The wind was strong, like an arrow breaking through the air......

When I opened my eyes, a small dot in my line of sight was getting closer and closer......

"Is this a dream? But why can I smell the pungent smell of smoke in the air......"

"Randy!"

A dark figure suddenly appeared in front of me, raised a shield, and I heard the sound of tooth-aching metal crashing, and I watched as the steel shield, which was less than a centimeter away from my nose, was smashed into a sharp bump.

The man who saved me disappeared with a whoosh like he came, and I finally had the opportunity to experience the real dream I was in up close.

I'm dripping mom! This dream is too real!

Obviously, this is a battlefield, and judging by the facial features and attire of the samurai who fought together, this is certainly not China.

The gorgeous Black Forest set is like a popular medieval-themed American drama, and the towering trees feel the same as the real ones to the touch.

All kinds of noisy sounds in my ears......

The neighing of horses......

The clash of swords......

The sound of arrows breaking through the air at a rapid pace......

The screams of the dying man are exhausted......

The shouts of various orders all show the work attitude of European and American TV drama workers, as well as the business pursuit of excellence.

But now the question is, how the hell did I get here?

Reality dream show? Although my head is still a little dizzy now, I clearly remember that a few hours ago, I was still brushing my teeth and washing my face and sleeping step by step, and I hadn't even watched the NBA game that day.

As a cross-century young man, I have clearly summarized the following conclusions for myself:

First: I crossed over.

Second: I seem to have really crossed over.

Third: I really crossed the special code.

Now everything is clear, from the 21st century in 2012, I successfully passed through the time wormhole predicted by Mr. Stephen Hawking, and came to a certain time in ancient times, or a parallel universe.

Judging from the clothes and fighting methods of the people in front of them, at least before gunpowder was invented, and it was not China that was very sad, but the ****** that could have this level of civilization at the same time was either the territory or ancient Europe.

It is clear that this is Europe, and the soldiers are not wearing the strange helmets of Roman soldiers, which means that the current time period should be after the collapse of the Roman Empire and before the European Renaissance, so it is almost certain that this era is the Middle Ages!

One of the most crucial points is that in this great wave of national crossing, I am neither a top student of the Polytechnic nor a nerd who is familiar with history, and unfortunately my major is Chinese language and literature, which can be said to be useless in the Middle Ages.

So I came to a conclusion: I was trapped!

Living the great spirit of being at peace when you have come, while glad that no gentleman wanted to attack me during the time I was in a daze, while dragging the long sword everywhere looking for a place to play dead.

Just as I was running around like a headless fly, my sensitive sixth sense alerted me to danger, and on my way appeared a heavily armed knight, judging by his fine and bloodless armor, the other party was either a master who killed a man in ten steps and did not leave a thousand miles behind, or a soft egg who fled for his life like me.

Wisely, I immediately chose the former, because when the other party saw me, he shouted the name of the god in a loud voice, and rode his horse towards me.

"Big brother, can you report your name!"

Faced with this situation, I thought a lot......

The harmonious life of the socialist motherland, the steaming lo noodles made by the mother, the ecstatic eyes of the teachers in the island country, the beautiful women at the front desk of the company opposite, and of course, there are more thoughts about life or death.

"Oops! Two legs can't outrun four legs, and I'm dead! ”

In the blink of an eye, the knight on the horse was less than five paces away from me, and he held the sword in one hand, and the cold edge of the long sword had pierced deep into my hair follicles, and I couldn't help but have a cold war, and it was this cold war that made me remember that I was still alive.

"It's out!"

It was too late, so I bowed down vigorously, drew the dagger from my waist, and prostrated sideways to avoid the horse's charge, and then stabbed the dagger in my hand into the horse's belly.

I didn't have time to care about whether it had caused effective damage to the enemy's war horse, I only heard the wail of the war horse behind me, and I lacked combat quality, and I had already rolled to the side in a panic.

After a few minutes, my whole body ached, and I struggled to get up and looked back......

The splendid knight, who had no time to get out of his heavy armor, was crushed by the dead horse, and was now howling miserably, as if he had broken a few ribs.

"Randy!"

Thanks to this dude, I have been shouting this name since I appeared, and I also let me know my identity, my current name is -『Randy』.

"Randy, your position is too far forward, and the enemy knights could encircle our flanks at any time."

The old man ran to my side as he spoke, kindly reminded me, looked at the knight who had fallen in front of me, and then let out an extremely ugly exclamation: "This ...... This is...... Count Trier! ”

"What's that?"

I'm a little ignorant, I don't know how I understand their language, and it seems that I've also gained one of the passive skills of the traverser, self-familiarization.

"Let's move him out quickly, the knights of the enemy army are coming soon, as long as we have this trump card in our hands, this war is over."

After saying that, he pulled me to remove the corpse of the war horse with great difficulty, and left the battlefield with the earl who was already in a semi-comatose state on his back.

Thankfully, finally left.

The war was finally over, and I was standing in a tent, looking at the wrinkled old fellow in front of me, arguing with the Earl whom I had captured, or arguing with him.

All in all, the Earl looked very depressed, and at last he signed his name on a piece of parchment densely covered with letters, and then the knights in the camp drew their swords and pointed to the sky and cheered, as if they had just finished watching **********a movie.

The old guy waved at me, and the gesture was supposed to praise me.

"Randy the Brave, you warlike lion, I thought the war would continue for a while, but I didn't expect you to capture Count Trier, well done!"

The old guy pounded my shoulder very familiarly, and the strength of his hand was not at all as old as his face appeared.

"In order to reward you for your bravery, I have decided to give you the small castle of Corren as a new fief, and you have the right to choose the spoils of war first, and I hope that you will continue to be loyal to the great family of the Count of Ardennes!"

Under the eager gaze of the crowd, I solemnly performed a knightly ritual that is common in movies, and turned and walked out of the camp.

The sun was bloody outside, and the tired soldiers in the camp were still wiping their weapons, and I bit my lip and grimaced at this unknown era.