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After saying that, Colonel Mohan immediately looked at each other with his adjutant, their eyes full of confusion and confusion.

"And... why is it the Corsican army..." Colonel Mohan sat back on his chair, and the face of Laurence Bonaparte he had seen in Ajaccio flashed through his mind, and he murmured with a pale face.

He murmured to himself:

"Is it that young man again? He set a trap on the island of Malta and let us step into it like ignorant lambs, making all kinds of ugliness!"

The adjutant glanced at Colonel Mohan and cautiously suggested:

"Colonel, since there are French troops stationed on Malta, maybe we have to retreat first and report to the Admiralty before making a decision..."

Before he finished speaking, Colonel Mohan turned his head and stared at his adjutant fiercely, and asked in a fierce voice:

"You mean to tell me to go back and tell those idiots at the Admiralty and all my colleagues in the Royal Navy that I led an entire squadron of gryphons and failed to capture even a single island of Malta?"

"I..." The adjutant couldn't help but trembled, swallowed hard, and said incoherently:

"I'm just worried that fighting with the French army will further expand this conflict, and then No. 10 Downing Street and the palace will blame you."

Hearing this, Colonel Mohan took a deep breath and fell into deep thought.

After a while of silence, he suddenly shook his head and said:

"No, France has never stated that it will provide protection to the Knights. In addition, there is a Corsican army on the island. This must be the independent decision of Lawrence Bonaparte. He certainly did not get Louis XV or Shu

Vasseur's instruction; 80% of the French troops on the island are also French troops stationed on Corsica. Damn it, I was fooled by that yellow-haired boy."

Having said that, Colonel Mohan did not ask the adjutant or the commander for their opinions. He just nodded to himself, stood up and ordered:
Chapter completed!