And this simple greeting immediately relaxed the nervous mood of many townspeople. After all, no one in power had ever talked to them as compatriots before, let alone a superior governor.

Already.

"As I'm sure you all know, a terrible, hateful and shameful civil war has swept across Corsica and your homeland."

Taking a half step forward with his right leg, Lawrence stretched out his hand and covered his heart tightly, looking distressed:

"For the people of southern Corsica, you have not been exposed to the clouds of war for more than 20 years. This precious and hard-won peace should have lasted forever, but...some shameful scum went so far as to save them.

This peace has been shattered by selfish desires. I really don’t want to mention the dirty names of these scum, but I must say that they are the southern landowners headed by Justin Bartley!”

Lawrence paused and lowered his voice:

"You may have bowed to them before, knelt on your knees and respectfully called them lord...but I want to tell you! My compatriots, you no longer need to dedicate such flattering words to these shameless vampires."

The townspeople stared at Lawrence blankly, and soon became enchanted; in normal times, the landowners were their gods, and even the mayor of Figari was very kind to the gentlemen and did not dare to disobey him in the slightest.

But now, hearing that Governor Bonaparte had completely trampled and crushed the image of the powerful landowner in their hearts, the hearts of these townspeople instantly felt an indescribable and unprecedented sense of joy.

"No, compatriots, to be precise, there will no longer be any lord in the entire land of Corsica from south to north; and you will no longer be called such a humble serf by anyone.

You are free, you have the right to choose where to put your labor, and you also have the right to retain the fruits of your labor. This is the inherent right given to you by the Corsican Constitution and the Land Act.

The right to come.”

Lawrence faced the gazes of the townspeople, waved his hand, drew his sword, pointed it at the starry sky and shouted loudly:

“Anyone who denies you the exercise of this sacrosanct right declares war on the entire Corsican government and throws a white glove in the face of me, Laurence Bonaparte! And the consequences of that are

,Humph, Justin Bartley has personally explained it with his experience. As long as it is to defend the rights of my people, I am willing to draw out the sword together with my soldiers and use blood to prove our determination, just like

We stand here today."

Dozens of Wehrmacht soldiers repeated Lawrence's words enthusiastically and loudly, and this chorus of shouts was like a Viking war cry that echoed in the ears of every town citizen in Granite Square.

The townspeople were also infected by this atmosphere. They raised their hands with nowhere to rest and bathed in this spiritual carnival.

It was also at this time that they realized that the worries they had during the day were completely unnecessary. What Governor Bonaparte and the Wehrmacht brought was not anger and destruction, but the same freedom and liberation as Propriano without discrimination.

"It's time, friends and compatriots, to witness with me, this is an honor for all of us..."

Lawrence slowly inserted his sword into the scabbard and looked down at his people:
Chapter completed!