King's Landing in France

Chapter 202 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 Don't know Latin. I'm a hussar, don't you understand, hussar! I can't understand 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 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."

(End of this chapter)