, what I want most is to let this rabble defeat itself..."

After a moment, Lawrence, who was silent, finally came up with a preliminary plan.

He suddenly opened his eyes, nodded firmly to the two majors in front of him, indicating that today's interview would end here, and then ordered Anna who was waiting outside the door:

"Ana, ask Mr. Coggero from the Ministry of Finance to see me immediately."

...

At the same time, in the south of Corsica, the town of Figari.

On the plains on the outskirts, thousands of serfs threw down the hoes and sickles in their hands, walked out of the manors in the fields, and joined, or were forced to join, the army of the lords.

Each of them had received a brand-new, shiny, and even fully oiled standard musket a few days ago. They were now lined up in rows of loose and sloppy formations, under the command of more than a dozen instructors with bad accents.

, practice handling this completely unfamiliar weapon.

On a hill in the plain that overlooked the entire training ground, Justin, a group of landowners, and a gentleman in a black dress and woolen hat were sitting here watching the training on the field.

The gentleman in black coat - even the landowners did not know his identity, they only knew that Sir Justin called him Sir Robert. He was sitting next to Sir Justin, and the two were talking in a low voice.

"Sir Robert, thank you so much for your generous support." Mr. Justin stared closely at the wisps of smoke rising from the training ground and said with some worry:

"But...you have to know that these mud-legged guys are as stupid as pigs. Although you have brought many instructors for training and we have a numerical advantage, I am still not 100% sure that we can break into Ajaccio.

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Sir Robert also watched the situation on the court seriously. When he heard Master Justin's concern, he just sneered and said in not fluent Italian:

"Don't worry, friends, you just need to resist the offensive of the Wehrmacht and buy enough time. More aid will continue to arrive at your warehouse. If we really want to fight a protracted war, Bonaparte will not be able to consume you.

of."

Hearing this, Mr. Justin's eyes suddenly became hot, and the worries just now were swept away. He couldn't help but rub his hands and said with a smile:

"Okay, great, don't worry, I have sent people to build earthen forts around the town of Figari. With our understanding of the terrain and your assistance, we can guard the town of Figari.

Until you die of old age! I really don’t know how you can be so happy!”

Sir Robert chuckled twice, then closed his mouth and avoided Justin's last question.

I am afraid that no one except Sir Robert himself will know that he was ordered to come to this island with only one mission:
Chapter completed!