Chapter 606: Chapter 517: Napoleon Bloodbaths Corsica
However, all this would co at the cost of dismantling the National Self-Defense Force.
Napoleon’s mind churned like a massive wave. Did he really want to do this?
Without the National Self-Defense Force, the Corsican Revival Organization would lose its pillar…
His gaze swept over the headline on the Ajaccio Life Newspaper lying on the table—”Corsican Parliant Passes Bill to Ban National Self-Defense Force with High Majority”—and his brows furrowed.
Yes, it wasn’t him who wanted to eliminate the National Self-Defense Force, but rather the fools in Parliant who had passed such a bill, at least half of whom were mbers of the Restoration organization.
er of the Corsican Legion seed like a good beginning, he nodded to himself. Later, when he climbed higher, he could better help his holand develop.
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In the outskirts of Asco, a northern city in Corsica.
“Lieutenant Colonel, I really can’t let you enter the city,” a properly dressed middle-aged man, holding a silver cane under his arm, said apologetically to Cesari-Colonna Paoli, “You know, Congress has already banned your army…”
“You are also a mber of the Restoration organization!” Cesari grabbed the arm of the Asco Municipal Commissioner, pointing towards the temporary camp, “The soldiers need supplies, and we have less than a week’s food left.”
“I’m here precisely as a mber of the Restoration organization to visit you,” said the middle-aged man. “But I, along with the city hall and the chamber of comrce, cannot defy the law, please understand.”
Corsican Parliant was chosen by the Corsicans themselves, hence there was absolutely no doubt in their minds regarding the Parliant’s decisions—this was also a result of years of Liberal indoctrination that made the public believe “the Parliant represents .” So how could I oppose myself?
Thus, the once highly regarded National Self-Defense Force was now even struggling to enter towns. The Corsican public’s warm welco, once offering food and drink, had completely disappeared.
Indeed, after the Parliant’s decree to ban the National Self-Defense Force was enacted, more than a quarter of the soldiers had already fled back ho, and the number of deserters was still increasing.
After all, mbers of the Restoration organization who were also parliantarians had voted in favor, and with no influential leaders remaining in the Restoration organization, the soldiers were increasingly despondent.
“Then, at least provide us with so wine and bread,” Cesari said helplessly, “for God’s sake.”
“This…”
The municipal commissioner hesitated whether to dig into his own pocket to buy supplies to appease the Self-Defense Force when suddenly a cavalry scout hurriedly approached Cesari and said, “Commander, about 5 miles north, we have spotted the French Army! There are roughly two thousand of them.”
Cesari’s face turned pale as he quickly asked, “Have you communicated with them?”
It had been a long ti since the Corsican garrison and the National Self-Defense Force had clashed, primarily because they couldn’t defeat them, so it might just be a normal movent of the French Army.
The cavalry scout replied solemnly, “They refused contact, sir.”
The nearby second battalion commander and other officers imdiately gathered around, anxiously saying, “Commander, it seems that these fellows are specifically targeting us.”
“We currently have only 1,300 soldiers, a direct confrontation will likely put us at a disadvantage…”
“Commander, we should head into Mount Ro.”
The terrain of Corsica was essentially a massive mountain range that covered more than eighty percent of the area, with only so plains near the edge of the island by the diterranean Sea suitable for living.
Previously, when facing encirclent by the French Army, the National Self-Defense Force would unhesitatingly retreat into the mountains. Leveraging their familiarity with the terrain and the nurous villages in the mountains that could provide supplies, they managed to play a cat and mouse ga with the French.
After dragging this out for a while, the French Army, unable to sustain the heavy military expenses, would retreat on their own, and then they would co out.
Currently, they were at the northern entrance of Rao Mountain Pass. Heading south they could enter the mountains in less than a day; however, Cesari hesitated.
They had passed through several villages recently, all of which had resisted them without exception—Count Butafuoco had imdiately dispatched people to propagate all over the island after the passage of the congressional decree, ensuring the National Self-Defense Force was treated like street rats.
uts have found that the enemy is setting up defensive positions, seemingly preparing for battle.”
Napoleon pondered for a mont, sensing that his task might soon be completed.
He gestured for an attendant to bring the map, pointed to a high ground on the west side, and commanded, “Send the artillery there imdiately…”
He paused midway, then suddenly raised his hand to stop himself, “Wait, perhaps this is an opportunity.”
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