rifts between them had reached an irreconcilable point, after all, their contradictions were not personal feuds, but the embodiment of the thirty-year-long conflict between Savoy mainland and Sardinia.

But at this moment, they still took advantage of the round played by the consul, each took a step back, and they both gave each other a step down.

"Hmph, Your Excellency the Governor, I remind you that the military power in Sardinia is in my hands." Lieutenant General Ethel snorted coldly, and after dropping a cruel word, he left the council hall with the guards without looking back: "If you dare to dictate the affairs of the army again, I will definitely escort you, a traitor, back to Turin for trial." ”...... At a time when the Doge's palace of Cagliari was in a state of panic and controversy over the arrival of the Corsican army, the northernmost town of Sardinia, across the sea from the Corsican Bonifac.

It is a small coastal town with a population of only a few thousand, and with the exception of a few fishermen and swamp hunters, the inhabitants of the area are largely engaged in dangerous and hard mining.

In Sardinia, where minerals are abundant, the mining industry is also the lifeblood of the island's economy. In fact, Sardinia, with its rich reserves of coal, copper, silver, lead and other minerals, was also the first place in Europe where metal smelting began - as early as the third millennium BC, there existed metal smelting and processing technology, and these technologies gradually spread to ancient Rome through the maritime trade routes.

During the Roman Empire, the Argentilla silver mine in Sardinia was the most productive silver mine in Italy, and even in the 21st century, 80% of Italy's lead and zinc were mined in this tiny Sardinia.

However, at the moment, these rich mines did not bring even the slightest improvement to the poor and miserable life of the islanders, after all, the nobles and merchants from Savoy had controlled the island's economy and politics for thirty years.

The Sardinian miners risked the light of day to pull truckloads of priceless raw ore out, but the hot profits flowed into the pockets of the Savoys, leaving the native islanders with nothing but dust and scraps.

In the town of Saint-Marré, a baron of Savoy served as the consul, who monopolized the production and trade of several surrounding mines with the royal concession, and used his power and capital to annex more than seventy percent of the land and wealth of the town.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Baron of Savoy is already the sole lord of the town, and this is not uncommon throughout the local municipalities of Sardinia.

... On such a sunny noon, the Baron de Savoy is accustomed to sitting on the castle lookout and admiring the sunny coastal scenery after a hearty lunch, sipping Neples wine.

But today, it is clear that he can no longer be so leisurely, and the whole town of Saint-Maris is now in chaos: "Open the door!" Please! ”

"Adults, gentlemen! Let me in! ”

"Okay, okay, at least let this kid stay inside, he doesn't take up space..."

"The group is already here, don't you see?!" The townsfolk had already crowded outside the baron's castle gate, all of them looking frightened and panicked, and many of them rushed to the castle gate with all their belongings.

They begged the castle guards so much that they even kowtowed and knelt, barely even aware of the bleeding on their heads, just so that they could enter the castle in the safety of themselves or their wives and children.

There was only one reason why the townspeople of Saint-Marré were so frightened - the Corsican fleet had entered the town port an hour earlier, and the rumored brutal and blood-thirsty Corsicans had arrived on Sardinian soil.

The old men who had lived through the Seven Years' War were ready to accept that their homes would be reduced to rubble by the Corsican soldiers, just as the Sardinian soldiers had done to the Corsicans.

"Get out of here, Lord Baron said, you can't let anyone in now!" A group of castle guards held the gate firmly, and they had even turned their guns on the unarmed and desperate townsfolk outside, who did not have the courage to resist the Corsican army, but the courage to open fire on the Sardinians would never be lost.

After all, in the eyes of these Savoy guards, the Sardinians were never equal members of the national society, and they treated the Sardinians only a little better than the Spaniards to the Native Americans.

And on the terrace of the castle, the current baron was also restlessly observing the movements of the Corsican army.

He knew that the guard of more than 100 people under his command could only deal with some ruffians and thieves and robbers in peacetime, and it was absolutely impossible to cause any interference to this Corsican army of more than 5,000 people.

All the Baron could do now was pray that the Corsicans would be satisfied with the raiding of the town and the slaughter of its inhabitants, and continue southward, thus sparing his insignificant little bunker, which would have taken a lot of effort for Corsica to capture.

As long as he could keep the castle, his wealth and his life, it didn't matter how many townspeople died, the Sardinians in the countryside were nothing more than a herd of talking livestock.

As the Corsican army landed in the harbor and put itself in order, the townspeople of the town of Saint-Mare grew in despair.

War and destruction, this seems to be the end of this unremarkable coastal town, at least in the minds of the Sardinians.

They knew that their army had done the same thing to the Corsicans, so no matter how angry the Corsican army was to vent its hatred on the land, it didn't seem to be an exaggeration.

And just as everyone was waiting in horror for fate to pronounce the death penalty, the baron on the lookout suddenly noticed something unusual: "What's going on... Don't the Corsicans go into the towns, and they are to camp outside the cities? From the heights, the baron could clearly see that the Corsican army had sent only a small force into Saint-Mare, and that the main force had landed in reorganization and had moved into a clearing on the outskirts of the town.

Not to mention looting and slaughtering the city, it seems that the main Corsican army does not intend to enter the town of Saint-Mare.

The Corsican soldiers who had entered the town quickly dispersed, and began to maintain order in the streets of the town, large and small, and in an instant deterred those who took advantage of the situation to gain interest.

And after more than an hour, the barons in the stands were even more surprised to find that most of the terrified townspeople who had gathered around the gates of his castle had gradually returned to the town, as if the heavily armed Corsican soldiers had not existed.

At this time, a servant who had been out to inquire about the news returned to the castle, and his expression was also very strange: "My lord! The Corsican soldiers, who seemed to be policing the streets, said that this time it was led by Prime Minister Lawrence Bonaparte, who swore to all the townspeople in honor that his army would not harm the lives of any civilian, nor would they take the property of any civilian..."

"What, does he think he's the lord here?" The baron frowned and scolded, completely incomprehensible to what the Bonaparte wanted to do, the rules of war were not conducted like this: "Those untouchables would believe such a lie? ”

"It's... It seems that Lawrence Bonaparte also had a great influence among the Sardinians, because of the land reform implemented in Corsica last year, many Sardinians wanted to live in Corsica, and you will remember that last month we also arrested a group of untouchables who wanted to smuggle to Bonifa. The servant hesitated, then tried to explain, "The townsfolk were still afraid of the Corsicans just now, but when they heard that Lawrence Bonaparte himself led the army and swore an oath of honor, it seems that many of them were willing to believe Bonaparte's promise. ”

As the largest landowner and lord in the region, the baron naturally scoffed at the land reform in Corsica, and he was convinced that the serfs, without the protection and leadership of the lord, would only make a mess of their land: "What a bunch of ignorant low-level people, this must be a lie of Bonaparte, he wants to deceive everyone and get rid of it all!" Forget it, as long as the Corsicans don't hit me with their ideas, those untouchables will be fine. ”... Of course, another hour passed, and the baron's expected mass slaughter did not materialize.

The Corsican army peacefully took over the town of Saint-Marré without any casualties, and after ensuring order in the town and clearing it of dangers and dangers, Lawrence Bonaparte and his officers entered the town under the escort of nearly 100 soldiers.

The townsfolk looked at the young man in the middle of the procession on horseback with complicated expressions, nominally an enemy of the kingdom, but emotionally they wished they could be a subject under the young man's rule.

Over the course of the year, rumours from Corsica had become the most common topic of conversation among Sardinians.

The islanders are incredibly aware that their neighbors, who live on the other side of the sea, have the same skin color, the same language, and the same culture as them, and have already lived the lives they have ever dreamed of, or even dared not imagine.

Under Pasquale Pauli's rule, the Sardinians were already envious of Corsica's independence from Genoa as an independent nation-state, rather than being bullied and exploited by the Savoy like them.

After hearing the news of the emancipation of the serfs in Corsica, the economic boom, and the independent elections, the island on the other side of the sea became a paradise in the hearts of many Sardinians for a while.

In addition, Lawrence Bonaparte had long instructed the Corsican government to be open to Sardinian immigrants, and in just one year, thousands of people had emigrated to Corsica, and even many poor people had to risk their lives to swim across the Channel at Saint-Marray because they could not afford to buy ferry tickets, trying to smuggle to Bonifa on the other side of the sea.

Although they knew that it was only a distant dream, at this moment these low-level townspeople did not want that the young man in front of them could stay and turn Sardinia into a second Corsica.

Under the expectant and admiring gaze of the townspeople, Lawrence Bonaparte led the party to the square in the center of the town, where he soon set up a simple platform for speeches.

Lawrence then sent a message to the castle in the center of the town, demanding that the magistrate of the city see him within an hour, otherwise the Corsican army would completely raze his castle.

Under this forceful coercion, the baron of the castle had no choice but to lead a few retinues and guards to the square in the center of the town, and sat down opposite Lawrence Bonaparte in anxiety under the watchful eyes of hundreds of townspeople.

The baron took a deep breath to calm down a little, and then glanced at the untouchables in the audience with disdain, he didn't want his ugliness to be seen by these lowly townspeople, as a lord, he should always be great and majestic.

"Greetings to you, Honorable Prime Minister Bonaparte." The baron bowed gracefully, and put his posture very humble: "I am the consul here, a baron from Piedmont, and I regret that our country is at odds with each other, but I swear to God that I have absolutely no hostility towards you and your army, and I am confident that, with your noble reputation, you will certainly not do anything hostile to a nobleman who takes the initiative to express goodwill..." The two servants struggled to carry a heavy box.

When the lid was opened, the box was filled with gold bars and silver ingots, shining in the sun, so that people couldn't open their eyes, and this jewel suddenly made the people in the audience exclaim, it seems that their lord is much richer than they imagined.

Even the members of the Privy Council behind Lawrence couldn't help but look straight in the eyes, these cadets, most of whom were from civilian backgrounds, had never seen such a huge wealth before.

Obviously, the valuable chest of gold and silver was a goodwill shown to Lawrence, and it was clear that he wanted to use the chest as a ransom for himself, begging Lawrence's army to spare him and leave the town.

Normally, a noble and noble commander should gladly accept the treasure and keep his promise to lead the army out of the area, which is also a noble and hypocritical rule of war among nobles.

Lawrence only looked away for a moment on the glittering golden treasure before asking with interest, "Are you a baron from Savoy?" ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, I was born in the rich and elegant plains of the Po River, and am a hereditary baron." The baron's waist subconsciously straightened, and his voice became much harder.

As a hereditary baron of Savoy, he not only considered himself nobler than those untouchables in the audience, but even felt that in terms of blood, he was superior to Laurence Bonaparte in front of him, after all, he was only a descendant of a declining count's family.

Lawrence bowed slightly, didn't say anything, but took the two papers from the hands of a civil official behind him, and threw them to the baron in front of him: "Since you have taken the initiative to express your kindness, then I think you should be happy to do me another favor and cooperate with me in implementing these two laws in this town, right?" ”

"Of course! Don't say two, even if it's two hundred, I will resolutely cooperate with you to implement it... Wait a minute! The baron just wanted to pat his chest and agree, but when he saw the contents of the two bills, his expression instantly froze: "This is... The Agrarian Reform and Agricultural Tax Reform Act you implemented in Corsica...? As soon as these words came out, the Sardinian people in the audience widened their eyes one after another, thinking that there was something wrong with their ears.

Under what circumstances was Laurence Bonaparte going to implement his reforms in Corsica directly in Sardinia?

！ The Kingdom of Corsican has only occupied this town militarily, and has not legally incorporated it into its territory.

"Any questions?" Lawrence asked with a smile.

"I... No, I mean... This is not appropriate...", the baron suddenly hesitated and became incoherent: "Your Excellency, I am the consul here, and the lord here, I owe allegiance to my king, and His Majesty has given me the legal authority to govern this land and reap the benefits, but your reform bill... It wants to strip my land, my hereditary fiefdom, my legitimate source of income, and divide it among them... These pigs and dogs are inferior to the untouchables?! Although the baron knew that the Kingdom of Corsican could not force the Royal Palace of Turin to cede Sardinia after the war, the Kingdom of Sardinia would certainly continue to rule Sardinia after the war was over.

But once he now agrees to cede his land, property, and management rights to the civilians, will he be able to claim them back after the war, for no one knows when the war will end.

The baron's voice was a few degrees higher, and even though he knew that he was powerless to resist Bonaparte, in the face of all his net worth and property, he couldn't help but argue: "You are not legal!" Prime Minister Bonaparte, you only occupy this land, and the Savoy dynasty has the rightful right to rule this land! Although he understood the other party's resistance, Lawrence's smile was still gone, and his voice immediately became cold: "Wherever my army goes, I have the right to rule." ”

"You... If you insist on going your own way..."The baron's momentum suddenly weakened a little, and he had to grit his teeth and threaten: "The nobles of Savoy will definitely not support you, we are the masters of Sardinia, without our support and support, you will not be able to move an inch in Sardinia!" If you so unjustifiably infringe on their rights and interests with the other consuls, you will be revolted throughout Sardinia! Lawrence shook his head lightly and said flatly: "I don't need your support, the people of Sardinia will lift me up." ”

"It's... Lord Bonaparte! ”

"That's enough, take him down." As soon as he could say anything, Lawrence motioned for his soldiers to come forward and detain and imprison the pretentious and noble Baron de Savoy.

The townsfolk watched in amazement as their lord was dragged off the platform, and watched the once imposing and powerful Baron being taken out of everyone's sight like a dead dog, and the townsfolk did not react for a long time.

"As for the baron's property," Lawrence glanced at the chest of gold and silver and the castle not far away, and casually commanded to the left and right, "after the count, half of it will be used to reward the sergeants, and half will be distributed to the people here." Hearing this, there was another uproar among the people below, and many of the townspeople were so fond that they knew what a huge fortune the Baron had accumulated over the years of monopoly management and land annexation.

An elderly man with considerable prestige in the local area trembled with excitement, and even led the people around him to kneel on the ground, shouting repeatedly: "Lord Bonaparte! Your kindness and merit will surely be visible to God, and this great kindness will be preached in this town for a hundred years! Looking at the civilians who knelt on the ground like reeds in the wind, Lawrence frowned slightly, jumped off the platform and helped the elder up: "Please get up, there is no lord in Corsica, and there should be no lord in Sardinia, from today onwards, you don't need to kneel to anyone, and this is not a great favor at all, these possessions are your blood and sweat, and I am just returning them to their original owners now." The old man was stunned, and did not react for a while, until he was helped up by Lawrence himself, and he suddenly felt that this Lord Bonaparte seemed to be different from the previous lords.

The people were also stunned, but before that, not many people felt that the Baron's legitimate property had nothing to do with them, as if the boxes of gold and silver in the Baron's castle had fallen from the sky.

"And my fellow Sardinians, allow me to call you so, because the Corsicans and the Sardinians have been related by the same blood since ancient times." As the people gradually straightened up, Lawrence also stood back on the podium and exclaimed impassionedly: "I, Lawrence Bonaparte, have come to Sardinia for only one purpose, and this purpose is not destruction, nor revenge, but liberation!" In the three hundred years of being oppressed by Genoese rule, the Corsicans have experienced exploitation and oppression, so we can deeply understand your hardships and bitterness, and we can understand your sorrow under the rule of the Savoys. When I hear that the consul just now rightfully regarded the whole town as his own property, I can imagine how much power and wealth he has taken away from him that is rightfully yours! These impassioned words instantly struck a chord among the Sardinians.

The lonely widow covered her face and wept bitterly, her husband died in the service of the Baron, and did not even leave half a copper savings to the family; The old man was devastated that his son had been forcibly conscripted into the army not long ago, and had most likely died on the battlefield in Corsica.

As for the Sardinian people who died in this land during the thirty years of exploitation and oppression by the Savoys, if their souls could cry, there would be a thousand weepings at this moment.

Thinking of the swagger of the Savoy aristocracy and bureaucracy, of their hard work and destituteness, of the Corsicans on the other side of the sea, freed from oppression and enjoying unprecedented economic and trade prosperity, a large number of townspeople shed tears on the spot.

"And let me say, enough is enough! Enough for everything! My fellow Sardinians! From this moment on, this situation must be put to an end, I, Laurence Bonaparte, can no longer sit idly by and watch my compatriots in dire straits, it is the Sardinians themselves who govern the land, and it is the laborers themselves who enjoy the fruits of their labor, let the robbers go back to Northern Italy, for which my army and I have come! Witnessing the tears of the townspeople, Lawrence raised his arms and shouted: "We will never leave this land of suffering until all of Sardinia is liberated!" I hereby announce that the Agrarian Reform and Agricultural Tax Reform Act comes into force today in the municipality of Saint-Mare, that the existing Saint-Mare Town Hall will be dissolved with immediate effect, and that elections will be organized immediately to be elected by the Sardinians as municipal officials! Hold your heads high, be proud of it, fellow citizens, you deserve it! Because this town will open the curtain on the liberation of all of Sardinia! The crowd looked up at the blonde youth on the stage in amazement, watching him raise his right arm and proclaim his power, something that had not been heard of in a hundred years.

From Pisa to Spain, from Austria to Savoy, the outsiders who ruled Sardinia changed from one to the next, but none of them ever told them that the people of Sardinia also had inherent power.

For a while, the people were in tears, and they were a little at a loss. Autonomy, land for the cultivators, light taxation, equality and freedom, are these no longer the moon in the water and the flowers in dreams?

！ The townsfolk had dreamed of living the life of a free Corsican citizen, but now they didn't have to risk all odds to smuggle themselves into Corsica, and Prime Minister Lawrence Bonaparte had ushered in the dawn of a new era.

A thousand words rushed to their throats, only to turn into a unified tsunami: "Long live Bonaparte!" ”

"Long live Bonaparte!"

"Long live Bonaparte!"