From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

On the third day when Lawrence was recovering at home, Grosso sent a letter stating that the patrol had basically established a firm foothold in the West City District.

Although other gangs showed deep hostility towards the patrol's sudden intervention, the Sea Snake Gang's one-eyed corpse was still fresh, so these gangs had no choice but to hibernate and observe for a while.

The letter also specifically mentioned Ya'an, who Lawrence had placed beside him. In Grosso's words:

"I really don't know where you picked up such a good seedling."

Grosso was not aware of Yaan's second purpose for the time being, and was full of praise for this young man who was full of potential and determined.

Lawrence felt a little relieved after seeing the letter. If the two of them could cooperate happily, the process of rectifying Xicheng District would be accelerated a lot.

After pondering for a moment, Lawrence finally wrote a reply, reminding Grosso that maintaining order in the Xicheng District and winning the support of the people should be his top priority. In addition, he must strictly restrain the behavior of his subordinates. Ya'an would tell him what specific requirements he had. .

After all, Lawrence is very clear about the principle that poor people come out of poor places. Grosso's subordinates will inevitably use their new identities to do things to bully others and prey on the common people, just like the previous patrols.

In order to maintain the patrol's positive image in the hearts of the people, Lawrence rarely used a commanding tone to Grosso, asking him to control his subordinates according to Ya'an's requirements and treat everyone equally.

While Lawrence was writing in the study, someone knocked hard on the door. The knocking was heavy but regular.

Anna happened to be out, so Lawrence put down his pen and stood up, opening the door himself.

The person who knocked on the door stood outside the door. His posture was very upright, and his facial features were as sharp as if they were cut with a knife. He did not speak, but just standing there made people feel calm and intimidating.

He was wearing a very conspicuous dark green military uniform, and he was holding a neatly folded package in his hand.

Since Corsican military uniforms are modeled after old French uniforms, a soldier's rank is not reflected on the epaulettes, but on the cuff webbing of the uniform.

Lawrence glanced at his cuffs, which were embroidered with a silver star, indicating that the man was a major.

"Monsieur Bonaparte."

The officer gave a neat military salute and said succinctly:

"General Paoli's order specifically grants you the rank of Major of the Corsican Defense Force, directly under the Government of Corsica. In addition, you are specifically sent to command the 4th Infantry Battalion of the Northern Army and temporarily accept the command of the Northern Army."

After saying that, the officer stretched out his right hand, and Lawrence also stretched out his right hand wrapped in gauze to hold it together.

Lawrence only felt that this man's hands were unusually strong and covered with calluses. He might have been engaged in a blacksmith's occupation before.

After shaking hands, the official handover process was over. The officer felt much more relaxed and said with a smile:

"In addition, I am Major Trifari, your adjutant, sent to the Northern Army with you."

Lawrence nodded. It seemed that this was the adjutant sent by Pauli to supervise him. No matter what, he had to establish a good relationship with him first:

"Very well, Major Cuifali, come in and have a cup of black tea?"

Cui Fali shook his head seriously and whispered: "General Pauli has an order, we must set off immediately."

"Leave immediately?"

Lawrence frowned slightly. He didn't expect Pauli to act so quickly after making up his mind to bypass the parliament. It seemed that he was really worried about any changes in his plan.

Now it is almost mid-February, and the day for the French and Genoa to reach an agreement is getting closer. It is no wonder that Pauli is so eager.

"I understand, just give me a moment."

Lawrence nodded and took the package from Trifali's hand. Inside were his personal belongings, and then turned back to the house.

He simply ended his letter to Grosso and left a note to Anna, saying that he needed to go out.

Lawrence thought for a while, then left his patrol seal on the table, and wrote a note on the note to remind Anna to take the seal to find someone from the patrol if she encounters trouble.

Opening the package, there was a set of major military uniforms similar to Cui Farley's. In addition, there was a silver badge, which recorded Lawrence's name, age and brief position information, which was also regarded as proof of identity.

After putting on his military uniform, Lawrence looked at the silver star on his sleeves and couldn't help but shake his head.

Although he is a school-level officer, the number of Corsican Defense Forces is only over 3,000. Although this is a large number for Corsica, which has a population of less than 40,000, when looking at Europe, Lawrence is still just a small figure.

"Major Bonaparte, are you ready to go?" Trifali asked after seeing Lawrence finish cleaning up.

Lawrence locked the door and nodded to Trifali.

Since it was estimated that it would take twenty days to leave Ajaccio this time, Lawrence and Trifali took the opportunity to go to the patrol station to ask Old Sean to explain some matters.

"Huh? Someone from the military?"

As soon as the two entered the station hall, they attracted the attention of the patrols, who all wondered what the military people were doing on the patrols' territory.

And when everyone saw Lawrence's face clearly, they exclaimed again and again:

"Oh my God, it's Monsieur Bonaparte!"

"His clothes are the uniform of a major in the National Defense Forces!"

"What's going on?! Is Monsieur Bonaparte going to leave office?"

Lawrence looked at his subordinates dumbfounded. Just as he was about to explain, Old Sean walked down from the second floor and scolded everyone:

"What happened? What's the fuss about?!"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Lawrence standing in front of him in military uniform, and he immediately shouted in a panic:

"Oh my God! Monsieur Bonaparte, are you going to be transferred? Whose order was it, Governor Paoli's? Oh my God, he didn't ask our patrol brothers what they thought!"

Listening to Old Sean hurriedly throwing out this series of questions, Lawrence couldn't help but laugh, waved his hand and interrupted:

"Okay, okay, you all should calm down. I haven't left my post yet, but I'm just taking on a concurrent position in the army."

"Part-time job?"

Old Sean was stunned. He had never heard of an outsider holding a concurrent position in the army. After all, that was an area that Pauli absolutely controlled.

Especially the conspicuous silver star on Lawrence's cuff, which is the symbol of a school-level officer and can also reach high-level ranks in the entire defense force. Such a position cannot be held by just anyone.

The patrols, including Old Sean, suddenly looked at Lawrence with a little more fiery eyes. This was the man they were following. As the power in Lawrence's hands continued to expand, they believed that they would also grow with Lawrence's promotion. A rising tide lifts all boats.

Lawrence then waved everyone to leave, talked to Old Sean alone, and handed over the management of the patrol to Old Sean during the days he was gone.

At the same time, he specially instructed that if something happens in Xicheng District and Grosso or Ya'an come to seek help, they must do their best.

Lawrence believed that Silla would not be honest during his absence.

In addition, Lawrence estimated that the eighty muskets that Paulie promised last time would be delivered soon, and also asked Old Sean to distribute these muskets to his subordinates and practice them diligently.

After all these instructions were given and Lawrence and Cui Farley walked out of the station, Major Cui Farley couldn't help but look back at the patrol station and said with a strange expression:

"Major Bonaparte, I have never seen such a cohesive subordinates in the army."

Lawrence smiled and joked: "What? Do you mean I'm suitable to lead?"

Major Cui Fali nodded solemnly and said:

"From a military perspective, I think so."

However, the second half of Major Cui Farley's words could only be read silently in his heart:

"From General Pauli's perspective, I don't think so."