In the corner of the Prime Minister's Palace in Ajaccio, there is a remote and narrow hut that seems to be isolated from the world but well guarded.

After being inspected by three guards, several people came to the house and met the owner.

"Ah... Carlo, it's been so long! Why do you have time to come here today?"

In the living room, a middle-aged man who was making tea and reading a book put down his book in surprise, seemingly surprised by the visit of these uninvited guests:

"As for these people...if I remember correctly, they should be people around Lawrence, right?"

Carlo Bonaparte looked at the man in front of him with a complicated expression. After a long while, he reluctantly said:

"It's been a long time indeed, General Pauli."

The man living in this heavily guarded hut is the former governor of Corsica, Pasquale Paoli, who retains the title of national general. Of course, given his current situation, a more appropriate term would be

Under house arrest in this hut.

As Pasquale Paoli's former adjutant and trusted right-hand man, Carlo Bonaparte could not help but feel mixed feelings when he saw his dead superior again.

Anna Celestia did not exchange greetings with Pauli, but sat directly opposite him and said straight to the point:

"Even here, you should have noticed something unusual outside, right, Mr. Pauly?"

Pasquale Pauli squinted his eyes slightly, put the book aside, and took a sip of the freshly boiled hot tea, looking nonchalant:

"I seem to have heard the movement of the cannon. What's wrong, little girl, why didn't Lawrence come with you? Is it because the French have turned their backs? Or is there a new usurper in Corsica?"

General Paoli, who was under house arrest here, basically received news from the outside world for several months at night, and he did not know anything about the Naples Civil War.

"War, war with the Kingdom of Sardinia..."

Anna Celestia briefly explained the war situation and the crisis in Ajaccio at this time, and then directly asked:

"That is to say, at a time when Ajaccio may fall, we hope that you will lead this volunteer army to the front line to fight against the Sardinian army."

Carlo Bonaparte licked his lips and stared at General Paoli. At this time, he also understood why Anna said that there was a more suitable leader in the Prime Minister's Office.

It is true that as the liberator of Corsica and the leader who has ruled the entire country for more than ten years, Pasquale Paoli's prestige among the people is definitely not low. After all, his conspiracy with the British and Lawrence's coup

These are secrets that very few people know.

In the hearts of many people, Pasquale Paoli is still a great liberator, and after meeting the young and promising Laurence Bonaparte, he voluntarily abdicated his throne and was willing to retreat to the second line. This incident was reported in Corsi

Jia Ye has long since become a beautiful story passed down by word of mouth.

In addition, Pauli also has considerable combat experience, and at this time he is indeed a more suitable leader than Carlo Bonaparte.

What's more, in Anna Celestia's view, if Pasquale Paoli can die in the battle, she can also help Mr. Bonaparte eliminate a huge hidden danger within the Corsican government. After all, this

The former governor also had considerable influence among ordinary people.

Of course, the question before everyone now is how to convince Pasquale Pauli to accept this seemingly absurd request.

"Ha..." General Pauli couldn't help but sneered and poured another cup of tea:

"Little girl, don't you feel ridiculous when you make this request? You took away my power and status, imprisoned me here and took away my freedom. Now you even want to take my life.

And take it away? Lawrence promised me to let me spend the rest of my life here."

"Mr. Bonaparte will understand." Anna added immediately.

"But I can't understand it." General Pauli sipped hot tea leisurely, looking a little gloating:

"For me, what will happen even if the Kingdom of Sardinia takes over Corsica? Most likely they won't kill me and will let me continue my current life. That would be much better than dying for a group of ungrateful old tribesmen."

Anna frowned slightly and wanted to persuade her, but Xia Diya Weiqi on the side had already lost her patience and rushed forward in two steps:

"enough!"

Xia Diya rushed to Pauli, took out a pistol, started loading it in front of Pauli's slightly stunned look, and then pressed the barrel of the gun firmly against Pasquale Pauli's forehead:

"Does that mean you're going to refuse?"

Paulie couldn't help but swallowed. He didn't know how long it had been since a gun was held to his head, but he still tried his best to calm down and his voice became much lower:

"Child, I advise you to put this toy away."

Xia Diya's eyes darkened, she flicked her wrist, turned the muzzle of the gun to the tea cup on the table, and pulled the trigger directly.

There was an explosion, and in the thick smoke and flying wood chips, the exquisite ceramic tea cup instantly turned into a pile of fragments.

"I'm not a child, and this is not a toy." Xia Diya reloaded the pistol and put it against General Pauli's forehead again.

The scalding tea splashed on Pasquale Pauli's face. He endured the severe pain and took a deep breath, frowning and staring at Shadiya Vicki in front of him:

"If you want to kill me, then shoot me now. My body can be yours to use."

"Are you ready to wake up? Mr. Pauly."

Anna did not stop Xia Diya's behavior, but persuaded her in a cold voice:

"We will not only take away your body, but also take away your reputation, your honor, and all traces of your presence in this world."

"What on earth are you talking about?!" Paulie's voice trembled a little, whether it was because of the muzzle on his forehead or because of Anna's words.

"If you choose to refuse, then we will make your blood splatter on the spot..." Anna Celestia also gave up the possibility of peaceful persuasion at this time, looked directly into Pauli's eyes, and said word by word:

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "And all Corsicans will soon know that during the siege of Ajaccio, their former governor and current national general, Pasquale Paoli

, was suspected of colluding with the Kingdom of Sardinia, trying to betray the entire country, and after the conspiracy was exposed, he was shot dead on the spot by the Central Gendarmerie; and in the future of Corsica, Pauli's name will always be synonymous with the word traitor."

"You!" General Pauli's pupils trembled, and his voice became louder unconsciously:

"Do you think the people will listen to such lies? I am the liberator of Corsica! I led this country to become independent from Genoa's rule. You are the real traitors! You...!"

Pauli could accept that his fate was over, and he could accept that all his power and status had been taken away, but he absolutely could not accept that he had clearly fought for this country for more than 20 years, but in the end he would be forever nailed down in history as a traitor.

On the pillar of shame.

Anna Celestia listened coldly, and instantly blocked General Pauli's mouth with just one sentence:

"Do you think a dead man has any chance to speak out and defend himself?"

Paulie was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time. The lethality of this sentence was even far greater than that of the musket pressed against his head.

And he also vaguely remembered that Laurence Bonaparte once said similar words to him.

Xia Diya Vicki stabbed Pauli in the forehead with the barrel of a gun. She had already understood the dark side of Corsica long before she worked for Monsieur Bonaparte. She even knew that Governor Pauli was not at all.

The people’s hearts are so bright and great:

"By the way, I would like to remind you that the Secret Police Service will not let go of any Corsican traitor, nor will it let go of the traitor's relatives and family members."

Pauly subconsciously looked into Xia Diya's eyes. At this time, he could only pretend to be calm and shook his head, saying in a trembling voice:

"No, my wife and children are not in Corsica. You can't find them! Don't even think about threatening me with this!"

"Really?" Xia Diya Weiqi sneered and recited the words on the spot without the need for any documents:

"The eldest son, Etienne, was thirteen years old, studying at St. Faithman's School in London, England, and living in an apartment on Swanson Street; the second son, Giovanni, was twelve years old and entered a monastery in Mantua at the age of nine.

Your third son and six-year-old eldest daughter are staying with your wife in the manor in the countryside of Florence, living off your savings..."

Although he was still trying his best to maintain his composure, General Pauli was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He was completely convinced that the girl in front of him really had control over all the movements of his family.

"Don't underestimate the Secret Police Department, Mr. Pauly. It's easy for us to find your family's address from your past letters."

Xia Diya increased the strength of her hand, as if she wanted to push the barrel of the gun directly into Paulie's head:

"And please believe that we know your family better than you who are under house arrest here."

General Pauli lowered his head and did not dare to look into anyone's eyes. He knew very well that if the Corsican government really wanted to assassinate his family, he would have no way to stop it.

Even if Ajaccio fell today and the entire island of Corsica fell, according to Lawrence Bonaparte's status in France, Pauli knew that it would be easy for that young man to take action against his family.

Ana Celestia stood up and took a few steps forward, her voice became much softer:

"And if you choose to lead the volunteers to fight against the Sardinians, even if you die in Ajaccio, you will become a hero of Corsica forever. We will bury you in the center of Ajaccio and build on it

A majestic monument; anyone who passes by it from now on, Corsican or foreigner, will know that there lies buried a brave warrior, a fearless general, a great liberator..."

Looking at General Pauli who was already a little shaken, Anna continued to persuade:

"Including your children, they don't know all the secrets here, so they will be invited back to Corsica to receive the best education as sons of heroes, and when they reach adulthood, they will join the Corsican government or the army.

Even if they are unwilling to come back here, the Corsican government will provide your family with a lifelong allowance and provide lifelong asylum with the treatment of a national general; I swear in the name of Bonaparte, all this I promise

All will come true.”

General Pauli took a deep breath, as if he had decided his fate in one breath.

Should he die tragically on the spot as a traitor, remain infamy for eternity, and be buried with his entire family? Or should he continue to maintain his image as a great liberator, die on the battlefield as a Corsican warrior, and lay a foundation for his glorious life?

With the verdict sealed and shadowed for future generations, Pasquale Paoli knew that he seemed to have no choice.

He slapped the muzzle of the gun against his head away, raised his head and stared into Anna's eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Little girl, you are looking more and more like Laurence Bonaparte."

Anna said calmly: "Thank you for your compliment."

"I'm not complimenting you, huh..."

General Pauli exhaled a long breath, stood up unsteadily, and walked straight out:
To be continued...