King's Landing in France

An Ning shook her head: "No, I now have fifty thousand or more Austrians to worry about. They were about to fall into our pockets, but they ran away this morning without looking back."

"You must have scared them away," said the Italian with the mandolin, plucking several chords at once.

An Ning waved her hand, and urged the horse to go forward to the Adige Valley.

As he was walking, he asked Beethoven who was going with him: "Are you familiar with Italian folk songs?"

Beethoven: "Is it a folk song played with mandolin? Although I have never played this instrument, as long as I know one of all the string instruments, the others can be understood by analogy. If you want to use mandolin in your music, I'm going to learn it."

An Ning looked at Beethoven and thought to himself that he is indeed a music saint. You are proficient in musical instruments by category.

He suppressed his desire to complain about the damned genius, and went on to say what he had just thought: "We have Italian troops under our command now, we should write some songs suitable for them, I think the key of local folk songs will degrade them The difficulty of acceptance. Sometimes folk songs have a unique charm, and they are especially suitable for publicity."

Then An Ning began to hum the melody of "Goodbye, Friend". This song was originally a song of Italian guerrillas. In the Yugoslav movie "Bridge", it seems that an Italian guerrilla Zavadoni sang it at the beginning. .

Beethoven listened carefully to the melody and said with a smile, "It's very nice. I don't know what the lyrics are?"

The lyrics that An Ning knew were re-written by Yugoslavia and then re-polished by domestic translators, so he hesitated for a while, but still did not grab the "invention rights" of other people's original lyrics.

The Italian guerrillas still sang this song and hanged Mussolini, this cannot be changed.

So An Ning chose a safe way to say it: "I didn't hear it very clearly, but I heard the phrase 'Bella Chao'."

Beethoven, a German, frowned: "Bella Chao? Uh, it sounds like goodbye in Italian. That's how the beautiful local ladies in the Milan salon I attended recently sent me away."

An Ning raised her eyebrows: "Why did you also go to the beautiful lady's salon?"

Beethoven shrugged: "I'm a musician."

What is this answer?

Are musicians bound to attend beauty salons?

At this time Napoleon interjected: "I actually tried to write some tunes, Ludwig, do you have time to help me take a look?"

An Ning looked at the most capable officer under her command, and frowned slightly at his neglect of duty.

In another time and space, Napoleon liked to write lame, or love stories by himself.

This time and space is good, I changed the composition.

No, he seems to have written it too!You have a lot of hobbies, take it!

Beethoven looked embarrassed: "Okay, I'll take a look sometime."

At this time, the painter David interjected: "Your Excellency, let's put aside the matter of Italian music for the time being. What happened to the Austrians? They just ran away?"

An Ning glanced at David, he had already noticed that painters and musicians were secretly competing to see who could dedicate their talents to the great general (the brackets they thought).

Just talking about music all the time, the painter felt left out.

An Ning: "This is what we are going to find out. I want to take a look at the traces left by the Austrians, and maybe I can find some clues."

Chapter 201 One Turn Celebration Banquet

For the next two hours, An Ning chatted with his entourage while galloping along the Adige Valley.

The terrain in the valley is relatively flat. During the wet season, the Adige River scoured out a fairly large flat riverbank. Although there is snow now, the speed of the horses on such ground is not slow.

An Ning, who was far away, saw the black smoke rising from the burning tents of the Austrian army.

Corresponding to the black smoke, the flow of the Adige River next to it has also become much more turbulent. It should be that the Austrian army burned the tents and melted part of the snow.

At noon, An Ning and La Salle, who had gone out to reconnaissance, joined together.

"Tell me, why did the Austrians start to retreat all of a sudden?" An Ning asked La Salle while appeasing the horse that was running and hoofing constantly, patted the horse's neck.

La Salle spread his hands: "I don't know. I swear that the Austrian army seemed to be packing up the tents at a normal pace this morning, but... By the way, I found out that someone might have arrived at the Austrian army camp from the trail in the eastern mountains this morning. I There is evidence!"

Napoleon joked beside him: "He has evidence! My God, the Italian woman you slept with told you last night, right?"

La Salle said angrily, "Even in romantic Italy, beauties don't pop out of the forest."

An Ning: "Maybe it's the fairy of the lake. After all, you can see Lake Garda by climbing Mount San Marco."

Beethoven laughed: "Did the fairy in the lake give La Salle a knife?"

After all, Beethoven was a scholar and knew the story of the Holy Sword of the Lake.

An Ning: "Then I suggest calling this sword the Indestructible Huguang."

Lasalle: "What, what are you talking about, it's a fairy and a lake, what does this lake have to do with it, and the indestructible lake light you just said, this is Latin, you know I don't know Know Latin. I am a hussar, do you understand, hussar! I must not know Latin!"

Would you please apologize to all the hussars.

La Salle continued to shake his head: "Please explain to me in French what you said. My dear sir!"

An Ning thought I couldn't do it, what the hell would I say the indestructible lake light would be translated into Latin.

It stands to reason that it should be translated into Celtic, but this golden finger doesn't understand!

While An Ning was thinking this, La Salle was still serious: "What the hell did you just say? Please have pity on me. If you don't tell me, I won't feel comfortable smoking today!"

An Ning had no choice but to say "the undestroyed lake light" again, and the result was crazy, this time he spoke Scottish Gaelic, which is a language very close to ancient Celtic, which is regarded as Part of Pan-Celtic. "Gael" is actually "Celtic" evolved.

An Ning was surprised when she said it.

The key is that he also knows what language he is speaking. While the translation system translates for him, it will also pour knowledge related to this language into An Ning's mind.

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

No one understands Scottish Gaelic, only Beethoven said hesitantly: "It's a bit like... Old Irish?"

Not to mention, Beethoven really guessed part of it right, and the ancient Irish language also has a certain relationship with the Celtic language.

Seeing everyone's curiosity, An Ning had no choice but to reveal the answer: "It's Celtic, and what I'm talking about here is England...uh, maybe it's Scotland or Ireland... Anyway, it's the legend over there. The sword of Lancelot under King Arthur was given by the fairy of the lake."

I don't know why, but it feels like the lake elves or fairies in England like to forge swords for humans.

In addition, what is interesting is that the French are not far behind. The French knight model Roland also has a holy sword cast by a fairy/fairy in the lake.

It's... very corresponding, as if they are competing.

You have the King of Knights, I have Paladin Roland, you have King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table, and I have Charlemagne's Twelve Paladins.

An Ning briefly introduced the allusion of the lake without regrets, and Napoleon was already admiring: "Andy, you... no, you are really a giant of knowledge!"

In the Chinese context, sometimes deliberately using honorifics like yours gives people the feeling of being yin and yang.

But Napoleon was clearly paying homage for real.

An Ning shrugged: "I just spent the time other people shit on reading books."

This sentence was regarded by everyone as a tease of An Ning's self-effacing, and they burst into laughter.

La Salle also added: "Then you have pulled a lot, no wonder your manor is so fertile."

There is no chemical fertilizer in this era, and excrement is a valuable organic fertilizer. Where there are rural areas, there are high piles of excrement.

David: "Oh my god, I'm going to spit out my breakfast today."

La Salle: "Hahaha, I ate too much this morning and couldn't spit it out. By the way, what we were talking about just now, I remember I was reporting something very important."

An Ning: "You are saying that you found someone who passed through the eastern mountains and reported to the Austrians."

"Oh yes, come with me." Saying that, La Salle got off his horse and walked into the mess left by the Austrians burning their tents.

An Ning dismounted curiously and followed.

The melting snow froze again, making the whole ground very moist. An Ning followed La Salle's footsteps while being careful not to fall.

Finally, La Salle stopped at the starting point of a winding mountain road.

One of La Salle's cavalrymen dismounted and squatted at the intersection.

La Salle: "My subordinate, he was a hunter before he became a hussar."

An Ning: "Hunters as hussars? Why don't you come to my precision marksman company?"

The hussar looked at An Ning and said angrily, "Your Excellency, we all hunt with bows and arrows. Once you shoot, all the prey will fly away."

An Ning: "Okay...so what did you find?"

The hunter pointed to the ground: "A horse has a lame leg on one side. It is likely that it was driven quickly on the rough ground. This horse is completely useless. It is estimated that it cannot be cured. It will be killed for meat."

An Ning: "So, there was an Austrian on a lame horse who came to inform Wumze, and then Wumze ran away?"

An Ning looked at the surrounding officers, and everyone nodded slightly.

"La Salle," An Ning looked at his cavalry king, "How many officers under Beaulieu's men have you captured? I mean, he can command a division, and his rank and experience are enough to convince Wumze."

La Salle: "Vuksevich, he's the only one."

An Ning patted her head hard, why is it him.

In the history of another time and space, Vuksevich was the guy who made Massena suffer. His early morning attack almost blocked Massena at the house of the Italian widow. Ran.

Later, I had to get an extra set of military uniforms, and then command the troops...

An Ning: "Wuksevich brought information, which made Wumze realize that he was in a dangerous situation of dividing troops, and then quickly retreated."

An Ning slammed his fist on the tree and cursed angrily, "Damn it, the duck that reaches its mouth just flew away!"

Napoleon: "Maybe Davout can perform miracles?"

Lasalle: "The side that Davout and the others walked is not as easy to walk as the side of the valley. No matter how strong Davout's marching ability is, he can't stop the enemy before the Austrians retreat."

An Ning cursed again.

Napoleon: "Actually, we didn't suffer a loss. We just won a big victory and wiped out the army of Marshal Beaulieu."

La Salle: "The marshal was also caught. I caught it."

Napoleon: "Yes, it was up to you to catch it. So, Andy, since you can't fight Wumze, let the troops withdraw to rest and have a celebration banquet. The coldest time in northern Italy is coming soon."

Chapter 202 Lana Earns His "Immortal" Title

While General Frost's main force failed to hit the main force of the Austrian army, the resistance of Lana's troops has entered the fourth day.

Early this morning, Lana was patrolling the defense line.

The entire battlefield was filled with an unpleasant stench of corpses, because too many people had died on the battlefield these days, and there was no time to clean the battlefield, so the corpses were all rotting and emitting a stench.

The French soldiers who were still guarding the position looked worse than corpses, dirty and smelly, with bloody faces, and looked like ghosts returning from hell.

As Lana walked, he joked with the soldiers: "Pim, how are you? I didn't see you last evening, so I thought you were honored."

"Hunter, you damned fellow, I'm dying, but you're not hurt at all!"

"Old John, poor old fellow, may he rest in peace in heaven."

Most of the time, the soldiers would reply wearily, and occasionally some who still had enough energy would ask Lana: "Boss, we have been blocking for three days, and today is the fourth day, how long do you want us to block, Your Excellency General. "

"Whether the general won the battle or not, why is there no news yet?"

"Will there be many rewards when we go back this time?"

Lana answered all these questions truthfully: "I don't know, but as long as we stand up, the general will definitely not treat us badly."

These days of fighting, Lana has always stood in the most intense place of the battle, at the forefront. The soldiers nicknamed him "Undead Man", because Lana was left alone in the entire position several times.

Secretly, the soldiers have long spread the word that Lana, like His Excellency the General, is a thorn in the side of Death.

In the past, the soldiers wondered how an apprentice from a dyeing workshop who joined the army not much earlier than everyone else could become the teacher of the big guy.

Now there is a new explanation for this matter: Your Excellency the General, as the enemy of Death, can naturally see who has the quality of immortality, so he reused Lana.

Led by such an immortal commander, this group of people was here in a daze, blocking the attack of tens of thousands of Austrians.

Of course, the Yamajizaki area and the castles left over from ancient times have played a considerable role.

This ancient fortress, with unexpectedly thick walls, was bombarded by the Austrians for several days and only partially collapsed.

The Austrian army tried to rush up the fortress from the collapsed part, but was forced back by the French army in hand-to-hand combat.

The Austrians had never seen such crazy hand-to-hand combat by the French army. Before that, they had almost no experience in hand-to-hand combat, and they were directly defeated by the French army.

And it crashed a dozen times.

Because every time the Austrians retreated, the officers who led the team swarmed back after a few died, so in fact not many people died, and they rushed up after changing officers.

The situation on the French side is much worse. After these days of wheel-to-wheel battles, the French army stationed here has lost 30.00%.

In this era, losing 30.00% of the troops that have not collapsed is already a proper elite.