An Ning remembered that she was supposed to be falling asleep while holding the hanging ring on the subway during her commute.
Recently, the product manager of Silly Egg had another brilliant idea, so An Ning and his technical team worked overtime to realize this brilliant idea.
Today, everything was finally done. In the blink of an eye, the whole team was gone. I was afraid that the product manager would have some new and brilliant ideas and would pull people back to continue working overtime.
An Ning was one of them. It was only five o'clock in the afternoon, but he was already so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyes open. He was relying on the energy drink he bought from the vending machine before entering the subway station.
This is a peaceful memory until just now.
Now, he looked at everything in front of him with confusion.
Just like on the subway, An Ning was now surrounded by many people, but these people were all wearing Western-style clothes that looked like opera costumes, and their hair, eyes, and other features were all Western-style.
Moreover, these people were all carrying rifle-like things.
Most Chinese men are part-time military fans, and An Ning recognized these as so-called flintlock muskets.
This is the main battle weapon commonly known by military fans as the "era of queuing to kill".
It seems that An Ning is now among the line of infantry marching in formation.
An Ning lowered her head and looked at her clothes. Sure enough, they were the same as those of the person next to her.
He became a line infantryman.
Then An Ning discovered something. He didn't have a gun. Instead, he had a marching drum hanging in front of him.
When Anning was in elementary school, she played this thing in the drum and bugle corps of the Young Pioneers.
However, he must have long forgotten how to beat the ball at that time, but now he is beating the drums freely in time with his footsteps, as if he has never neglected this skill in these years.
——I traveled to the era of queuing to be shot and became a military musician?
An Ning opened her mouth wide, unable to recover from the shock of this shocking fact for a while.
But this world is not kind and waiting for peace to accept reality.
There was a scream in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a black shadow fell not far from An Ning's left front. The thing spun and bounced, rushing towards An Ning like an oversized bowling ball——
An Ning closed his eyes subconsciously, and then he heard the screams of the people next to him.
Opening his eyes, he saw the people next to him falling away, and the shells just passed through the queue, leaving behind a row of unlucky guys with their legs broken below the knees and screaming in agony.
A layer of goose bumps appeared on the back of An Ning's head, and he wanted to vomit.
Then the second shell came, and this time the shell hit the queue before it even hit the ground. It changed from a "ground ball" to a "fly ball". It passed over everyone's heads with a harsh whistling sound, and then hit an unlucky high flyer.
Tall.
The man's head was like a watermelon that fell from the tenth floor and shattered.
An Ning couldn't even say shit anymore. The massive secretion of adrenaline made his breathing quicken, and his heart felt like it was about to break through his ribs and burst out of his chest.
But his hands were still playing the drums well-trained, as if they belonged to two different parts from An Ning's panicked brain.
Under the guidance of peaceful drumbeats, the ashen-faced line infantry advanced mechanically.
Another shell fell. This time it was a lime bomb that exploded in the air. The fuse was not left long enough so it exploded very high in the air. As a result, the sulfur was scattered widely.
An Ning smelled a strange odor in the air, and then felt a burning pain in her lungs.
The person next to him coughed violently.
An Ning wanted to run away, drop the marching drum and run away from this hell full of blood, stench and screams, but he was hugged by his comrades and couldn't move at all, so he could only continue to move forward.
The pain caused by the burning in the lungs became even more terrifying.
Another shell fell.
Screams filled An Ning's ears, drowning out the sound of military music.
An Ning saw that the flag bearer on the left was knocked down, and someone immediately rushed up to take over and carry the flag again.
The emblem on the flag looks like a fleur-de-lis - the French Army?
Indeed, the military uniform looks very much like France, with white as the main color, light blue large lapels, and gray suspenders...
At this time, An Ning noticed the officer walking beside the military flag.
——By the way, if the noble gentleman is shot, I can use the excuse to protect the noble gentleman and escape from the charge! I have seen this plot in the movie "Barry Lyndon"!
All An Ning could think about was how to get out of this damn hell.
Then the officer took a ground-pounding round from the front.
The cannonball jumped at just the right height, interrupting the officer, and at the same time, it also called out all the privates behind the officer.
An Ning saw the half-moon-shaped "dog tag" that only an officer could wear flying high.
——It’s over, no more excuses.
An Ning suddenly felt the urge to urinate, probably because she was too nervous.
He squinted his eyes, probably thinking that this would reduce the visual impact of the scene in front of him.
——No matter what, just empty your head and just rush.
Just at this time, the line infantry brigade where An Ning was located rushed into a thick cloud of gunpowder smoke left by the explosion of artillery shells, and the vision became completely gray.
An Ning simply closed her eyes and moved forward to the beat of the drum.
Because of his nervousness, the rhythm of his drumming sped up a lot out of thin air.
Suddenly, he felt a light find his eyelids.
So I opened my eyes a little and found that the team had passed through the smoke, and in the wheat field ahead was the enemy's figure.
The enemy's formation was very scattered, and they seemed to be skirmishers performing harassment operations in front of the line infantry group.
An Ning heard people around her exclaim: "Where are our skirmishers?"
The next moment, An Ning saw the flash of fire.
The sound of gunfire came slowly, and the bullet had penetrated the sergeant in front of An Ning who was leading the team in place of the noble Lord.
The people around An Ning were also shot and collapsed. Only An Ning and the flag bearer four positions away were still standing.
An Ning closed her eyes again, waiting for death to come - damn, this kind of time travel is so cheating!
But no bullets continued to fly.
He opened his eyes and saw the skirmishers in front of him loading ammunition.
However, in order to pursue accuracy, the rifles used by skirmishers have rifling, and the bullets and the barrels fit more closely. Therefore, when loading, you need to use a mallet to pound the strips to force the bullets into the barrels.
In short, this accurate muzzle-loading gun is extremely slow to load.
At this time, the command came from the distance on the left: "Everyone, stop advancing!"
An Ning's hand reflexively played the "stop moving" drum beat. In the era of line infantry, the marching drum was a prop used to direct the march of the queue.
"Raise the gun!" the command still came from far away.
This password has been "passed" by many people, and it sounds like there is an echo.
An Ning doesn't have a gun, he only has a marching drum.
Some of the skirmishers on the opposite side had finished loading their ammunition. Seeing that they were stopping and preparing to shoot, the group immediately opened fire and then turned around and ran away.
The mission of the skirmishers is originally to harass, not to shoot at the line infantry.
Because there was no salvo, the killing efficiency this time was much lower than the previous salvo. However, the skirmishers used rifled guns, which were much more accurate than muskets. Many people around An Ning fell to the ground.
An Ning said silently in her heart: If you can't hit me, you can't hit me!
The command came: "Fire!"
The gunfire that followed almost deafened An Ning's ears.
An Ning's entire field of vision was obscured by the smoke from the musket fire, and it was so white that nothing could be seen.
The air is filled with the pungent smell left by incomplete combustion of gunpowder.
At this time, An Ning somehow changed the way he played the drums and began to play a series of short drum beats——
An Ning realized that this was a drumbeat to reload the troops. He remembered watching a Discovery Channel program. In the era of queuing to shoot, the completion time of each step of reloading for line infantry was equivalent to three-quarters of a beat.
a measure of music.
The short drumbeat played by An Ning is in three-quarter time.
An Ning speculated that his soul should have passed through the body of a well-trained drummer, so his body had formed muscle memory.
While playing the drums, he glanced sideways at the comrades next to him, and then discovered that the comrade closest to him on the left - the closest living comrade to him, had shaken hands when he was unpacking the pre-installed gunpowder bag, and the bag of gunpowder was almost completely empty.
Spilled on the ground.
Then the man directly loaded the remaining gunpowder into the barrel of the gun and began the next step.
——Damn it, our army is going to be defeated! This level of training...
At this moment, an artillery shell flew in, and An Ning's observing comrades were gone, leaving only two legs stuck on the ground.
An Ning cursed, and then because his hands were too sweaty, he didn't hold the drum stick tightly and dropped it to the ground.
--Grass!
Just as he was about to pick up the drum sticks, he saw the white smoke from the previous shooting dissipated, and the enemy's line of infantry also came into view.
The enemy's military uniforms look like Prussia... The Kingdom of France fights Prussia? Seven Years' War?
An Ning could clearly hear the military music on the opposite side.
The bright spears on the opposite side were like a neat row of forest, with long legs and moving quickly in the direction of tranquility.
An Ning, who lives in a peaceful age, has never seen such a formation.
The command came: "Raise the gun!"
An Ning felt that the person who gave the command was obviously panicked. The command was given a bit too early.
An Ning looked around and found that many of his comrades had not finished loading and were hurriedly pulling the purge strips from the barrels.
——It’s over, it’s over…
"aim!"
An Ning saw a comrade hurriedly stuffing the pulled out purge rod back into the slot under the musket, but couldn't get it in, so he simply threw away the purge rod and raised the gun——
"Fire!"
The crackling sound of gunfire washed An Ning's ears again.
The white smoke once again completely blocked the sight, blocking the enemy's gray military uniforms and the bright forest of spears.
You can't see the effect of volleying guns at all.
Only the enemy's military music could be heard getting louder and louder.
Another lime bomb exploded in the air, and the quicklime falling overwhelmingly caused many people to scream in agony.
Amidst the screams, the enemy's military music became more majestic, while An Ning's military band seemed to have misfired.
An Ning used the corner of her eye to see that the queue had become much looser and that some people were quietly retreating.
At this time, the smoke dispersed, and the enemy's line of infantry suddenly appeared within fifty meters ahead. An Ning could even clearly see the ornaments and medals on the enemy's leading officer.
Then the enemy's command came over.
"Stand firm!"
Then the queue stopped moving.
"Raise the gun!"
The neat spears pierced the forest and fell down in one fell swoop.
An Ning lost all hope, and he realized deeply that the god of death was opening his arms to him.
—— Damn this is not fair! I don’t even have time to accept the fact that I have traveled through time, so I am going to die here!
——Damn it, even if you really want to die here, you can just give me a gun and pull an enemy on his back!
——Isn’t it too bullying to give me a drum?
"Fire!"
Accompanying the command was the sound of gunfire like Spring Festival firecrackers.
The enemy's appearance was completely engulfed by the white smoke from the shooting. An Ning heard the bullets whistling in his ears.
It was like the whisper of death.
An Ning decided to just lie down on the ground.
It's better to die than to live. Let's survive first.
Now falling backwards, it looks like he was shot. No one would say that An Ning is a deserter.
However, the moment An Ning made this decision, he was shot.
With a buzz, all thoughts left him, and his body fell backwards uncontrollably.
**
I don't know how long it took before An Ning opened her eyes.
He stared at the stars in the sky and was in a daze for a while before he remembered what was going on.
- I was shot?
An Ning hurriedly confirmed her condition.
As soon as he touched his head, sticky blood smeared his hand, along with pain.
- Shot in the head.
An Ning carefully confirmed the condition of the wound - he knew that touching the wound with dirty hands might lead to infection, but in this situation, the wound was not sure how dirty it was, and the situation would not be worse if he touched it.
So An Ning confirmed that the wound was not deep, and it felt like——
It felt like a bullet hit his forehead and ricocheted.
——Skull ricochet?
The bullets of muskets are all spherical lead bullets, and these bullets will collide with the inner wall of the barrel irregularly before being discharged. The flight state is very random. There are many examples of skull ricochet bullets in the history of the earth.
However, the probability of encountering this kind of thing is much lower than winning the sports lottery.
So much so that An Ning couldn't help but suspect that this was his plug-in - after traveling through time, there had to be a plug-in, right?
An Ning thought this and patted her head hard.
——It hurts. It’s better not to confirm the hardness of your head. What if you are really lucky this time?
He stood up and began to check the surrounding situation.
It seems that the sun has just set, and there is still a little bit of sunset on the horizon.
There was the light of a bonfire in the distance, and people in gray military uniforms were cleaning the battlefield, but it didn't look like they were working too hard. They were probably preparing to do it again tomorrow - they had just finished a big battle, and the enemy should also be taking a rest.
There were several enemies wandering around the battlefield. An Ning stared at them for a while before confirming that they were looting the property of the dead.
He saw one of them taking off the corpse's shoes and happily putting them on his own feet.
An Ning touched his body and determined that he didn't have any belongings - his military uniform was also that of a big-headed soldier, and the enemy's main target should be officers.
In this era, military officers were all nobles and they should have valuable things on them.
An Ning continued to lie on the ground and adjusted to a more comfortable position.
At this time, he suddenly saw in his hand a wide crescent-shaped dog tag like that worn by officers.
——Or, I pretend to be an officer and surrender to the enemy.
——There should be some rules in war in this era, and nobles should be treated with courtesy.
An Ning still has a wound on her head. If infected, she might develop a fever and die. The level of medical care in this era is very poor, and the main method of treatment is bloodletting.
If infected, it will die quickly.
If you surrender, quickly get some strong liquor to cleanse the wounds. The chance of survival will be higher.
An Ning was very surprised. His thoughts were very clear now, as if he had been enlightened after being shot in the head.
After making the decision, An Ning reached out for the half-moon shaped dog tag——
Then his hand was held down.
With a shocked look on his face, An Ning looked towards the person holding his hand and saw a young face.
Although he was dirty, he could still tell that he was a handsome young man.
"Get me out. I am the son of the Duke of Orleans. I cannot... be captured here." The young man said.
An Ning: "Go away, didn't you see that I was injured?"
An Ning is a modern person, and he comes from an ancient Eastern country where "princes, princes, generals, and ministers must be at peace with each other." He doesn't want the title of duke.
However, after the young man said what he just said, he passed out and did not hear An Ning's answer.
An Ning pushed away the boy's hand grabbing her wrist and picked up the dog tag. Just at this moment, a whistle blew over the bonfire.
An Ning stopped, raised his upper body slightly, and wanted to see the situation.
He found that those who were cleaning the battlefield and those who were searching for property among the corpses stopped what they were doing and gathered towards the bonfire. Perhaps the whistle was a signal to gather.
An Ning suddenly realized that this seemed like a good opportunity to escape.
The last glimmer of light in the sky has disappeared, and there is no moon in the sky.
This black midwinter color is perfect for escaping.
An Ning looked at the young man who had just asked for help and estimated the impact of his size on his escape speed.
——Yes, it seems more profitable to save a noble and run back.
So, An Ning took action. He quietly got up, took off the strap of the marching drum that was still wrapped around his body, then put the boy on his shoulders and started running wildly through the night.