From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

"Am I going to die?"

This was the only thought left in Lawrence's mind.

Just when Lawrence was desperate, the deck beneath the feet of the Genoese soldiers suddenly shook.

The soldier himself did not expect such a sudden situation, and he did not react for a moment. Coupled with the bumps of the ship itself, he lost his balance and fell over.

Lawrence, who was already desperate, suddenly had a flash of light in his eyes. He suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbed the short knife that had just fallen to the side, and without hesitation, inserted it directly into the heart of the soldier.

Although the other person's wide eyes seemed to express endless unwillingness, Lawrence would not give him even a second of mercy.

Lawrence, who was in shock, gasped for air and looked at the deck where the other party was standing just now.

It turned out that it was a trap door leading to the lower deck, and just now someone was coming up from the lower deck and pushed the trap door, making the soldier unsteady.

Lawrence looked closely and realized that it was Grosso who came up through the door.

Grosso glanced at the Genovese lying in a pool of blood and Lawrence beside him, and couldn't help but be a little surprised. Unexpectedly, this thin-skinned boy could actually kill a battle-hardened sailor.

"This is the second time you saved me, Grosso." Lawrence gasped and said gratefully.

Grosso thought for a moment and understood what had just happened, so he nodded and said hastily: "Boy, maybe I can save your third life, come with me!"

Genoese soldiers were still pouring into the deck of the White Rose, but fortunately Grosso was tall and had excellent sword skills. He led Lawrence to fight a bloody path from the deck to the captain at the stern. cabin.

The battle on the deck was no longer optimistic. The number of Genoese soldiers far exceeded the sailors on the White Rose. The sailors were retreating steadily amidst bursts of swords and swords, and were also retreating towards the stern of the ship.

Grosso pushed open the cabin door, and Lawrence followed after hesitating for a moment.

I saw a middle-aged man with a solemn expression sitting in the cabin. The captain's cabin, which was supposed to be magnificent, was somehow filled with messy oak barrels.

Seeing Grosso come in, the captain's expression relaxed a little.

"Is the arrangement ready?" the captain's voice was very low.

Grosso said nothing, but nodded heavily and solemnly.

"Then let's go."

After the captain said these three words, he seemed to have lost all his strength and slumped in his chair.

Grosso was about to leave the cabin, but saw the captain still slumped in the chair, frowned and asked:

"Aren't you leaving?"

"Idiot." The captain curled his lips and laughed miserably: "How can there be a captain who doesn't live and die with the ship?"

After hearing this, Grosso took Lawrence out of the cabin without any further dissuasion.

The boarding battle was coming to an end. Although the sailors fought bloody battles, they were still driven to the stern of the ship, with only a dozen people left.

"What is the arrangement he just mentioned? Where does he want us to go?" Lawrence looked at Grosso and asked in confusion.

"Did you see those wooden barrels in the captain's cabin?" Grosso suddenly said: "They are full of gunpowder, including the lower deck of the White Rose. They are also filled with gunpowder barrels."

Ignoring Lawrence's astonishment, Grosso shouted with all his strength:

"All retreat!"

When the sailors who were fighting just now heard this loud roar, they immediately exerted all their strength and tried their best to shake off the opponents in front of them. Then they all rushed to the side of the ship and jumped off.

"Follow me!" Seeing that Lawrence didn't react, Grosso grabbed his wrist and, like other sailors, ran to the side of the ship and jumped into the sea.

Just hearing a series of plops, only the Genoese soldiers were left on the deck.

The angry Genoese raised their muskets and shot at the sailors in the sea, but they were only used to vent their anger. A musket with extremely poor accuracy cannot even hit an elephant at this distance.

The huge impact of entering the water caused Lawrence to sink into the cold sea water. When Lawrence opened his eyes, what he saw from the water was no longer two ships, but two fireballs as bright as the sun, covering a ten-meter radius. The sea for miles was brightly illuminated.

The huge impact caused by the explosion spread quickly, and with the White Rose as the center, several waves of two-meter-high waves were generated and spread.

Fortunately, Lawrence was underwater and did not suffer too many setbacks from the impact.

So Lawrence swam to the surface with all his strength and found a broken board to hold.

The two sides that were still fighting fiercely just now have completely disappeared without a trace. The White Rose has been turned into countless fragments. The Genoese warship also burst into flames and was seriously damaged. It is no longer possible to pursue the sailors who jumped into the sea.

Unfortunately, as the night gradually deepened and the impact of the explosion blew the sailors into pieces, Lawrence could not find Grosso.

Lawrence wanted to just wait for rescue on the board, but then he thought, this is not the 21st century anymore, this is damn 1768, and no one will come to save him.

Looking at Corsica, which seemed to be not far away, Lawrence knew that in such an open area, the actual distance between the two places was much greater than the visual distance, but staying in the sea to feed sharks was a dead end.

do my best!

Lawrence gritted his teeth, struggled to hold the board, and slowly swam toward Corsica with his feet.

The night was completely dark, and Lawrence didn't know how long he had been swimming. He felt that his legs were almost losing consciousness and could only move up and down mechanically.

Finally, as the sky was about to break, Lawrence's legs touched the land for the first time, but before he was even the slightest bit happy, the exhaustion caused by the loss of strength all over his body followed.

Unable to bear it any longer, Lawrence's eyes darkened and he fell asleep on the beach.

"Where is this"

Lawrence murmured and opened his eyes. In front of him was a white ceiling, and his body was lying on a soft quilt.

This room is very spacious and bright, and you can see the pleasant view of the beach through the window not far away. There were two crystal clear glass bottles on the windowsill, with a few beautiful daffodils inserted in them.

Even in the 18th century, glass bottles of this quality were not affordable for ordinary people.

He just wanted to sit up, but the sore muscles all over his body immediately made him give up the idea and had to continue lying on the bed.

"Oh my God, dear Lawrence, you're finally awake."

A man's voice suddenly appeared at the door of the room, but this voice was not familiar to Lawrence at all.

So Lawrence turned to look at the door with difficulty, and saw a slender man in his twenties standing there, wearing a white gentleman's uniform and a feathered turban on his head.

"you are.?"

Although he was very unwell, Lawrence struggled to sit up, leaned on the head of the bed, and asked the visitor.

The man was stunned for a moment, then quickly explained: "It's me, Carlo, Carlo Bonaparte, your brother."

Carlo Bonaparte?

Lawrence scratched his head, always feeling that he had heard this name somewhere before, and it was in an important period of history.

Carlo wasn't surprised when he saw that Lawrence didn't speak. He just assumed that his body had not recovered yet and continued to comfort him:

"I was really scared to death when I heard the big explosion yesterday. Fortunately, God blessed you and brought you here safely."

So Carlo clapped his hands toward the door and shouted loudly: "Hey! Honey, can you bring us two glasses of wine?"

A soft female voice outside the door responded, and after a while, a woman also wearing a headscarf walked in, holding two glasses of crystal wine in her hands.

"This is my love, Maria Letizia Ramolino." Carlo introduced Lawrence.

Maria smiled and nodded to Lawrence, while looking at him a few more times worriedly, and then put the wine on the bedside table.

Carlo Bonaparte and Maria Letizia Ramolino.

Bonaparte family.Corsica

Lawrence finally remembered who this couple was:

Carlo Bonaparte, the heir to the old Count Bonaparte, and his wife Maria Letizia Ramolino, weren't they the parents of Napoleon Bonaparte?

"So, if I were Carlo's biological brother, then I would be Napoleon's uncle."

Lawrence couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and thought silently.