To confirm his thoughts, An Ning touched the wound on his head.
Sure enough, after running all the way, the wound had healed, and now there was only scabbed blood to the touch, and I couldn't feel any pain at all.
He exerted a little force, and a piece of the scab was pulled off. Logically speaking, the exposed part should bleed again.
But that didn't happen.
The wound has healed.
This should be the same breathing and blood recovery system as in FPS games. As long as you don't get hit continuously, you can find a place to hide and take a breather, and you can regain your vitality.
It's just that this breathing time is not as long as a few seconds in the game.
An Ning would probably need more than a day to recover from an injury as severe as a ricochet to the head. As for other more serious injuries, I'm afraid the recovery time would be even longer.
But this does not mean that peace can rest easy.
After all, the breath recovery and invincibility in the game are different. As long as you receive fatal damage at one time, you will still die.
In other words, if the gunshot wound to my head this morning hadn't been caused by the bullet popping off my skull, I would have had to answer for it.
Sure enough, I still need to find a reason to stay away from the battlefield.
It's best to find a position where you can strategize at the rear, make war fortune, and make a fortune safely.
In order to achieve this goal, Crotz, the young master of the Duke's family, must be sent to the Duke - yes, the mission has been clearly stated. It ends when he is sent to the Duke, not just sending him back to his own front.
An Ning put away the flintlock pistol, squatted down and started to touch the torn bandit leader's pocket. Soon he found a few biscuits and handed one to Crotz.
Then he rummaged through another pocket while eating biscuits, and took out a pocket watch and several gold coins.
An Ning put the pocket watch and gold coins in his pocket, then glanced at the young master, fearing that he would resent her behavior of searching for corpses.
However, Crotz was struggling with the dry and hard biscuits, frowning, and had no time to care about peace.
An Ning was relieved, threw the remaining biscuit into his mouth, and chewed it without any problems - strangely enough, he had no problem chewing the biscuits, but he was a little thirsty.
An Ning touched a few more pockets, and after making sure they were all empty, he took off the identity tag and medals from the bandit leader, then took off the dead man's shirt and hugged him, making it into a bundle and placing it on his shoulders.
You never know if you will need money on the way to escape. Keep these medals and medals, maybe you can use them in exchange for money.
After completing this step, An Ning was about to leave when she suddenly realized that the shoes on the bandit leader's feet were quite good, much better than his own crappy shoes.
So he took off his boots, made some gestures on his feet to make sure they could be worn, and happily put them on.
——Okay, this is the first result after searching for time travel.
An Ning stood up and turned to ask the young master: "Master, can you... can you still leave now?"
The young master nodded: "My feet... no, I can walk!"
"Okay, I'll support you. The enemy's cavalry may be patrolling at dawn. Before that, we should get as close as possible to our army."
An Ning said this with a bit of unconfidence.
The French army has been defeated. Who knows whether they can still find our army? Maybe they will have to go all the way back to their home country.
——Yes, France went abroad to fight this time and suffered a huge defeat on someone else's land.
Those bandits just spoke German. From the perspective of the North Germans, this group of thieves were still martyrs who came to intercept and kill the invading army.
An Ning helped the young master up and pulled him forward staggeringly.
The young master suddenly asked: "It's so dark, do you know how to go?"
An Ning: "I probably know, just take it step by step."
In fact, he knew exactly how to go. After all, there were mission waypoints to guide him.
But he must pretend to try his luck.
The young master nodded, and after walking a few steps, he asked An Ning again: "The sword technique you used to kill the robber just now..."
"Honestly, I'm just adapting to circumstances. Mr. Tolestel, we don't have much water, and we don't know how long it will take to get supplies. It's best to save some water." An Ning said.
He was not willing to talk more about the swordsmanship he had just shown. After all, he had never learned it, he was just cheating. It would be bad if the young master thought he was a master of swordsmanship and the secret was exposed in the future.
Master Crotz shut up.
But he didn't stay closed for long.
Crotz: "Mr. Frost, your performance just now was truly heroic! You must be an experienced sergeant..."
——No, no, I'm just a drummer.
Crotz: "I have always wanted to have a heroic guard like you. My orderly was supposed to be by my side all the time, but he ran away after the first round of firing."
An Ning: "After you were left behind, did you still fight until the end?"
"No, I was knocked unconscious by the cannon when I turned to call to my orderly. What about you, Mr. Frost?"
——I was shot in the head and ricocheted, and then I relied on a plug-in to regenerate blood and save my life.
An Ning: "I was also stunned. Also, let me tell you one thing. I am actually just a military musician who plays drums. You should be able to tell by looking at my clothes."
An Ning told the truth. Firstly, it can be seen by looking at the military uniform, so there is no need to hide it. Secondly, after knowing that he is a military musician, Crotz will probably not insist that An Ning is some kind of swordsman with secret swordsmanship.
This era must be quite superstitious, and An Ning doesn't want to be seen with cheats on her body.
Unexpectedly, Crotz was even more impressed: "A military musician is so brave. It's such a waste for you to be a military musician. When we return to the army, please be my follower."
An Ning thought to herself that this is exactly what I want. I want to send you back to your father all the time. The status of follower is just right.
At this time, a line of text suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of An Ning's vision: [Croz de Tolestel's trust in you has greatly increased, and now his favorability towards you is worship.]
An Ning raised his eyebrows. He just used a block and counterattack in front of the young master to boost his reputation to admiration?
Is it because this young master is inexperienced?
No matter what, the Great Revolution probably hasn't broken out in France at this time. It's a good thing to have a noble young man worshiping him.
Tranquility is hope now. After returning to the army, this young master should not run to the front line again. He does not want to experience hell like today again.
At this time, Crotz asked An Ning again: "Mr. Frost, why did you go to the battlefield?"
An Ning didn't frown, the young master's question seemed very otherworldly.
"Why else?" An Ning asked the young master, "Aside from not being able to afford the tax exemption for military service, what other reasons can there be?"
While answering this, An Ning recalled the scene when he joined the army in his mind. At that time, his mother and sister were reduced to tears, and his father, a cobbler, had a gloomy face and kept chewing tobacco.
According to the king's order, every family must send a male to participate in the war, otherwise he will have to pay a high immunity tax, so An Ning had no choice but to join the king's army and became a military musician.
Crotz was slightly embarrassed: "Uh... I'm sorry..."
An Ning shook her head gently.
After that, the two of them walked on in silence until the horizon turned slightly white.
At this time, An Ning saw a farmhouse appearing in front of her. A farmer was opening the door of the farmhouse to let the cows out to graze.
An Ning: "Young Master, are you thirsty?"
"A bit..."
"Where's your belly?"
Crotz's stomach made a strong growling sound.
An Ning: "Okay, let's go to the farmhouse to see if we can buy some food and water."
"Okay, I have a few crowns of silver coins." Crotz took out the crowns from his pocket and handed them to An Ning. "I'll leave them to you. I don't speak German."
An Ning originally wanted to use the money he collected yesterday to buy it, but of course he had no objection if the young master was willing to pay.
However, Crotz's concept of money is obviously different from An Ning, a commoner. In An Ning's perception, the main unit of currency is "su", and there is no need for currency units such as krona and livre.
Coins are also measured in sous.
The young master took out the silver coins and got krona.
I'm just buying some supplies, where can I get silver coins like crowns...
An Ning murmured as she took the silver coins, then helped the young master sit down on the roadside, and then strode towards the farmhouse.