"The Italians surrendered?" Murat stared at the staff who came to report.

"Yes! All the fifty thousand Italians in Sicily surrendered without firing a shot.

The Ming Dynasty did not give them any trouble. After being imprisoned for three days, they left five thousand people responsible for maintaining order in Sicily and released the rest."

"Let go?" Murat was very surprised.

The Ming Dynasty has always had a tradition of selling prisoners. As a former ally of the Ming army, Murat knew this very well.

At that time, Murat often helped the Ming people to sell Egyptians.

The Ming Dynasty's demand for coolies was like a bottomless pit. How could they let go of so many Italians so easily!

"Let it go!" the staff officer replied honestly.

"There are still five thousand people left to help maintain order?"

"Yes, Your Majesty Marshal."

"Bastard! Italians are all bastards, bastards, bastards, bastards!" Murat slammed the wine glass in his hand to the ground.

The crystal wine glass shattered into pieces on the ground. The staff officer was startled and shrank like a quail without uttering a sound.

"One day, I persisted for one day. Fifty thousand pigs were released for the Ming people to catch, and they couldn't catch them all in one day.

Italians are all pigs! Pigs! Pigs!”

Facing Murat's yelling, the staff officer wanted to escape. However, thinking of the consequences of escaping, he still insisted on standing there and listening to Murat cursing the Italians.

"No, they are worse than pigs." After smashing everything in the office, Murat finally collapsed on the chair, panting.

"What do the Italians say?" Finally Murat's mind returned to the normal track from the curse.

"The Italians said that they appreciated Ming Dynasty's humanitarian treatment of Italian prisoners of war. They were also very grateful to Ming Dynasty for releasing Italian prisoners of war.

At the same time, they called on the Ming Dynasty to treat the ordinary people of occupied Sicily kindly."

"That's all?" Murat asked, stroking his forehead.

"That's all...!"

When the staff officer was talking, he intentionally or unintentionally hid outside because he found that Murat wanted to touch the gun.

It's one thing to be hit by a thrown object, but if you're hit by a bullet, you might see God.

"They didn't mention it." The staff officer spoke in a cowardly voice, ready to run away at any moment.

Because he found that Murat's hand had already grasped the handle of the gun.

"Sicily has been taken over, and they don't even say they want to take it back. They don't even dare to give a shit!

Why restore the glory of the Roman Empire? Bullshit! Bullshit!"

The staff officer scurried out like a rabbit, and then gunshots were heard one after another in the office.

"Filthy Italians!" Murat roared from inside the office.

The Italians were surrendering in disguise, and they would never think of taking back Sicily.

Sicily fell into the hands of the Ming Dynasty. It was not a simple island. Although it was still more than 800 kilometers away from Marseille, France, it was also separated by Corsica and Sardinia.

Especially Corsica, which is only two hundred kilometers away from Nice and only three hundred kilometers away from Marseille.

As a former ally, Murat was very familiar with the Ming Dynasty's tactics.

What they pay attention to is playing slowly and steadily. This time it is Sicily. In a few days it will be Corsica!

His Majesty the Emperor and the main force of the French army were on the Tsaritsyn front, and Murat did not have many strong troops in his hands.

With these conscripts in hand who have not yet completed their training, it is impossible to defend Corsica.

Moreover, there is no control of the sea.

The greatest possibility is that... no matter how many troops are sent out, they will eventually be surrounded and killed by the Ming Dynasty on the island of Corsica.

This was Ming Dynasty's favorite tactic, to surround the enemy in one place and then kill them alive.

Don't underestimate their determination to starve people to death. Even if they don't starve you to death, constant harassment and harassment will drain the defenders' ammunition.

In this era where the only way to survive is by shooting wildly, without ammunition, you are no different than a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Murat had a drink with Mangui and had a good relationship with Mr. Ao. He was too familiar with the Ming Dynasty's tactics!

However, I am familiar with it, but there is nothing I can do about Ming's tactics.

When fighting, you are most afraid of encountering an opponent who has an advantage and is fighting steadily and steadily.

"Send a report to the troops on Corsica and withdraw to the country immediately." Murat gave a feeble order.

Rather than guarding an island and being surrounded by Ming's superior navy.

It would be better to withdraw to the mainland and at least save 20,000 to 30,000 people.

The staff officer hurriedly agreed outside, and then ran away in a hurry. It was too dangerous to stay here, and there was no room for explanation if he was shot.

The French were busy withdrawing their troops, but the Italians didn't seem to be unhappy.

Rome seemed like nothing was wrong, singing and dancing.

There is no sadness at all about someone occupying a large piece of territory!

The Italians who were released began to feel restless after two days of rest.

When you meet people, tell them that the people of Ming Dynasty are very polite. Treat them not only very politely, but also with great respect.

Even if they surrender, they are allowed to take a nap before surrendering.

Not only that, the people of Daming also brought Daming noodles to entertain them. The taste of Daming noodles is very good, as good as spaghetti.

It's just a little thinner, and when paired with Daming people's pickles, it has a unique flavor.

In particular, one can of beef per person per day has become a legend in the history of war.

Some Italian prisoners of war did not eat the canned beef in their hands.

They brought it back to their families, and after eating it, they all thought it tasted very good.

Many children were drooling in envy, thinking that they were so happy to be prisoners of the Ming Dynasty.

"What the hell, rowing a boat here to surrender?" Li Xiu felt a little unbelievable when he heard the news.

There were actually Italians who rowed a boat from Italy just to live as prisoners in Sicily.

Li Xiu was a bit dumbfounded that releasing the prisoners would have such sequelae.

"Second Master, life is not good for Italians now.

Many people went to the front lines to fight, and taxes in the rear areas were also increased.

Many of those doing small business have gone bankrupt."

Chen Laohu held the Italian information in his hand and reluctantly handed it to Li Xiu.

"Grandma, you can't let me raise Italians.

Then he has tens of millions, how can I afford it?" Li Xiu took the information, glanced at it, and threw it on the table.

He could only describe the illegal immigration of Italians as unexpected.

Of course, I don't know what to do.

"The commander-in-chief always used to talk about the comparison between soldiers and civilians, but we still don't know and don't understand what comparison between soldiers and civilians means.

Now I finally understand!

After our Liao army expanded, the total number of troops was only over 2 million.

Four hundred million people support two million, and the ratio of soldiers to civilians is two hundred to one.

But look at France, look at Italy.

Tens of millions of people support an army of several million, and a dozen people support one person.

That will only increase taxes and make people's lives miserable."

“I don’t care whether it’s painful or not, I can’t control these people who surrender anyway.

Give them a meal and then send them back to Italy." Li Xiu said irritably.

Now he is worried about the rear troops, and the navy can only gradually withdraw from the Middle East.

The bad thing is that with this gradual withdrawal, he can only mobilize two Marine divisions now.

Zuo Liangyu has Zuo Liangyu's difficulties, otherwise he would never dare not to mobilize troops for Li Xiu. In this regard, Li Xiu still trusts this old subordinate.

But there are only two Marine Corps divisions, and they still have to divide their forces to occupy Sicily.

He had no spare power to attack Corsica. If he could not attack Corsica, he would not be able to effectively contain the French.

If the French cannot be contained, they cannot effectively support the Tsaritsyn battlefield.

Li Xiu was worried!

"If you send it here, you will come back. Second Master, you can't throw away like that. You...!"

Li Xiu didn't say anything and walked out.

"Second Master...! Second Master...!"

Chen Laohu had no choice but to watch Li Xiu walk out.

"Deputy Commander, what should we do?" The staff officer had no choice but to ask Li Xiu.

"I fucking know what to do, and I will follow the second master's orders.
Chapter completed!