The moment he carried the Duke of Orleans on his back, a small luminous symbol appeared in An Ning's vision.
It looks like a mission target guide when playing a game.
At the same time, a task prompt appeared on the left side of the field of vision: Start the branch line "The Heir of the Tolestel Family": Send the Duke's son back to the Duke safely.
Why was the Duke of Orleans named Tolestel? Shouldn't the Duke of Orleans be called Louis Philippe? The reason why An Ning knew the name of the Duke of Orleans was because when the Bourbons were restored, the son of the Duke of Orleans became the king of France.
The Duke's name is actually different from that of another time and space. An Ning doesn't know what this means.
He didn't think too much, so he started running following the instructions. After a few steps, he felt something was hitting his thigh, which was really uncomfortable. Then he found a bare tree as a cover, squatted down and put the little boy down to check.
What's going on.
It turned out to be the saber hanging on the young prince's body. The end of the scabbard was restless, hitting An Ning's thigh again and again.
An Ning handed over the saber without saying a word and held it in his hand.
His field of vision immediately changed, and a saber graphic appeared in the lower right corner of his entire field of vision, which obviously represented the weapon he was equipped with.
——As expected, as a time traveler, I am systematic.
An Ning immediately planned to arm himself and turn himself into a macho man who could switch weapons with the numeric keys 0 to 9, so that he would be able to deal with anything he encountered on the way to escape.
He took the cover of the shadow and touched around the tree, and finally touched a rifle.
The side that is likely to win has already preliminarily cleaned the battlefield and turned over the rifles and other things on the ground.
The barrel of the gun that An Ning touched was already filled with soil, and the soil was pressed very tightly and had dried. It had no intention of loosening at all if it was shaken.
The rifle has been turned into a mallet.
It is estimated that the remaining weapons on the battlefield are almost in this state, and it is difficult to find them in the dark.
And at this time, a jubilant chorus floated from the enemy's camp in the distance, reminding An Ning that she was still under the enemy's nose.
Once the enemy is alerted, there is really nowhere to escape.
An Ning put down the rifle that had turned into a stick and crawled towards the young master's position in the dark. He touched something quite elastic on the way.
At first he thought he touched the woman's vagina, but then he discovered that it was a leather water bag with more than half of the water in it.
——Yes, I don’t know where I can get supplies while running this way, so I have to bring a water bag.
Then I lay in bed for a day today, and I will be hungry later and need some solid food.
An Ning fumbled and started searching again.
It's a pity that the line infantry will put down their luggage and dry food before attacking, and go into battle lightly. An Ning spent a long time touching it, but couldn't find anything that could be entered except the water bag just now.
He didn't know what time it was at night or how many hours it would be before dawn.
Maybe the latitude here is high and the sun rises relatively early in the morning in midsummer.
Kerun!
An Ning carefully returned to the original place, carried the young master of the Duke's family on his back, carried the young master's saber, and then went straight to the prompt symbol in his field of vision in the dark night.
Not long after he started to flee, An Ning heard the Prussian singing end, and then someone started a new tune.
This is a sad lyrical song about a lame veteran returning to his hometown, only to find that his wife has passed away and there is only a lonely grave left.
This sad tune made An Ning want to surrender, especially the high-pitched solo after the chorus, which made the whole night look desolate.
An Ning could tell that what the enemy was speaking was not the same language as what An Ning was using now, but he couldn't tell what language the enemy was speaking.
It stands to reason that An Ning has heard of many European languages. He likes to play a game called "War Thunder", in which drivers from different countries can be set to speak their respective languages. Through this game, An Ning has become accustomed to listening to German and French.
and other pronunciations of commonly used European languages.
But the enemy's language sounded completely unlike any language An Ning had ever heard.
Fortunately, An Ning can still understand.
Maybe this is a benefit for time travellers.
By the way, the language An Ning used was not Chinese at all, but he understood it naturally, and it was this language that he spoke directly without thinking too much.
This should also be a benefit for time travellers. Otherwise, after traveling through time, you would have to spend several months learning the language of this world, which would be too torturous.
An Ning thought while running wildly, getting as far away from the enemy camp as possible.
The young master had something on him, and he kept poking An Ning's back, which was so hard.
Judging from the shape, it might be a medal.
I really couldn't carry this young man anymore, so I threw the medal away and brought it back to the Duke... I feel like I've completed part of the task.
This young man was also unlucky. He went to the battlefield wearing a handsome military officer's uniform and a large medal. However, he encountered a huge defeat. His fortune and life depended on An Ning, a passerby who suddenly appeared.
An Ning ran away while thinking wildly.
He has already run through three "way points", but the next way point still appears in the distance.
This system really doesn't show how far away the waypoint is, just hanging An Ning in the distance.
As An Ning ran, he was worried about whether he would encounter the enemy's cavalry. After all, he was running on a wide plain with few trees. If it were daytime, the cavalry would be able to see him from a long distance away.
——Hope that the enemy's cavalry is also celebrating the victory with the infantry.
An Ning ran through another navigation path point.
At this time, his strength was gradually exhausted and he could no longer run. He looked back and found that the bonfire of the enemy camp was far away in the horizon, so he found a bush on the side of the road, put down the young master, and leaned against it
Bush rest.
At this time the young master woke up: "...water..."
An Ning took out the water bag and took a big sip to quench his thirst before handing it to the young master.
The water in this water bag has a strange smell, but An Ning can't care so much now.
The young master took a sip of water, then smacked his mouth while returning the water bag to An Ning.
"What's your name?" the young master asked An Ning in a clear and weak teenage voice, "The Tolestell family must repay their kindness and pay their debts."
——There are still debts that must be paid. Are you a Lannister?
Complaints are complaints, An Ning still started to think about how to reply, and then he discovered that he actually had memories of this life, but he had been suppressed by the fierce war and nervous escape before, so he didn't notice them.
It's 1780 in this world.
An Ning's name in this life is Andy Frost. He lives in Caen and his father is a leather craftsman.
The son of a leatherworker played a marching drum in the army - quite reasonable. Maybe the head of the marching drum that An Ning threw away was tanned by An Ning's father himself.
In addition, Andy and An Ning have similar pronunciations and can be used interchangeably.
So An Ning - no, Andy whispered: "My name is Andy Frost, and I am the son of a cobbler."
"Really, I am the third son of the Tolestel family, Crozier de Torestaire. You can call me Crozier. My father is the Duke of Orleans..."
An Ning: "I understand, Mr. Tolestell."
Although they said they could call her by her first name, An Ning still decided to be cautious. After all, she had just traveled through time and was unfamiliar with the place. What if she violated the taboo?
Crotz seemed a little dissatisfied with An Ning's reaction, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to look at the wilderness behind him: "I came to experience the battlefield... I thought this would be a glorious victory."
An Ning shrugged.
If it was the Seven Years' War, it would not be a shame to lose to Frederick the Great's Prussian army. The problem is that An Ning vaguely remembers that it is already 1780. If this is the Seven Years' War, is it too late to fight?
Could it be that the historical processes in parallel time and space are different?
No matter what, whether it is something like the Seven Years' War or not, what does it have to do with An Ning, a drum-playing military band?
An Ning only wants to do one thing right now, to escape back to his own people, and then see how Tollestair is able to repay his kindness.
It's best to keep yourself away from the battlefield.
An Ning recalled this morning's experience again, and the horror of the battlefield once again gripped his mind.
The desire to escape the war that had arisen at that time struck again.
——I never want to go to the battlefield again in this life!
Just when An Ning was thinking this, a red arrow suddenly popped up in his field of vision.
An Ning, an old game player, saw this situation and immediately realized that there were enemies around him.
He immediately turned around and faced the direction of the red arrow, and at the same time drew out the young Master Tollestaire's saber that he had always carried.
At this time, gaps in the clouds appeared in the sky, and the moonlight fell from the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the five figures in front of An Ning.
At first glance, these five people are wearing military uniforms, but if you look closely, you will find that these military uniforms are not the same. Some of them are wearing officer's white tights on their lower bodies, but their upper bodies are in private gray military uniforms, and they also have grenadier's dog skins on their heads.
cap.
There is no doubt that this is a group of bandits who make a fortune by looting the battlefield.
The leader of the robbers was wearing an officer's jacket, with a bunch of medals hanging on his chest, as well as the half-moon dog tags of two officers.
It is unknown how many officers were looted.
"Oh, this personal guard is so loyal." The bandit leader wearing a medal grinned, and the moonlight illuminated his gapped teeth, "But will your master give you a piece of cake? Why not join us and take him
If you rob him, he must have gold coins on him, we will share them with you..."
The leader turned his head and looked at his subordinates. He seemed to be nodding at a wave of heads before saying, "I'll give you one-fifth."
Immediately, a robber joked: "Boss, you forgot to count yourself. It's one-sixth..."
"Shut up! Didn't you see that I was negotiating with someone?" The leader glared at the speaker, then looked at the knife-wielding An Ning, "How about it, think about it?"
Another robber with a pitchfork grinned: "Come on, he doesn't understand what we are saying."
But An Ning understood. After hearing what the robber said, he realized that the other person was speaking German, and he understood the other person's German as well as Chinese.
——So this is also my plug-in?
An Ning spoke: "I understand what you are talking about."
"Wow," the bandit leader looked surprised, "it seems that the officer has a follower who understands German. He is prepared for the worst. How about you consider the proposal we just made?"
An Ning is indeed considering it.
Of the five men on the other side, except for two who held pitchforks, the rest held knives or bayonets removed from guns. He only had a saber.
It's obvious that you can't do it with the other side. At this time, you should——
Soon after that, An Ning heard the sound of a flintlock gun being cocked behind her.
Behind him was only Young Master Crotz, who was resting against a tree——
The next moment, a gunshot rang out.
I don't know where the bullet went, but none of the five people seemed to have been shot.
The bandit leader roared "Fuck them! Kill them!", brandished the knife in his hand and rushed towards An Ning.
At this moment, An Ning entered bullet time, just like in the Assassin's Creed series of games. In the game, as long as you press the correct button within the bullet time, you can use beautiful defensive counterattacks to kill the enemy instantly!
Of course, this simple and crude system has disappeared in the latest Assassin's Creed games.
But this does not affect the peaceful body's ability to move flexibly.
He used the saber in his hand to deflect the bandit leader's knife, and then sealed his throat with a clean sword.
The bandit leader clutched his neck and knelt on the ground, struggling to speak, but in the end he only made a weak hissing sound from his throat that was gushing blood.
The bandit leader just hissed and fell to the ground.
This process happened so fast that several gangsters who were about to charge were stunned on the spot, staring blankly at the leader who fell to the ground.
An Ning shouted angrily in German: "Who else!"
Several bandits looked at each other in confusion, and then the two with the pitchforks took the lead to run away. When the other two saw this, they also dropped their bayonets and turned around to run away.
"Don't run!" Crotz stood up with the gun and continued to load it anxiously. As a result, when he tore the gunpowder package, his hand shook and all the gunpowder was spilled.
An Ning held down the young master's reloading hand: "Are you crazy? Shooting may attract the enemy! You can also see the fire in the enemy's camp from here!"
"But... these bandits seem to have killed many officers and soldiers..."
"Come on! Even if you shoot, you can't hit them. Shooting with the accuracy of a flintlock gun at night like this is almost like a lottery!" An Ning grabbed the pistol and glared at the young master, "You want to go back alive?
, just listen to me. We have to continue our journey tonight!"
The young master pursed his lips, remained silent for a few seconds and then nodded: "Okay! I'll listen to you."
He paused, then suddenly showed an expression of reverence: "Are you really just a military musician? Your swordsmanship just now was very beautiful!"
——Of course she’s beautiful, that’s because I cheated.
An Ning made a serious face: "I only know a little about swordsmanship."
As he spoke, An Ning put the knife back into its sheath, and then began to look at the pistol that had just been snatched from the young master's hand.
The moment he picked up the pistol, the weapon icon in the corner of his field of vision turned into a pistol.
He fiddled with the pistol, then raised it in the direction where the bandit had just escaped, and then the crosshair appeared.
At this moment, An Ning knew a little bit about his cheat.