The artillery fire continued to cut through the twilight, and by the light of the fire, the British cavalry drew their swords and rushed to the rebel line.

The rebels were easily recognizable in their white Turkish uniforms, and the cavalry marched forward in the center of the artillery fire on both sides, charging into the rebel artillery positions under the orders of Major General Druli Law, and the enemy's Remington loaded their bayonets, and after a chaotic round of fire, the line was broken by the Guards cavalry in blue uniforms. In the bloody scuffle, Lieutenant Thomson stabbed the 1874 cavalry officer's sword into the cheek of a rebel artilleryman, but before he could pull it out, he was besieged by two enemies, and before he could pull out his carbine to return fire, he smashed the wooden water bottle hanging on his body to one of the opponents' turbans, and saw that the other enemy tried to cut his reins, but cut the blood vessels in the horse's neck, this violent attack caused Lieutenant Thomson's black war horse to lose its balance and throw him off the horse's back. In the darkness of the night, the scattered lines of the rebels began to retreat, and Lieutenant Thomson was plunged into darkness beside the captured artillery and the fallen horses.

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Autumn England was bleak, and the disaster of the year had already been harbinged by the comets, the fall of the three kings of the north, the fall of the states, and the boundless blood of the essence of the annihilation, which made people curse this disaster star. In the midst of this chaos, Bishop Stigander finally gave up all hope and decided to meet the enemy who was creating death and ruins, and he understood that in order to appease the wrath of the great enemy, there was one man who had to be surrendered.

Lieutenant Thomson fell asleep, and in a dream he returned to the wilderness of his native Norwich, and he remembered that he had fought near Suez a second, but the scene in the dream was so real that even the bells kept ringing in his ears, and he felt a pain in his head, so he opened his eyes in the sound of the bells.

Strangely, he was not on the battlefield, nor in the wilderness of his homeland, but in an old house, and he seemed to be able to hear people outside, Thomson remembered that he had been slightly wounded, but this was obviously not a field hospital, but a house in a frontline town in Canada. He saw that his clothes had also changed, and it turned out to be a red robe with a delicate embroidered collar, and hell, he cursed. The lieutenant felt more and more abnormal, and suddenly he realized that his beard was gone! While touching his face, he looked around for mirrors, and he went out the door, into an outer hall, and began to look for mirrors everywhere, but saw an old man in a splendid robe walking towards him, and he saluted and spoke, but he spoke in a strange language, and Thomson tentatively asked, "Do you speak English?" The old man was very strange when he heard his words—although the king had grown up in Hungary, now he clearly spoke a language other than that people.

After a long conversation, Thomson finally found a language he could recognize: Latin, which he had hated since elementary school. Although the other party still needs to carefully identify his pronunciation, he can finally communicate formally, but what puzzles him is that the other party claims to speak West Saxon and can also speak English, but when the other party says "English", he still can't understand, so the old man said that the Mercian people speak such "English", Thomson understood for a long time, and finally realized that what the other party said was Old English that he didn't know anything about.

Thomson felt that even Her Majesty would not be so eccentric, and that the professor of linguistics in front of him must have a very strange temper, and in any case, although the old man was very shocked that Thomson had forgotten his native language, there seemed to be something more important at the moment, so he quickly put aside the topic and said directly to Thomson in Latin: "My lord, the counts have not kept their promises, they have difficulty protecting our land, and now the only option left is to give in to the enemy." Thomson shook his head, indicating that he did not understand what he was saying. The old man, apparently thinking that the king was not going to give in, looked embarrassed, and continued to persuade: "I hope you will think again about the safety of your mother and sister, you are already the only Cerdicingas left, and for the sake of this ancient bloodline, you can only bow your knees to the duke." Thomson had no idea what Chedi Zingas was, and could not answer, but he noticed something terrible, and from a delicate silver plate inlaid with a cross in the hall he saw his own face—the face of another man, the face of a young man.

As a soldier, Thomson did not completely lose his temper, but he still asked the old man in front of him in shock, "Who am I?" The old man was puzzled for a long time, and finally suspected that the king was crazy, but he remained silent, and the old man in the green robe replied calmly: "You are the son of Edward, the noble royal family of Wessex, our king of Edgar. ”

Thomson was stunned, King! In addition to Her Majesty Queen Victoria, when did the country have a king? Is this man crazy! Lieutenant Thomson felt as if he had fallen into a rabbit hole, and everything he saw and heard was so ridiculous that he had become a teenager without an adult, and he was called a king! Even if he had been wounded in the Crimea, using opium tincture for some time, he had never seen such absurd visions. Pinching himself and seeing that it was not a dream, he decided to continue asking the old man, "Where the hell am I?" He replied, "Of course you are in Kingston, my lord." Lieutenant Thomson went on to confirm: "Close to the Thames? Receiving an affirmative answer, he asked, "What date is it?" "It's four days before Christmas, my lord."

Thomson looked around at the furnishings and tried to ask, "What year is it?" ”

The old man looked at him in astonishment, but replied, "A.D. 1066, my lord." ”

Thomson almost thought he was joking, 1066? I woke up in 1882 and became 1066, is this a novel by Verne or Carroll?