From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

The thin monkey's voice was very soft and his words were very brief, but more than a dozen people around him understood what he meant.

As early as in the barracks of Figari Town, they had already made up their minds to turn the land where they lived into the paradise of their dreams.

Now that the coveted liberators have arrived, there is no time to sit back and wait to sacrifice their lives needlessly to the landlords who oppress them.

It's time to fight for your own freedom and liberation.

A dozen soldiers got up from the ground and turned their attention to the wooden house not far away and the muskets and bayonets scattered on the ground.

The bright moonlight cast from the sky, and the soldiers who stood up could see the determined expressions on each other's faces.

The desire for freedom and revenge filled their chests. They were obviously carrying out a rebellious act that would lead to death, but no soldier felt the slightest fear in their hearts.

The thin monkey took the lead to pick up a musket from the ground, and installed the bayonet into the muzzle of the gun under the illumination of the moonlight, turning it into a reasonably handy spear. The other soldiers also followed suit and carried the additional equipment. The musket with the bayonet followed behind the thin monkey.

The soldiers still lying on the ground around them were all awakened by the movement. They stood up in disbelief and watched blankly as their companions raised their weapons and walked toward the governor's residence with firm expressions.

Without any verbal communication, the soldiers instantly understood what the companions who stood up were going to do when they picked up their weapons.

They were stunned for a while, watching the dozen soldiers walking unswervingly through the crowd, as if nothing could stop these people.

Gradually, I don’t know who started, a soldier lying on the ground swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then sat up, picked up the weapon on the ground, and followed the thin monkey closely. of troops.

The spark of resistance spread silently in the hearts of these oppressed people. More and more soldiers chose to stand up, choose to take up arms to resist, and follow this trend to pursue freedom and liberation.

When a group of soldiers arrived outside the residence of the military governor, the thin monkey at the forefront looked back at the troops behind him, but was shocked to find that the number of soldiers following him must have exceeded 200 people.

He never imagined that he could summon so many compatriots to join him in this resistance without saying a word.

Although more people did not choose to directly pick up weapons and join them, they also stood up from the ground and watched the sudden incident from a distance.

"You! What are you doing! The governors have already taken a rest. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow!"

Guarding outside the house were several servants holding torches and daggers. On weekdays, these people were also the lackeys of the landlords that the serfs hated most.

But at this moment, these bastards who usually dominate in front of the serfs were panicked, looking frightened, waving torches and shouting, trying to use their reputation as masters to stop this group of people. Soldier:

"Don't move, don't go forward! Do you want to be whipped?! Why are you gathering here in the middle of the night? If you don't want to sleep, the master will definitely make you unable to sleep for a month! Now hurry up Gone!"

However, to these soldiers who already had thoughts of killing themselves, the threat of these servants seemed so pale and weak.

The thin monkey spat, held the barrel of the gun with one hand, slammed the butt of the gun to the ground, and demanded in a cold voice:

"Let the gentlemen come out to see us, or I will personally invite them out."

After saying this, the dozen or so soldiers behind Shouhou took two steps forward with understanding and pointed the tip of the bayonet in their hands at the lonely servants.

A servant's legs were uncontrollably weak, and the short knife in his hand fell to the ground. He never thought that these weak and rabbit-like serfs would one day gather together and point the tip of the knife at the master. their residence.

When the thin monkey saw this, he stopped talking nonsense with these losers, stepped forward directly, and plunged the bayonet in his hand deeply into the chest of a servant.

Before anyone else could react, Shouhou suddenly pulled out his bayonet, brought out a spurt of blood, and then used the butt of his rifle to hit the back of another servant's head hard, causing him to fall straight to the ground unconscious.

The remaining two people were so scared that they peed their pants when they saw this. They were crying and throwing away their daggers and torches and were about to run away. The thin monkey winked at the soldiers behind him, and then someone rushed up and surrounded these two hateful bastards. got up.

Just as everyone was preparing to fight against these two losers, a roar of lack of confidence suddenly came from the house:

"stop!"

The soldiers turned around and saw that the door of the wooden house was slowly pushed open. Several military governors and foreign instructors who had just woken up from their sleep in silk nightgowns walked out of the house and looked at the soldiers with a mix of shock and anger.

"Damn mud-legs! Do you know what you are doing!" A warlord glanced at the blood and corpses on the ground and suddenly screamed:

"Who did this? Come forward!"

The thin monkey glanced at the governor and instructors with a cold gaze, then took the initiative to step forward and pointed the bayonet that was still dripping blood at them:

"Your luck is over, vampires."

"Hiss!" The warlord looked at the tip of the knife reflected in the firelight, and suddenly took a breath of cold air. He was so frightened that he took two steps back. If someone hadn't followed him behind him, he almost couldn't stand.

Another warlord looked around at the soldiers holding bayonets, suppressing panic and pretending to be calm:

"Everyone, calm down. You can talk about whatever demands you have. It's not like we won't listen."

"Hmph!" The thin monkey took a step closer with a bayonet in hand, frightening the people on the other side and wanting to retreat into the house immediately:

"Appeal? Okay, our appeal is very simple. Open the city gate and let the governor's army come in. You can find a rope to tie yourself up. I will treat you as a meeting gift to the governor."

The governors were immediately shocked. Only then did they realize that the purpose of this group of soldiers' rebellion was not what they thought. They were not satisfied with the simple life and treatment.

"You! You want to collaborate with the enemy?!" A warlord in the corner shouted angrily:

"It is the masters who gave you land so that you have a place to work. It is the masters who gave you clothes and food so that you would not freeze and starve to death. You actually betrayed your benefactor at this time? Do you want to be whipped? ?!"

Even in this situation, these vested interests still believe that they have given these humble serfs enough gifts to make them devote their lives to themselves.

The thin monkey couldn't help but twist his lips. He was obviously angry at these shameless and ignorant words and laughed:

"Benefactor? I really don't know how you could say this word without conscience. Except for the upcoming Governor Bonaparte, I don't think anyone can be my benefactor."

The soldiers present laughed contemptuously and responded to the warlord's nonsense with arrogant laughter.

"That's enough, brothers, there's no need to talk nonsense."

After a verbal venting, Shouhou clenched the bayonet in his hand. He knew that there was no need to continue arguing nonsense with these military governor instructors. The only role of these people was to die here:

"Come after me! If you catch these idiots, it doesn't matter whether they live or die!"

Following the Thin Monkey's rousing cry, the huge crowd of soldiers immediately responded with a roar like a mountain roar and a tsunami.

Under the pale and panic-stricken gaze of the governors, hundreds of soldiers surged up like a tide. Those servants who were still trying to protect their masters were instantly stabbed through the heart with bayonets, and fell down like puppets with their strings cut off. On the ground.

These lazy and lazy warlords had no room for resistance. They all knelt down and begged the soldiers to let them go with tears streaming down their faces.

Those foreign instructors showed the qualities they should have as soldiers. They pulled out their pre-loaded pistols and fired a round at the soldiers who rushed towards them first. However, this was just a drop in the bucket and only slightly blocked the soldiers' attack. Just close.

Although these instructors worked together to cut down a dozen conscripts with limited training after drawing their sabers, in the face of the swarming long bayonets, they had to choose to put down their weapons and surrender together with the governors.

The furious soldiers then rushed into the house and pulled out several warlords and instructors hiding inside.

When the soldiers looked at the luxurious and soft beds in the house and the fragrant wine bottles on the table, and then thought about the bluestone floor they slept on and the black bread they ate, this unfair treatment gap immediately aroused everyone's anger.

They tied the captured Overseer instructors to several large pillars in the center of the open square, which were supposed to be used by the Overseers to bind and punish the soldiers.

In front of all the soldiers, regardless of the crying pleas of the governors, Shouhou ordered the execution of these oppressors who had humiliated and scolded them for so long with bayonets, and then personally lit the governor with a torch. The wooden house where they live.

The wooden house made of pine wood was quickly submerged in a sea of ​​flames. It was like a spark in the endless darkness, echoing the lights of the Wehrmacht camp not far away.

Bathed in the roar of the soldiers, Shouhou looked at the blazing fire in front of him, his hands trembling a little. He couldn't believe that he had actually done it.

Those warlords and instructors were all tied to pillars and turned into bleeding corpses.

The thin monkey took a deep breath to calm down his mind from the boiling blood. Now, there is one more thing to do before his liberation:

"Come here, open both city gates! Invite Governor Bonaparte to garrison this fortress!"

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, Your Excellency Bonaparte!"

Ignoring the obstruction of the guards at the camp entrance, Major Serurier insisted on breaking into Lawrence's tent, his voice full of ecstasy, and he shouted loudly:

"Your Excellency, something has happened!"

Lawrence sat up slowly on the cot and rubbed his aching lower back. Looking at Major Serurier's surprised expression, Lawrence smiled slightly and guessed what probably happened.

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, look!" Major Serulier opened the curtain of the camp, allowing Lawrence to sit on the bed and see the fire burning in the ancient fortress not far away.

While admiring the spark dancing in the darkness, Lawrence tied up the laces of his military boots. Then he stood up and put on a military jacket. He followed Major Serurier to the outside of the tent and asked;

"What is the specific situation?"

Major Serurier reported excitedly and ably:

"About twenty minutes ago, fire appeared in the opponent's fortress, accompanied by the cheers of the soldiers. Then dozens of enemy soldiers came to our camp with a white flag, saying that the entire fortress is willing to surrender to you. surrender."

"Where are the enemy soldiers? Let their leader come to see me." Lawrence nodded and breathed a sigh of relief, glad that his prediction was correct.

"It's just outside the camp and is controlled by our soldiers. I will send someone to bring the leader here." After speaking, Major Serurier quickly saluted and went to carry out Lawrence's order.

About five minutes later, the frightened Slender Monkey, surrounded by four National Defense Force soldiers, came to Lawrence together with Major Serurier.

"Are you the one who led this fortress to surrender? What do you call it?" Lawrence looked at the thin monkey with interest and asked.

"It's the Governor, my name is Costanza, I'm a serf from Figari, and people around me also call me Slender Monkey." Slender Monkey didn't dare to raise his head to look at Lawrence, so he just lowered his head and replied.

Lawrence looked at his slender limbs and nodded with a chuckle. If he hadn't known that the other person was a Corsican, otherwise Lawrence would have thought that this kind of body proportion only appeared on black people:

"Anyway, Costanza, you have done a great job."

The thin monkey quickly buried his head lower and said repeatedly: "I dare not say that I have any merit, Lord Governor, this is also for myself."

Lawrence nodded again in approval. Although the other party was a serf, the courage, courage and action he showed were still very rare. After all, not every serf dared to be the first to take up arms.

Coupled with the agility and humility shown in his words, Lawrence also admired him very much, and secretly decided that he might be recruited into the National Defense Force, which could also be used as a reward for his merits.

After making some small plans for the funeral, Lawrence still focused on the present:

"So, Costanza, what's going on inside the fortress?"

The thin monkey raised his head and licked his lips, organized his words and responded fluently:

"Return to your lord, the governors have been executed by us, the city gate has been opened, and the soldiers support you to take over the fortress, because we believe in you, we heard that you will bring two bills, let us from now on You can live as a free citizen."

Upon hearing this, Major Serurier immediately looked at Lawrence in surprise and couldn't help but start gearing up:

"Your Excellency Bonaparte, without further ado, we should immediately garrison the fort and receive the enemy's supplies and personnel."

However, Lawrence looked at the thin monkey thoughtfully and did not immediately confirm the major's plan.

After a while, Lawrence suddenly reached out and patted the thin monkey on the shoulder, and whispered:

"Costanza, I have another task for you. I wonder if you can assist me."

Before he finished speaking, Skinny Monkey knelt down on one knee in horror, nodded repeatedly and said:

"My lord, you have no problem saying that, for the sake of thousands of serfs like me, I am even willing to go to hell alone."

Lawrence nodded approvingly and ordered:

"Very good. I will temporarily appoint you as the commander-in-chief of the soldiers in the fortress. You will immediately return to the fortress and begin to disarm the soldiers. I will leave a small force to assist you."

"Yes! Sir!" Although the thin monkey didn't understand what he meant, he immediately got up after answering and started running towards the fortress.

After the thin monkey left, Major Serulier asked in confusion: "Your Excellency, you only left a small force to receive supplies from the fortress? What will the main force do?"

Lawrence looked to the southeast. The slightly cold evening wind had driven away his remaining sleepiness, and he said slowly:

"Those people in Figari Town probably thought we were besieging the fortress, right?"

Major Serurier was stunned at first, then startled, and finally slapped his thigh hard, laughed and nodded twice.

Lawrence also smiled and shook his head, and ordered:

"Inform the entire army, except for one company's troops stationed in place, the rest of the troops will be ready to march within an hour. An hour later, they will march towards the town of Figari in a fighting posture at full speed. You must be fast, do you understand? ?!”