"Soldier, report your title to the commander!"

"Yes, sir, my name is Sean, a sergeant. ”

"You don't have a last name?"

"Seems to have, oh, it should be, I don't remember......"

"Don't remember?"

"Yes, sir, you know that I have been in a coma for a month with a serious head injury, and I wake up often dizzy and in a trance......

It was a room in a convent-turned-wounded sanatorium in the border town of Als, where sunlight shone through the glass windows and shone on Sean's face.

It was a pale, young and handsome face, the owner was thin and weak, because he was quite tall, and looked like a slender bamboo pole, and he seemed to try to maintain an upright posture, but his body was too weak and crumbling.

Sitting in front of him were three officers in splendid military uniforms, led by a dignified lieutenant colonel officer, majestic and elegant.

The one who had been interrogating Sean was a stern-looking captain sitting to the left of the lieutenant colonel, and to the lieutenant colonel's right sat a young ensign officer, who seemed to have the duties of a clerk.

The lieutenant colonel then spoke, "Sergeant Sean, please sit down and speak. ”

"Okay!"

"Use honorifics to the commander!" the lieutenant's tone was still cold.

"Yes, thank you, sir!" Sean replied quickly.

The lieutenant colonel patted Sean on the shoulder, signaling him not to take it too seriously, and found that Sean's face seemed to be even paler than before, thinking that he was not in good shape enough to support this interrogation.

"Are you alright? Or we'll talk another day? The Imperial Military Command shouldn't ask a soldier who is fighting for his country like he interrogates a prisoner. ”

The lieutenant colonel tried to keep his tone calm and cordial.

Sean Says:

"Thank you, sir, for your concern, I ...... It's ok, it's just ......"

Sean pointed to his head.

The lieutenant colonel's face showed sympathy and sadness: "This war is too tragic, the collapse of the Ars mountain defense line is unexpected by everyone, we have placed too many troops on the defense line, and the surprise attack of the barbarian legion has caught us off guard, so that we do not have enough troops in the rear to defend layer by layer, once it is broken through, the enemy is like no one."

We have lost too many good officers and soldiers, and even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has personally thrown himself into this brutal war, not to mention civilians. Almost every family in the eighteen provinces north of the Longjiang River has held a funeral, and we have witnessed too many tragic events, and we are all a little numb.

Allow me to call you that, Shaun. The information says you had a severe head blow and can't remember anything?"

Sean listened silently, his mind literally blank. Forty-eight hours ago, he was a 21st-century Chinese citizen on Earth with the surname Xiao Mingen.

What kind of world it was, the hell knows, but now he's speaking a language he's never heard of.

"Yes, sir. I can't even remember what my parents were called. Sean climbed along the pole.

"Well, that's right. The lieutenant colonel pursed his lips and glanced at the document on the table in front of him, "The information says that you are the adopted son of a priest surnamed Connelly in Poitou, the capital of the province of Rebia, and was placed at the door of the church about a few days after birth. ”

"Oh. Sean sweated profusely, an unhealthy red appearing on his pale face.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have teased you about this, it's not a gentleman's behavior. The lieutenant colonel said this, but his eyes watched Sean's reaction.

"Sir, I don't know if I should accept your apology or not. Sean shook his head, "I'd appreciate it if you could give me a copy of the information about me." You know, my brain is badly injured, I can't remember anything about the past, and all the information about me will help me regain my memory. ”

The lieutenant colonel nodded, but was noncommittal, and continued to ask:

"Sergeant Sean, you are one of the few surviving soldiers of the 21st Infantry Division. So we would love to know what really happened to Defensive Position 7 at dusk on March 18, 1830. ”

Sean tried to think about it, in fact, not all the memories of this body were blank, but that evening he only remembered the remnant sun like blood, and the tragic shouts of killing.

The lieutenant colonel's questioning was like a fuse, and the infinite information burst into his mind like a movie, causing Sean a headache.

"Sergeant Sean, can you explain to us how you caught a 'Blood Warrior' before you fell unconscious......"

Sean couldn't bear the huge mental pressure, and fainted to the ground under the shocked eyes of the lieutenant colonel and others.

"Call the doctor!"