King's Landing in France

Tucao returned to Tucao, An Ning still began to think about how to reply, and then he found that he actually had the memory of this life, but he had been suppressed by the hot war and nervous escape before, so he didn't notice it.

The year is 1780 in this world.

The name of An Ning's life is Andy Frost, he lives in Caen, and his father is a leather craftsman.

The son of a leather craftsman, he played marching drums in the army - quite reasonable, maybe the head of the marching drum lost by An Ning was tanned by An Ning's father himself.

In addition, Andy and Anning have similar pronunciations, and they can be used interchangeably.

So Anning—no, Andy whispered, "My name is Andy Frost, the son of a cobbler."

"Is that so? I am the third son of the Tolestel family, Crotz de Tolestel. You can call me Crotz. My father is the Duke of Orleans..."

An Ning: "Understood, Mr. Tollestel."

Although people said that you can call her by name directly, An Ning still decided to be more cautious. After all, she just traveled through time and was unfamiliar with the place of life, so what should I do if I break the taboo?

Crotz seemed a little dissatisfied with An Ning's reaction, but he didn't say anything, but turned his head to look at the wilderness behind him: "I'm here to experience the battlefield... I thought this would be a brilliant victory."

An Ning shrugged.

If it was the Seven Years' War, the Prussian army that lost to Frederick the Great was not ashamed.The problem is that An Ning vaguely remembers that it is already 1780. If this is the Seven Years' War, isn't it too late?

Could it be that the historical process of parallel time and space is different?

It doesn't matter, whether it is the Seven Years War or not, has nothing to do with An Ning, a military musician playing drums.

An Ning only wants one thing now, to flee back to his own people, and then see how Tollestair will repay his kindness.

It is best to keep yourself away from the battlefield.

An Ning recalled this morning's experience again, and the horror of the battlefield gripped his mind again.

The desire to escape from the war that had sprouted at that time struck again.

——I don’t want to go to the battlefield again in this life!

Just as An Ning was thinking this, a red arrow suddenly jumped out of his vision.

Veteran game player An Ning saw this situation and immediately realized that there were enemies around.

He immediately turned to face the direction of the red arrow, and at the same time drew out the saber of young master Tollestel that he had been carrying all along.

At this time, a gap appeared in the cloudy sky, and the moonlight fell from the gap, illuminating the five figures in front of An Ning.

At first glance, these five people are wearing military uniforms, but upon closer inspection, they are all different uniforms. Some of them are wearing officer’s white leggings on the lower body, while the upper body is the gray military uniform of a private soldier, and there is a grenadier’s dog skin on their head. cap.

There is no doubt that this is a gang of rogues who have made a fortune by looting the battlefield.

The leading robber was wearing an officer's jacket, with a bunch of medals hanging on his chest in a mess, and two officers' half-moon dog tags.

It is unknown how many officers were looted.

"Oh, this personal bodyguard is really loyal." The bandit leader with a medal grinned, and the moonlight illuminated his broken teeth, "But will your master give you a son? Why don't you join us and send him If he stole it, he must have gold coins on him, we will share it with you..."

The boss turned his head and glanced at his subordinates. He seemed to be nodding a wave of people's heads before saying, "One-fifth for you."

Immediately, a robber joked: "Boss, you forgot to count yourself. It's one-sixth..."

"Shut up! Don't you see I'm negotiating with someone!" The leader glared at the speaker, then looked at An Ning who was holding the knife, "How about it, think about it?"

Another robber with a pitchfork grinned, "Come on, he can't understand what we're saying."

But An Ning understood. After hearing what the robber said, he realized that the other party was speaking German, and he understood the other party's German as if he understood Chinese.

——So this is also my hack?

An Ning said, "I can understand what you are talking about."

"Wow," the bandit leader showed surprise, "It seems that the officer master has a entourage who understands German, and he has prepared for the worst. How about it, consider our proposal just now?"

An Ning is indeed thinking about it.

Of the five opponents, except for two with pitchforks, the rest of them carried knives or bayonets removed from their guns, and he had only a saber.

It's obvious that you can't work hard on the other side, at this time you should—

When it was too late, An Ning heard the sound of the hammer of the flintlock being opened behind him.

Behind him is only the young master Klotz resting against the tree——

The next moment, the gun went off.

The bullet flew to nowhere, anyway, none of the five people seemed to be shot.

The bandit leader roared "Fuck! Kill them!", brandishing the knife in his hand, he rushed towards An Ning.

At this moment, An Ning entered the bullet time, just like in the Assassin's Creed series of games, in the game, as long as you press the correct button during the bullet time, you can use a beautiful defensive counterattack to instantly kill the enemy!

Of course, this simple and crude system disappeared in the latest few Assassin's Creeds.

But this did not affect An Ning's body to move flexibly.

He opened the bandit leader's knife with the saber in his hand, and then sealed his throat cleanly with a sword.

The bandit leader knelt down on the ground clutching his neck, struggling to speak, but Zizi's blood-spitting throat finally let out a weak hiss.

The bandit leader fell to the ground with a hissing sound.

This process happened so quickly that several gangsters who were about to rush forward were all stunned, staring blankly at the leader who fell to the ground.

An Ning shouted angrily in German: "Who else!"

Several rogues looked at each other in blank dismay, and then the two with the pitchforks ran away first, and the other two also dropped the bayonets in their hands and ran away.

"Don't run!" Klotz stood up holding the gun, and continued to reload impatiently. As a result, his hand shook when he tore off the gunpowder bag, 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 still see the fire in the enemy's camp from here!"

"But... these rogues seem to have killed many officers and soldiers..."

"Come on! Even if you shoot, you won't be able to hit them. Fire with the precision of a flintlock gun at such a night, it's like drawing a lottery!" An Ning grabbed the pistol and stared at the young master, "You want to go back alive , just listen to me. We have to continue on our way tonight!"

The young master pursed his lips, was silent for a few seconds and then nodded: "Okay! I'll listen to you."

He paused, and then suddenly showed a respectful expression: "Are you really just a military musician? Your swordsmanship just now is very beautiful!"

——Of course it’s beautiful, that’s because I started it.

An Ning raised her face: "I just know a little about swordsmanship."

Speaking of which, An Ning put the knife back into the scabbard, and then began to look at the pistol that was snatched from the young master just now.

The moment he picked up the pistol, the weapon icon in the corner of his vision turned into a pistol.

He fiddled with the pistol, then raised the gun in the direction where the bandits fled just now, and then the front sight appeared.

At this moment, An Ning knew a little bit about her cheating.

Chapter 003 A Different View of Money

In order to confirm her thoughts, An Ning touched the wound on her head.

Sure enough, after running all the way down, the wound has healed, and now there is only scabbed blood to the touch, and there is no pain at all.

He exerted a little force, and a piece of the scabbed blood was removed. It stands to reason that the exposed part should bleed again.

But that didn't happen.

The wound has healed.

This should be the same breath and blood recovery system as in FPS games. As long as you don't get hit continuously, find a place to hide and take a breath, and you can recover your vitality.

It's just that the breathing time is not as long as a few seconds in the game.

For an injury of the degree of head ricochet, An Ning estimated that it would take more than a day to recover. As for other more serious injuries, it may take longer to recover.

But this does not mean that An Ning can sit back and relax.

After all, breathing blood recovery in the game is different from being invincible. As long as you receive lethal damage once, you will still die.

In other words, if the gunshot wound to the head this morning hadn't been blown off his skull, he would have to confess.

Sure enough, I still need to find a reason to stay away from the battlefield.

It's best to find a position that can strategize in the rear, make war fortune, and make a fortune in peace and stability.

In order to achieve this goal, the young master of the Duke's family, Klotz, must be sent to the Duke—yes, the task has been clearly stated, and it is only when he is sent to the Duke that it is over, not just sending him back to his own front.

An Ning put away his flintlock pistol, knelt down and began to feel for the torn pocket of the bandit leader. Soon he found a few biscuits and handed one to Crotz.

Immediately afterwards, he rummaged through another pocket while eating biscuits, and took out a pocket watch and several gold coins from it.

An Ning put the pocket watch and gold coins in her pocket, then glanced at the young master, fearing that he would dislike her behavior of searching for corpses.

However, Klotz was struggling with dry and hard biscuits, frowning, and had no time for peace.

An Ning felt relieved, threw the rest of the biscuit into her mouth, and began to chew without hindrance—strange to say, it was completely fine to chew this biscuit by herself, but she was a little thirsty.

An Ning touched a few other pockets, and after making sure that the pockets were all empty, he took off the ID card and medal from the bandit leader, then took off the dead man's shirt and hugged it, making a bundle and putting it on his shoulders.

Who knows if money will be used on the way to escape, and these medals and badges are kept, maybe they can be exchanged for money.

After finishing this step, An Ning was about to leave when she suddenly found that the shoes on the gangster's feet were pretty good, much better than her rotten shoes.

So he took off his boots, gestured on his feet, and changed into them after confirming that they could be worn.

——Okay, the first battle result after searching for time travel.

An Ning stood up, turned her head and asked the young master: "Young master... 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 after dawn. Before that, we should get as close to our army as possible."

An Ning said this a little unconfidently.

The French army has been defeated, who knows if our army can be found, or they will have to go all the way back to their country.

——Yes, France went abroad to fight this time, and fought a big defeat on other people's land.

Those rogues just now spoke German. From the perspective of the North Germans, this group of thieves is still here to intercept and kill the righteous soldiers of the invading army.

An Ning supported the young master, and dragged him forward as he staggered.

The young master suddenly asked: "It's so dark, do you know how to go?"

An Ning: "I probably know, let's take a step and see."

In fact, he knows exactly how to go, after all, there are mission path points to guide him.

But he had to pretend to be lucky.

The young master nodded, and after walking a few more steps, he asked An Ning again: "The sword technique you used to kill the robber just now..."

"To be honest, it's just adapting to the situation. Mr. Tollestel, 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 saliva," An Ning said.

He is not too happy to talk about the sword technique he just demonstrated. After all, he really has never learned it, and he just cheated on it. If the young master thinks he is a master of swordsmanship, it will be bad for him to reveal his secrets in the future.

Master Crotz shut up.

But he didn't close it for long.

Crotz: "Mr. Frost, what you did just now was really 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 should have been guarding me all the time, but he ran away after the first round of shooting."

An Ning: "After you were left behind, did you fight until the end?"

"No, I was stunned by the cannon while I turned to call my orderly. And you, Mr. Frost?"

——I was shot in the head and then bounced, and then I recovered my life by breathing through the plug-in.

An Ning: "I was also stunned. Also, let me tell you one thing, I am actually just a military musician playing drums. You should be able to tell by looking at my clothes."

An Ning told the truth, first of all, it can be seen from the military uniform, there is no need to hide it, and second, after knowing that he is a military musician, Crotz will probably not insist on thinking that An Ning is a swordsman with secret sword skills.

This era should be quite superstitious, and An Ning didn't want to be seen as having cheats on her body.

Unexpectedly, Crotz admired him even more: "A military musician is so brave. It's a waste of you being a military musician. When we return to the army, please be my follower."

An Ning thought that this is exactly what I want, I want to send you back to your father all the time, the role of follower is just right.

At this time, a line of words suddenly popped up in the lower right corner of An Ning's field of vision: [Clots de Tolestel's trust in you has been greatly improved, and now his favorability for you is admiration. 】