"Hey, did you hear anything? There seems to be movement outside!"

It was dark at night, and a Sardinian soldier sat up from his bed in a daze. He frowned and muttered to himself. I don't know whether it was because of auditory hallucinations or dreams, but he always felt that there seemed to be a sound coming from the direction of the center of the town.

There was a commotion of chaos and chaos.

But the soldiers in the room were still snoring loudly, and no one paid any attention to his doubts. Most of these exhausted soldiers fell into endless dreams as soon as they lay down.

The soldier listened carefully for a while, and after much hesitation, he shook his sleeping companion next to him:

"Don't sleep, get up and listen, there seems to be something going on...

"Hmm...? Fuck you, why are you shaking!"

The companion who was shaken awake was stunned for a moment, then cursed and turned over impatiently, ready to continue his sweet dream:

"If there is any fucking movement, it must be some young people who can't control their private parts and violate the ban to steal women. How serious is it? Colonel Bartland will definitely deal with them when he wakes up tomorrow. You should go to sleep quickly and march.

It’s not often that you can sleep in a bed outside.”

After saying that, his companion turned his head and ignored the soldier, and soon bursts of snoring came from his nose.

"Am I overthinking it..."

The soldier scratched his head. He wanted to go out and take a look to confirm the situation, but he immediately remembered that Colonel Bartland had ordered all soldiers to stay in the house tonight and was strictly prohibited from going out to cause trouble. He didn't want to be with those who were working tomorrow morning.

The soldiers who raped civilian girls were punished together.

Just when he was about to get back into bed with the remaining sleepiness, a sound of rapidly approaching footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

The soldier was stunned immediately, and the hairs on his back stood up instantly.

He was stunned as he watched several black figures suddenly and quickly rush into the room. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time. As for his other sleeping companions, there was no reaction at all.

In the hazy night, he could barely make out the outlines of the bodies of the group of people, as well as the sharp blades in their hands that shone bright silver in the moonlight.

"You are...!"

He subconsciously wanted to yell loudly, but all he saw was that the leader of the other party raised his hand and stabbed out a sword, heading straight for his throat.

The soldier was already slow to react due to fatigue and sleepiness. At this time, he had no weapons to resist resistance. He could only watch in horror as the sharp blade continued to expand in his field of vision. For a moment,

Then it completely penetrated his neck.

The other people who broke into the room were not idle either. They followed closely and pointed the sharp blades in their hands mercilessly at the Sardinian soldiers on the ground who were barely aware of them.

These sleeping Sardinian soldiers had their necks wiped or their hearts penetrated in their sleep, and they continued to dream in a pool of blood from which they would never wake up.

The leader pulled out his sword with an indifferent expression, and hurriedly left the room with the others without looking back. They didn't even have time to stay to see if these soldiers had completely died:

"Let's go, hurry up! We have to kill as many as possible before these Sardinian brats react!"

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"You will pay for your stupidity soon, Constantine, you ignorant monkey!"

In the city hall, Colonel Bartland gritted his teeth and stared at Constantine in front of him, staring at the short knife at the tip of his nose, trying to keep his head calm.

In any case, as an officer who was promoted on the front line with solid military merit, Colonel Bartland did not lose his mind in this desperate situation. He made nonsense to try to attract Constantine's attention and find a way to escape from here.

Opportunity.

As long as he can escape here and regroup his troops, Colonel Bartram can reduce this town to ashes overnight and drown the damn monkey in front of him in his own urine.

"I told you, shut up, Savoy, and put your hands up and squat down!"

Constantine gave a cold cry, and he pressed the tip of the knife firmly against Colonel Bartland's face, keeping the blade slightly immersed in the opponent's skin, but not piercing too deeply.

The city official was also very calm at this time. He knew that even if he executed Colonel Bartland here, it would not help. Even if this large Sardinian army was leaderless, it would not be their small town with only a few hundred militiamen stationed at all.

Can be resisted.

The best way Constantine could think of was to send militiamen to create chaos among the Sardinian soldiers under the cover of darkness while the prisoners held Colonel Bartland and other officers hostage.

In this way, the Sardinian army, which was already exhausted and in chaos, would have to find another place to regroup, and the captured Colonel Bartland would also prevent the Sardinian army from rashly attacking Propp in a short period of time.

Riano takes revenge.

As long as this town can be given some breathing space and waits for the main force of the National Defense Force to move northward, Propriano will be safe.

"Do you really dare to kill me, Corsican?"

Colonel Butland stared into Constantine's eyes, and then he laughed ferociously.

Although he has suffered two major defeats in Corsica, this does not mean that he is a mediocre and incompetent officer. On the contrary, the experienced Colonel Butland is now fully able to discern what Constantine's plan is.

"you..."

Constantine frowned, and he put a little more force on his hand, but as the other party said, he did not dare to stab Colonel Bartland's head right here with this short knife.

He winked to several militiamen behind him, signaling them to immediately step forward and capture Bartlan alive.

The colonel also instantly noticed Constantine's movements. Before the militiaman approached, he turned around and picked up the officer's saber on the bed cabinet.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Colonel Bartland took out his sword from its sheath, but the point of the sword was not aimed at Constantine in front of him, but the blade was pressed against his own

Vulnerable carotid arteries:

"Stay away from me, Corsicans! I know what the conspiracy is in your hearts. Do you want to use me as a bargaining chip? Then don't let me act rashly. If I die here, this whole town will

They will all be buried with me!"

"Damn it!"

Constantine spat, and had no choice but to wave his hands to stop a few of his subordinates. In his plan, only by capturing Colonel Bartland, the all-powerful commander, could he bring a glimmer of hope to Propriano.

And Colonel Bartland obviously realized this, so he dared to use his own life as a threat without restraint.

The two sides faced each other nervously, and no one dared to make any rash move.

Colonel Bartland wielded a knife and slowly moved to the window. Taking advantage of the wide view of the building, he glanced out of the window with his peripheral vision:

The peaceful and peaceful town at midnight was now in complete chaos. Propriano's militiamen and the townspeople who volunteered to join the battle were running through the streets and alleys with bloody blades. They didn't know that they had been killed tonight.

How many sleeping Sardinian soldiers were sent into the arms of death.

Since Constantine deliberately dispersed the Sardinian troops to various corners of the town, and Colonel Bartland was induced to issue a ban on his soldiers, only a few soldiers were aware of the Corsicans for a while.

A night attack was launched.

Even many Sardinian soldiers did not choose to resist after discovering that they were being attacked. With low morale, they thought they were being attacked by French pursuers from Ajaccio.

The leader raised his hands to surrender in an organized manner.

But after nearly two hours of unilateral killing, some Sardinian soldiers finally noticed something unusual without a commander and began to launch a small-scale counterattack against the militia forces.

As the scale of the battle continued to expand, both Colonel Bartland and Constantine could foresee that it would not be long before the entire Sardinian army would inevitably react from this surprise attack.

Block a counterattack by a regular army of thousands of men.

Colonel Bartland, who knew that time was on his side, was even more proud. He grinned and continued to hold the blade against his neck, waiting for his soldiers to rush into the city hall to rescue him after reacting.

And several large beads of sweat suddenly shed on Constantine's forehead. If Bartlan cannot be captured alive immediately, the entire town will surely fall into a state of catastrophe:

"We can't delay it any longer... Do we want to take the risk and give it a try..."

How could Colonel Bartland not know what the other person was thinking at the moment? He increased the strength on his hand, deliberately letting Constantine see the sharp blade slightly embedded in his neck, as if with just a little force, the blood spurting out would

It was splashed all over the ground on the spot.

And just when the situation was tense and ready to attack, a town militiaman suddenly broke in. His voice was mixed with 30% anxiety and 70% joy:

"Constantine! North, in the direction of Ajaccio! Our reinforcements are coming!"

"What did you say?!"

Constantine and Colonel Bartland said almost in unison. Neither of them expected that after experiencing such a catastrophic siege, Ajaccio would still have the energy to pursue the fleeing Sardinian troops.

.

Colonel Bartland was even more stunned. He had already confirmed during the day that the French Mediterranean Fleet did not provide military assistance to Corsica. So where did this pursuing force come from? Could it be that the Corsican people would

Were the equally exhausted city defense troops also dispatched?!

And taking advantage of the gap when Colonel Bartland was distracted, Constantine's eyes darkened, and he flew forward instinctively. With an elbow, he knocked off the saber across Bartland's neck.

The stunned colonel fell to the ground and immediately put his hands behind his back to control him.

Colonel Bartland, who was suddenly hit by this blow, was dizzy for a while, then realized something, and shouted angrily:

"Despicable! How dare you use this kind of false news to distract me?! Well, you will soon see that even if you capture me alive, it will have no effect at all. My soldiers will flatten this city tonight!"

The militiaman who was communicating just glanced at Colonel Butland on the ground indifferently:

"You are wrong, you Sardinian bastard. This is not false news. Our reinforcements have entered the outskirts of the town. They are troops led by Monsieur Bonaparte himself."

"What...?!"

Colonel Butland's face instantly turned pale. He knew that the other party had no need to continue lying after he captured him alive. In other words, Ajaccio's pursuers had really arrived around Propriano.

"How is this possible!"

Colonel Bartland seemed to have lost his soul, his eyes were as broken as a dead man, and he couldn't stop muttering to himself. In just three days after arriving in Corsica, he had suffered three consecutive setbacks:

"Even if Laurence Bonaparte returned to Ajaccio, how could he dare to pursue me with just the city defense troops and citizen levies... And why didn't my reconnaissance post report this incident..."
To be continued...