Lin Zihan shook his head, only feeling a little dizzy. After a while, he realized that the room he was in turned out to be the room in his hometown in the countryside! The snow-white walls, the concrete floor, and the right side of the single bed have a large table filled with various study materials.

Just when he was confused, a girl with baby fat on her face was running to his bed with a ponytail and pulled down the quilt on his body: "Brother, you big lazy worm, you can't get up when the sun is drying your buttocks." Be careful, the college entrance examination can only be admitted to one 'squatting at home' university. ”

Lin Zihan pinched his hand, then looked at the girl in front of him in a daze, and said suspiciously: "Little sister? The girl pouted her bun face unhappily: "Stinky brother, don't you know me either?" It's a shame that I still help you send a message to Sister Meng Yao every day, next time you can go by yourself! ”

Lin Zihan was a little strange, the sister Meng Yao in the mouth of the little sister was none other than the goddess in his mind in high school, and she was from the same village as him. But isn't he the same Wickham of 200 years ago, why is he back at home before the college entrance examination now?

At this time, an ordinary middle-aged woman walked into the room and said to Wickham with loving eyes: "You kid, although the college entrance examination is about to begin, don't always stay up late to read, if you continue like this, your body will collapse before the college entrance examination."

Seeing his mother, who had not suffered from diabetes many years ago, Lin Zihan's eyes were a little moist, and he choked up and shouted: "Mom......" The middle-aged woman smiled, touched Lin Zihan's head and said: "What's wrong with your child today, it's not like you haven't seen me for a long time, why are your eyes red." ”

Lin Zihan just smiled and didn't speak, he couldn't figure out what was going on now, he remembered that not long ago he was still in Europe at the end of the eighteenth century, and now he was back in modern times, or a few months before his college entrance examination! This made him a little confused as to whether it was a dream in England at the end of the eighteenth century, or whether the present scene was a dream.

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In the house of the high priest of the South Xhosa tribe. Yargo looked at the handsome white man who was sweating profusely and had been talking nonsense, and said to Priest Kochibu with some concern: "High Priest, how are His Royal Highness's friends doing now, can they still survive?" "Yargo knew that if this damned white gentleman didn't survive, His Royal Highness would be angry with him.

Using a tooth knife sharpened from ivory, Priest Kochib forcefully scooped out the buckshot from Wickham's body, and then applied some of the mashed herbs to the wound. The most amazing thing is that after those herbs were applied to the wound, Wickham's wound slowly stopped bleeding.

"I have done what I have to do, and now it is up to the will of the sun god. Also, you have to pour him the mutton soup on a regular basis to replenish his strength. With that, the high priest, who was on par with the chief, walked out of the room.

Somewhat reluctantly, Yargo kept replacing the wet cloth from Wickham's forehead, and in his experience, it was generally difficult for people with fever after an injury to survive. In his eyes, this white man was basically indistinguishable from a dead man. But he had to listen to the words of the high priest, so he had to patiently change the wet linen.

Lin Zihan, who was still in a coma, only felt that the little sister and mother at the dinner table suddenly became transparent, and after several changes, they disappeared into the air, and he reached out to grab his mother, but he didn't touch anything!

"Mom, little sister!" Lin Zihan exclaimed, then sat up from the woolen blanket, sweating profusely on his forehead. Lin Zihan also glanced at his surroundings with a hint of luck, but was soon disappointed: it was just a tent made of sheepskin and cowhide, not in his room in his rural hometown in the 21st century.

Yargo said in the native language with some surprise: "You guy has finally woken up, I think His Royal Highness the prince will be very happy." Wickham didn't understand what the black man in front of him meant, but he quietly relented, not in the hands of the Dutch, it seemed that it should be in the tribe of the Xhosa.

"Where is this? What about your Prince Savida? Lin Zihan asked in English. It's a pity that Yagoe doesn't know English, and the two can only speak as chickens and ducks.

At this moment, Prince Savida walked into the tent with a golden sword, and when he saw that Wickham had woken up, he happily said in English with a strong accent: "Mr. Wickham, you are finally awake!" Thanks to the Almighty Sun God, I know that a warrior of noble character like you will not die easily. ”

Prince Savida was supposed to go and discuss the selection of the Musketeers with the elders of the tribe, but because he was worried about Wickham's illness, he went to the high priest's tent to take a look. If Wickham has woken up, then his next training plan for the Musketeers will be settled.

Wickham showed a smile that was even uglier than crying: "Your Royal Highness, you are right, how could I die so easily." I still have a lot to do, and there are a lot of people in England waiting for me to go back. ”

Wickham thought of little Alice, who was far away in England, and if she died in this world, who would take care of her? It was the time of the Industrial Revolution, an age of bloody primitive accumulation of capital that ate people and did not spit out bones, and without him, little Alice might have become a female laborer in a textile factory, and then work twenty hours a day for the daily wage of a few pennies.

And that innocent and kind Georgiana, if she dies, I wonder if she will be very sad? The corners of Wickham's mouth unconsciously pulled a smile, unconsciously, he has people who care about himself and people he cares about in this world, he is no longer alone.

Prince Savida sat cross-legged next to Wickham and said with emotion: "Yes, we still have a lot to do. In the near future, my tribe and I will surely be able to drive the greedy Dutch out of Cape Town once and for all, so that we can continue to graze freely on the banks of the Big Fish River. This is the first time that Savida has revealed her ambitions in front of outsiders. Unfortunately, Wickham knew that Prince Savida's ambitions would never be realized, and that no one could stop the pace of European colonial expansion.

Prince Savida remembered that the old chief had authorized him to form a new army, and said excitedly: "By the way, Mr. Wickham, I have something to ask of you. Our chief has decided to assemble a 1,000-man musket squad against the damned Boer militia, and I hope you'll help me train it. ”

After this big battle, Prince Savida has regarded Wickham as a true friend, so he directly said his request.

Listening to Prince Saveda's request, Wickham hesitated. To be honest, he didn't want to be involved in the training of the Xhosa Muskets, first of all, because he wouldn't stay too long again, and he really didn't know what the effect of the training would be. On the other hand, it was not in keeping with his original mission, for the task given to him by Lord Magalny was only to instigate the Xhosa to intensify the Dutch attacks as much as possible, and there was really no need for him to take on such a task.

However, this was the territory of the Xhosa, and if Wickham simply refused Prince Savida's request, it would be much more difficult to incite the Xhosa to fight the Dutch.

After organizing the language, Wickham said, "Your Highness, I'm glad I can help you, but I hope you understand the difficulty. First of all, to train a unit of 1,000 men, it is necessary to have a team of officers, and I have only one man. Secondly, most of the people in your tribe can't understand English, and they may not be able to understand my commands. Finally, I haven't been here for a long time, and the training effect may be very limited. ”

Wickham, who has worked in sales, knows how to turn down a person skillfully. Smart people will never reject others directly, but objectively describe the disadvantages and let the other person make the right choice that is in their interest.

Sure enough, Prince Savida was obviously a little embarrassed, but Wickham was destined to be disappointed: "Mr. Wickham, what you said is indeed the problem. But I'm not going to let you train a thousand, I just want you to train a hundred or so first, and then these people will train new recruits. As for the password, I will always accompany you throughout the whole process, you give me the order first, and I will give the order to the soldier in our language. ”

In fact, Prince Savida is not completely without a heart, on the contrary, he is a rare wise man among the Xhosa, and his method can be described as killing two birds with one stone. In other words, it is only through him that Wickham can give orders to the whole team, and he is the actual master of the musket team, because he gives all the orders that the soldiers hear. Secondly, by following Wickham's side, he can also have an intuitive understanding of the military command system of the Europeans.

With that said, Wickham had no reason to refuse, so he nodded and said, "In that case, then I will definitely do my best to help you, Your Highness the Prince." But my injuries are ...... now."

Before Wickham finished speaking, Prince Savida hurriedly said: "My friend, of course, these things are only considered after you have recovered from your injuries, and you can recuperate from your injuries in peace these days." ”

While the two were laughing, Priest Kochib, with a strange pattern on his face, walked in. The High Priest first nodded to Savida, and then said to Wickham in English: "Young man, you are in quite good health, and you have recovered so quickly, and if someone else had been so badly injured, perhaps you would have been summoned by the sun god long ago." ”

Wickham was a little surprised that the Xhosa priest could speak English, after all, this was the Dutch sphere of influence, and it was common for many natives to speak some simple Dutch, but not many people could speak English. After all, the current Kingdom of Britain is not the famous empire on which the sun never sets, and Africa is not a place where John Bull can exert too much influence.

Seeing Wickham's doubts, Prince Savida explained: "Priest Kochib lived for a time in Natal in Dragore Bay, where there were many English merchants who came to trade ivory, and it was at that time that the priest learned English. ”

Prince Savida had great respect for this priest, because the tribal priests of this era not only served as the priests of the tribe, but also were one of the few people in the tribe who knew how to heal. Because of such a special status, the priests of the tribe are very loved by the tribesmen, and even the chiefs will give three points to the priests. Although Savida was the heir to the chieftaincy, he was quite respectful in front of the priests of Kochib.

As soon as Prince Savida explained, Wickham understood that this Natal, which he had heard, was located on the coast of what would later be Mozambique, and was a sizable trading hub in those days. The most surprising thing is that this port is still in the hands of the indigenous people of Africa, and not in the hands of European colonizers!

When Jeff was leaving on the Rose, he told Wickham that he would go directly to the British Merchant House in Natal after his mission was completed, where a ship would be arranged to take him directly to Calcutta, India.

Priest Kochibu nodded slightly, and then said, "Young man, His Royal Highness Prince Savida has already told me about your affairs. You are a true warrior and an eternal friend of our Xhosa people. In the future, Prince Savida's Musket Team will have to trouble you a lot. ”

The old priest had a good relationship with the chieftain, and he was also very optimistic about Savida, the legal heir to the chief. Of course, he knew what the concubine was doing, and he hoped that Wickham would help Savida train the Fire Spear Team, so that Savida would have an extra weight in his hand when he competed for the chieftain in the future.

Wickham didn't know the bends, and even if they did, they wouldn't have taken it to heart. Because he hasn't been here for long, there's no need to get involved in all that mess. So the priest of Kochib had a few moments with Wickham and then left with Prince Savida. After all, Wickham is still very weak and needs a quiet resting environment.