[I lost a bet with a fan friend.,As a punishment, he asked me to put the last book that was harmonious as a side story (considered the predecessor of this book),Only 5 chapters will be posted.,Deleted after a week.】 】

It is recommended not to read and skip directly, there will not really be someone so idle to watch black history, right? (╬ ̄dish ̄)=○

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He didn't need to be reminded that someone had already shot at the knight's mount.

Originally, the mount looked like a black horse, but as the bullet fired, the fur gradually fell off, revealing a translucent body made of silver-white light, like a ghost horse.

"What is that?" Someone exclaimed.

"It is the Holy Spirit Pegasus, legend has it that it came from heaven, and it is a war horse given by the Lord to the Paladins of the Guardians. If it was a Templar order, it would not be surprising to have it. "It was the court priest Father Müller who answered.

"Holy Spirit Pegasus?" Mika turned to the priest, "Does it have any weaknesses?" ”

Mueller shook his head and spread his hands: "I don't know, it's a secret that only the bishops of the Holy See have access to, and I'm just a priest." ”

Seeing the appearance of the Holy Spirit Pegasus, everyone fell into a huge shock, so much so that for a short time, the gunfire was much quieter.

"I didn't expect it to be a magic game! Is it because I made too much movement and changed the course of history, so I attracted the boss? Yi Feiyun sighed, he had a faint bad premonition in his heart.

Mika was stunned, "Lord Prophet, you...... What are you talking about? ”

The Templar was invincible, and soon reached the gates of the outer walls of the Palace of Versailles.

In the midst of a hail of bullets, he drew his sword and held it high into the sky, and a blazing white light shot out from the sword.

I saw him wave his hand casually, like lightning across the night sky, a white light flashed, and the iron gate shattered.

The Templars then ignored the watchtowers that were firing at him on either side, and rode their horses until the sandbags and bunkers in the square blocked his way.

The Templar swung his sword again, and the light of the sword formed a torrent, breaking through all obstacles in his way, and he forced a gap in the defensive line.

Ignoring the other Swiss mercenaries, the Templars galloped through the gap with only one target, Louis XVI.

Seeing the scene of the Templars showing their might, Yi Feiyun's heart unconsciously cooled half.

"I don't want to talk about anymore."

He complained helplessly, turning around to see Muller and Mika even more shocked than him, one of their eyes almost popping out, and the other mouth was so open that their jaws almost hit their feet.

"It's not scientific." Father Müller muttered.

The words "this is unscientific" should be a deviation made by the revelator in the translation process, but the meaning conveyed is not different, and it is enough to make a priest so amazed, which shows that things are abnormal.

Wei Junhao rushed back at this time, he approached Yi Feiyun and whispered, "How about it, should we withdraw first?" ”

"Wait, maybe there's a turnaround." Yifeiyun said, having said that, he actually didn't have a clue at all.

What to do?

Do you have to crash?

Is history immutable after all?

Calm down! You have to find a way, otherwise if you are caught by this guy or kill Louis XVI, you will really be over, and the game will be completely over.

Just as he was meditating, he suddenly heard a very inelegant voice.

It may have been that someone was overly frightened, and everyone couldn't laugh or cry for a while, but the originally tense atmosphere seemed to be somewhat relaxed because of this.

For Yi Feiyun, this false compliment was like a thunderbolt that woke up the person in his dream, and he had a flash of inspiration, as if he had found a way to break the situation.

"I had a bold idea."

He immediately informed Mika of his idea, and the latter made a strange expression, but nevertheless took the order and ran as fast as he could.

In the central hall of the Palace of Versailles, Louis XVI and most of the court were gathered here, talking quietly and with a worried look on their faces.

The king sat on the throne, and from time to time he wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and he did not know whether it was because of the sweltering heat or because of the cold sweat of nervousness.

He felt a little dry in his mouth, so he ordered the waiter to bring a barrel of wine and prepare a glass for each of the people present, so as to ease the oppressive atmosphere.

With a loud bang, the gate of the palace exploded with a bang.

A tall figure with his feet straddling a war horse appeared in everyone's sight—a knight's plate armor covering his whole body, a white cloak painted with a blood-colored cross, and a Holy Spirit Pegasus that seemed to be real and illusory.

There was a dead silence in the hall for a moment, all eyes on the intruder, and the faint-hearted fell in fright.

"Stop!"

Several of the guards in the hall reacted first, quickly aiming their muskets at the Templars.

"You...... Who are you? ”

Louis XVI spoke with an ugly face, and even though he was forced to compose, his trembling voice betrayed his fear.

"Do you know this Scarlet Cross? Your Majesty. An indifferent voice came from under the knight's helmet.

"Your Excellency is a Templar?" Louis XVI was dumbfounded.

"That's right, then Your Majesty should understand the purpose of my coming here today." The Pegasus under the Templar throne began to step forward, "Repent deeply for the sins you have committed and be judged!" King Louis XVI of France! ”

The Knights Templar did have a bitter enmity with France, and the Knights Templar were wealthy, with thousands of castles and wealth, and were a great creditor to the King of France.

King Philip IV of France, nicknamed "The Pretty Man", was so jealous of this that he planned and eventually eliminated the Knights Templar and monopolized all of the Knights' possessions in France.

Interestingly, the then Grand Master of the Templars, Jacques de Molay, cursed King Philip IV and Pope Clement V before being burned at the stake, saying that they would face eternal judgment within a year.

In line with this, Pope Clement V fell ill a month later, and Philip IV died suddenly six months later while hunting.

"Protect the King! Shoot! ”

The captain of the Swiss Guard, Eborn, arrived with his soldiers, and dozens of muskets were fired at the Templars at once.

At this distance, everyone could clearly see that it was not the knight's armor that blocked the bullet, but a layer of faint white holy light about half a foot away from his body, and every time the lead bullet hit it, the holy light would ripple slightly, and then bounce off the projectile.

The Templars rode back, their swords pointed at the soldiers, and the light on the swords shone brighter and brighter.

"Get out of the way!"

Eborn yelled at him, and he rolled behind a nearby post.

At the same time, a blazing light erupted.

Everyone present closed their eyes in the bright light, and a huge waterfall of light swept through the hall, and the marble floor tiles in its path were all shattered into pieces.

More than a dozen soldiers who didn't have time to dodge were blasted out of the gate on the spot, and they were estimated to have been shattered. Most of the rest were also shaken by the ferocious energy, seriously injured, and almost lost their combat effectiveness.

Just as the crowd watched in desperation as the Templars turned around again to capture Louis XVI, a barrel suddenly slammed into him, and the Templars waved their hands without looking.

The barrel was unsurprisingly split in two by the sword in his hand, but its contents rained down like a torrential rain.

Suddenly, a foul smell came to my nose, and it turned out that the barrel was full of feces and urine!

The shield of light continued to function as it kept the filth from reaching the body, and the filth that fell on it quickly evaporated, but the shield of light also seemed to have eroded, and its surface became uneven, not recovering as quickly as it had been when it had been hit by bullets, and the Holy Pegasus hissed in pain, struggling and moving that was difficult for the Templars to handle.

The bold idea of using filth to blaspheme the sacred, it seems to really work!

The wooden barrel just now was thrown by Mika, and after listening to Yi Feiyun's thoughts, he immediately led dozens of people to quickly sweep the toilet bowl of the Palace of Versailles, and now almost everyone has a heavy wooden barrel with a lid, and the contents filled with it are obviously self-evident.

The Templars were confused by this, but the more terrifying was yet to come, and before he could react, more than two dozen buckets of and urine were thrown at him at the same time.

Poor knight, he could never have dreamed of what would happen to him.

The air was filled with a disgusting stench, almost suffocating, and many people couldn't help but bend over and vomit, which made the scene doubly disgusting.

Excitingly, however, the Light Shield and the Spirit Pegasus at the center of the fire had vanished, and the Templars' glittering silver armor was now covered with disgusting things.

"Shoot."

Mika commanded in a cold voice, and this time, the Templar was a normal man, his armor pierced by lead bullets, and he collapsed limply in the filth of the gunshot.

"It was a dramatic ending." Yi Feiyun, who was belated, pinched his nose and sighed.

This somewhat disgusting way to break the enemy, in fact, he is just guessing, and he is not sure, but he can't think of any other way anyway. If it doesn't work, Yi Feiyun will have to smear oil on the soles of his feet and take advantage of the chaos with Wei Junhao.

At the same time, this also means that he has failed, and the good situation has been lost, and it is undoubtedly more difficult to make a comeback.

After all, other people are not as simple and foolish as Louis XVI, and his current status and power come from this king, without Louis XVI's support, who will recognize him as a "prophet"?

In Yi Feiyun's impression, holy things are most afraid of filth and desecration, and in the legends of gods and monsters in China, there are also many cases of magic weapons being defiled by filth and losing their spiritual power. So he put forward this idea with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor and giving it a try, but he didn't expect the actual effect to be excellent.

The Templars had caused deep shock and despair on the King's side, and after being dealt with by Yi Feiyun with dirty means, the news quickly spread throughout the Palace of Versailles.

The biggest threat was removed, and the Swiss Guard mercenaries guarding the Palace of Versailles suddenly boosted their morale, and it seemed that even the accuracy of their muskets had been raised, and the rebels cried and cried for their fathers and mothers, and corpses were scattered all over the field.

"Why hasn't Mr. Andrew come back?" Some in the top echelons of the revolutionary army were worried, "There seems to be no movement on the other side of the palace, and the enemy army has not surrendered." ”

"Hmph, I guess it's been cleaned up." One of them sneered and said with disdain on his face, "What a Templar is, it turns out that he is just a stupid donkey to scare people." ”

Seeing that Andrew was gone, that his offensive was making no progress, and that he had suffered heavy casualties, Brissot's newly rising hope was dashed little by little, and he let out a long sigh.

"Andrew has lost, we have not been able to win this battle, and continuing it will only cause greater losses." He summoned his adjutant, "to give the order to withdraw the whole army to Fort St. More." ”

As the horn sounded to collect the troops, the revolutionary army retreated in a hurry, and the dead and wounded, plus the number of fleeing personnel, were almost half of the total number, which was undoubtedly a very big blow to the revolutionaries.

However, the Swiss Guards suffered only 100 casualties, many of which were the work of the Templars.

It is not surprising that the level of combat of the improvised motley army is not at the same level as that of the well-trained veteran mercenaries, not to mention the fact that the Swiss Guards are covered by defensive facilities.

Seeing the defeat and retreat of the revolutionary army, the people in the Palace of Versailles burst into cheers.

In the boiling crowd, Eborn still had an unsmiling face, and he summoned one of them and ordered, "You go and arrange for the scouts to follow and find a way to find their lair." ”

Inside the hall, the king and his officials could not bear the pungent smell and evacuated to other places. The poor servants were miserable, and they were forced to resist the urge to vomit and stay behind to clean the ground of filth.

Several buckets of water were poured down, washing away the filth from the Templars' corpses.

"Your hand is really unexpected, I thought I could only retreat this time." Wei Junhao walked over and said to Yi Feiyun.

"That is, who called me a wise man and a façade officer?" Yi Feiyun smirked, and then he changed his words, "Alright, let's check the loot." ”

Because the Black Ring had to be within a certain distance of the target in order to use its identification function, Yifeiyun had to overcome his psychological discomfort and approach the Templar's corpse.

His heart moved slightly, and the results of the appraisal came to mind.

[Role: Templar Correctional Officer]

[Rating: Black Iron]

[Synopsis: A high-ranking Templar with the power of the Holy Spirit. 】

And then there are the swords and armor:

[Name: Sword of Punishment]

[Type: Psionic Weapon]

[Grade: Silver]

[Attack: C]

[Introduction: One of the Knights Templar's holy weapons, reforged from the broken King's Sword, has a powerful Holy Spirit power, and has an attribute restraint bonus to the power of the dark side.] 】

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[Name: Armor of Punishment (Damaged)]

[Type: Armor]

[Grade: Bronze]

[Defense: D]

[Synopsis: One of the Knights Templar's holy weapons, when attacked, can automatically generate protective holy light, which has been polluted and damaged, and has lost its blessed holy power.] 】

In the Boundless Sea of Clouds, the grade of items is the same as the character rating, from low to high: [Limestone, Black Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Holy (Demigod), God]. Correspondingly, the attribute evaluation level is: [E, D, C, B, A, S, EX]

"The strength of this Templar Order's disciplinary officer itself is only black iron level, but his equipment is silver and bronze level, the so-called RMB player? No wonder there are some strong outsiders and middle cadres. ”

Yi Feiyun squatted down and looked at it carefully, "It's all the best equipment, and the appearance is also very exquisite." It's a pity that the armor of punishment was damaged by pollution, but this is also something that can't be helped, and it was almost overturned by him alone...... I just don't know if I can fix it. ”

He turned his head and saw Wei Junhao standing next to him looking absent-minded, as if he was thinking about something, "What are you thinking, why didn't you react at all?" ”

"Nothing." The other party replied lightly.

Yi Feiyun didn't ask too much, and said as he walked, "To be honest, the Templars are all knocking on the door, and I won't be surprised to see the hooded man climbing the wall next time." ”

"Hooded man?" Wei Junhao suddenly showed a puzzled look.

"It looks like you haven't played Assassin's Creed." "The so-called Hooded Men are the Assassins who claim to 'work in the darkness and serve the light', and in the game they are mortal enemies of the Templars, and the 'Brotherhood of Assassins' that I mentioned to you earlier is the name of their organization. ”

"Oh, I see." Wei Junhao reacted at this time, "Will the hooded man appear?" ”

"I don't think so." Yi Feiyun shook his head and said, "Unlike the Templars, the hooded man is a game invention. The prototype was an Assassin group known as 'Assasin', belonging to the Shia sect of Shia, founded by Hassan ibn Sabaha, known as the 'Old Man of the Mountain'. However, this organization was destroyed by the Mongols who marched west hundreds of years ago, and there has been no record of activity since then. And the Templars still have activities until modern times, and a few years ago they went to Russia to participate in psychic competitions, and this psychic program is also very popular in our Celestial Empire. ”

……

"Clean the armor and sword and send it to my room, I need to study it."

After giving the servant some advice, Yi Feiyun walked out of the palace and came to the square.

The smell of gunpowder still lingered in the air, but it was ten million times better than in the palace. He couldn't wait to take a deep breath, only to feel refreshed and refreshing.

Looking up, the dark night was full of stars, and the bright moon was in the sky, so clean that there was no trace of clouds.

"It seems that this world is not simple, according to this routine, I don't know what kind of enemies will appear in the future." Yi Feiyun was a little worried.

Outside the Palace of Versailles, the Swiss mercenaries were busy cleaning the battlefield, and although they had just experienced the battle, the summer climate was humid and hot, and if the corpses were not disposed of as soon as possible, it was likely to cause a plague.

They cut down trees, set up pyres and burned corpses on the spot, and for a moment the flames soared into the sky, looking like they were holding a bonfire to celebrate victory.

Last night's defense of the Palace of Versailles was a blow to the revolutionaries, and Yi Feiyun believed that the other side would not have any new offensive actions in the short term.

With the corpse of the Templar Inspector, he came up with the idea of using hounds to track the scent in order to search the Templar base, eventually tracking down a castle called St. Mor.

Interestingly, this is the same place that Captain Eborn found after he sent someone to track down the retreating revolutionary army.

This is a bit intriguing, could it be that the Knights Templar masterminded the French Revolution?

He had thought that the Knights Templar, though in league with the revolutionaries, should be secretly controlled rather than directly led, and that they had their own secret bases elsewhere in Paris.

However, it is useless to find it, the king's main reinforcements have not yet arrived in Paris, and the Swiss Guards are barely able to defend the Palace of Versailles, and it would be too reckless to attack the enemy's castle.

Therefore, for the king's side, the next thing to do is to send people to monitor the rebel forces while quietly waiting for the arrival of the French army.

"Comrade Mika, take me on a tour of your camp."

Yi Feiyun, who has nothing to do, asks Mika to act as a tour guide and runs to visit the Swiss Guard barracks.

In the barracks, they happened to encounter a group of Swiss mercenaries gathered in a circle, as if they were doing something. When I got closer, it turned out to be a martial arts arena, and two Swiss mercenaries wore protective gear and beat you back and forth with wooden swords, and it was dark.

In addition to the onlookers shouting and cheering, there were also people who set up the gambling game, and Mika skillfully took out the coins and slapped them on the table.

Seeing this scene, Yifeiyun's blood was surging, and he felt that his martial arts soul was about to burn, and a thought kept echoing in his mind - I want to learn swordsmanship!

"The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, although the opening game is a French scimitar used by the nobles - maybe the game system judges that I have an aristocratic demeanor, but a decent gentleman like me should use a sword......" Yi Feiyun thought narcissistically in his heart.

But the question is who to learn?

Choose a swordsman from the Swiss Guard?

As a great prophet, how can you deign to learn swordsmanship from a mercenary?

What an image discrediting thing!

The Prophet is to be unfathomable, to remain mysterious and majestic, to be knowledgeable and omniscient, to know everything, and to say that it is a secret that cannot be divulged if he does not know.

Since you can't find them, you have to find other ways to learn swordsmanship.

Yi Feiyun soon had an eyebrow, and his adoptive father Bernard in this world might be able to help.

So Yi Feiyun immediately approached Bernard and put forward the idea of wanting to learn swordsmanship.

Unexpectedly, Bernard unexpectedly expressed his approval, and it was not ordinary joy, it was simply overjoyed, as if he saw that a gentleman was finally going to change his mind and start to be a serious person.

"You should have exercised a long time ago, you don't know what to do outside all day, you see how thin you have become, your arms are as thin as sugar cane...... My poor child. Bernard shook Yi Feiyun's arm and shook his head, "It just so happened that there was an old guard in the caravan before, who was a good sword hand, and he had a lot of actual combat experience, so he would definitely be an excellent sword instructor, but he has retired." ”

Bernard personally prepared the gifts and took Yi Feiyun to visit the old guard named Wren.

The old guard had no wife or children, and lived alone in a villa in the southern part of Paris, older than Bernard.

The old man's snow-white hair was draped over his shoulders, and his beard had grown to his chest, but his waist was still strong, and the gaze in his eyes was also bright, obviously not an idle person, and Yi Feiyun thought of Gandalf at the first glance when he saw him.

Wren is the person who has followed Bernard the longest, he has been born and died several times, and the relationship between the two can be said to be as deep as brothers, and the villa where the old guard lives is also a gift from Bernard.

Bernard put his arm around the old brother's shoulders and said, "Brother Rennes, my child will please you, it's okay to be strict, help me discipline me well, don't get used to him." ”

"Don't worry, since it is your trust, then I will definitely teach you swordsmanship and make this kid the best swordsman." Wren looked at Yi Feiyun and smiled, "Of course, the premise is that he can persevere." ”

"I won't let you down, Mr. Wren." Yi Feiyun expressed his determination.

So the Gandalf-like elder became his sword master, and Yi Feiyun was finally able to start learning swordsmanship as he wished.

"Luo Feng, you study hard, don't give up halfway like learning the piano!"

Before leaving, Bernard did not forget to advise, which made Yi Feiyun feel a little puzzled, how unreliable is his image in the heart of this adoptive father? Also, did this character learn piano before?

After Bernard left, the teaching of swordsmanship began in earnest.

"Swords, long swords, short swords; one-handed swords, two-handed swords; Thin swords, broadswords, etc., I think your body type is more suitable for learning one-handed long swords, short swords or thin swords. Wren stroked his beard and smiled, "But if you want to learn short swords, you can only find other teachers, because I'm not good at it, hehe." ”

"Teacher, I choose a one-handed long sword." Yi Feiyun replied.

"Yes."

Wren nodded, turned and went back into the house, and after a while, he walked out with a slightly old sword.

The blade of the long sword was polished very brightly, without the slightest trace of rust, scorching in the sunlight, and Yi Feiyun also noticed that there were several gaps in the blade, obviously a sword that had experienced a life-and-death struggle.

"I don't have a wooden sword here, so you can practice with the real sword today, and bring two wooden swords next time you come over."

The sword instructor Wren taught very carefully and meticulously, first explaining the structure, types and characteristics of the sword, as well as the functions of each part, and then teaching Yi Feiyun how to practice the slashing and stabbing of a one-handed sword, from the posture of holding the sword to the trick of exerting strength, all the details were taught clearly and clearly.

To Yi Feiyun's great surprise, he originally thought that such a hermit master who had licked blood from the knife edge and had been on the battlefield for a long time would be the kind of weird-tempered old man who was extremely harsh and terrifying, and would arrange some kind of devil training for him.

However, on the contrary, although Wren was very strict with him, he was very kind, not only in appearance but also in temperament, very similar to Gandalf, kind, wise, and sometimes telling jokes, perhaps it was the baptism of long years that gave the old man a temperament similar to detachment.

The first day of swordsmanship instruction did not have actual combat training, but only taught the theoretical knowledge and basic practice methods of one-handed longsword.

Seeing that Yi Feiyun was out of breath without a few swings of his sword, looking like he was powerless to die or live, Mentor Ren shook his head and sighed.

"Children who are pampered and accustomed to an upper-class life are physically weak, and they are all the result of a lack of physical labor."

When he finished the class and was about to leave, Wren also set the basic exercises that he needed to complete on weekdays, whether it was facing the air or a wooden stake, at least 200 slashes with a sword every day.

This is undoubtedly a huge torture for Yi Feiyun, he is a little doubtful that he is asking for hardship, and he has no bottom in his heart about whether he can persevere.

Yi Feiyun is a college student who doesn't like sports in reality, and he doesn't go out in his free time, so he likes to stay at home and read novels and anime, browse video websites, etc., and an afternoon of swordsmanship classes reminded him of the fear of being dominated by freshman military training.

Sitting in the bumpy carriage, he felt as if his body had been hollowed out, and there was a dull pain in his shoulders, arms, and lower back.

Cooling off with ice cream on a sweltering summer day is a great treat for people with a healthy stomach.

"It feels better than modern ice cream, and it deserves to be a royal special."

The royal ice cream produced by the royal chef of the Palace of Versailles, Yi Feiyun only took a small bite and was shocked by its mellow and rich taste.

That's right, ice cream was around the era, made by high-class pastry chefs using the classic salt-and-ice refrigeration method.

It has to be said that ice cream in this period was a luxury only on the aristocratic table, and the silver cups embossed with irises and the small silver spoons used to scoop food all show nobility and elegance.

Interestingly, the French Revolution also played a significant role in the promotion of ice cream.

As a large number of aristocrats were guillotined, fancy confectioners who had lost their customers spread across Europe with the secrets of making ice cream, and many opened cafes and restaurants to give the masses access to this delicious and unique dessert.

"Liuyun, don't you feel bored when you sit motionless on the bed and meditate and practice all day long?" Yi Feiyun picked up a cup of ice cream and handed it to Wei Junhao, "Come, eat some ice cream." ”

"Isn't it boring to go to work every day? It's not all about survival. Wei Junhao took the ice cream and took a bite, "By the way, why haven't I seen your figure in the past two days?" ”

"I worshipped a master of swordsmanship yesterday and was going to learn from him for a while." Yi Feiyun leaned against the wall, shaking a milky folding fan.

This folding fan is made of ivory, and the carving is intricately beautiful, and it is a gift from a nobleman.

He was now a popular man at the king's side, and as a result, he became the object of the French aristocracy, receiving many gifts and invitations to banquets every day.

Yi Feiyun refuses all invitations to banquets, but he does not refuse gifts.

Most of the gifts given by these nobles were exquisite objects or works of art, which greatly satisfied his desire to collect.

Yi Feiyun, who is a bit of a collector, used to collect tickets and stamps when he was a child, and later played games and liked to collect various items and achievements.

For example, when he played "The Elder Scrolls 5", he didn't do the tasks and didn't brush the dungeons, he liked to collect books and equipment, and he was obsessively obsessive, and he used the cheats if he couldn't get them, and then placed them neatly in the house and displayed them neatly. If you look at it when you're fine, you can reap a full sense of happiness and accomplishment, and delete the game when you're tired of watching it.

"If you want to learn the sword, I can teach you." Wei Junhao said lightly.

"What, you can wield a sword?" Yi Feiyun was stunned, "You didn't say it earlier!" If I knew that I wouldn't have to go to such great lengths to find Ren to learn Western swords, would Dugu Jiujian do? ”

Wei Junhao didn't answer, just looked at Yi Feiyun with a smile.

"Just kidding, hehe." Yi Feiyun, who was bored with himself, hurriedly changed the topic and said, "In other words, this boundless sea of clouds can be exchanged for skills and weapons, but it can't directly use points to strengthen attributes like in the novel, and the so-called skills only provide a method of cultivation, and you need to practice from scratch, which is really inhumane." ”

"So you have to hurry up and train, otherwise with your current physical fitness, it is easy to die in the next game." Wei Junhao took a bite of ice cream, and then said, "To be honest, this time it's just your luck that you met a world that suits you to play, if you have a Resident Evil or something next time, I guess you will be gameover when you open the door." ”

"Hey, don't flag me!" Yi Feiyun put the folding fan away, his expression complicated, "When you say this, I start to panic a little......"

"Knock knock, knock knock......"

Before Yi Feiyun finished speaking, there was a sudden knock at the door.

"Please come in."

"Excuse me." The four waiters moved into two large tin boxes.

The box was opened, revealing the sword and armor of the Templar correctional officer, and it had been two days before they were delivered to Yi Feiyun's residence.

The court attendants thoughtfully sprayed the two pieces of equipment with perfume, so now they are fragrant and do not smell the slightest peculiar smell.

It also comes with a walnut dummy, which puts the armor that originally belonged to the Templar correctional officer on the wooden figure, which not only fully displays the details, but also serves as a high-end ornament. As for the Sword of Punishment, it was also placed on the display shelf of the fireplace.

"Look, can you put it in this position?" The court attendant bowed and asked.

"Yes, yes." Yi Feiyun nodded, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"You're so polite." The court attendant smiled humbly, "It is our honor to serve the Venerable Prophet. ”

At this time, the attentive Yi Feiyun noticed that there were two young waiters who seemed to glance at the ice cream with a salivating look, and he smiled when he saw this scene.

"Take it and divide it, and it will be regarded as a reward for my service."

Yi Feiyun pointed to a large bowl of ice cream on the table - it was because he disliked that the silver cup was too small and was afraid that he would not be able to enjoy it, so he specially asked for a large bowl so that he could add it himself after eating.

"Thank you for the reward."

The waiters' eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were given a bowl of golden sand. They bowed again and again, and withdrew with a thousand thanks.

It is no wonder that they reacted in this way, as the humble status of waiters, they were not entitled to such aristocratic delicacies. It's good to watch the nobles eat it, imagine the taste, and enjoy it, but most commoners have only heard of it in their lives.

After the waiter left, Yi Feiyun's gaze fell back on the two loot, whether it was the Sword of Punishment or the Armor of Punishment, they were all cleaned up at this moment, without a single stain.

"The armor of punishment is a knight's armor, which is not only heavy but also affects physical activity, and is not suitable for dismounting and fighting, so the value of collecting and commemorating is greater than the practical value."

The Armor of Punishment had been badly damaged, especially the breastplate and helmet, which had almost been shattered into a hornet's nest by projectiles.

Then Yi Feiyun picked up the sword, weighed it in his hand, waved it a few times, and handed it to Wei Junhao.

"As for this Sword of Punishment, it is just an ordinary sword in our hands, and it cannot unleash a Holy Light attack like that Templar Disciplinary Officer. It should be a certain requirement for the user itself, and this requirement may be a spiritual attribute, or a supporting exercise, or a ritual to recognize the Lord or something. Therefore, this so-called silver-grade holy artifact can only be used as a collectible item at present. ”

"In other words, we managed to eliminate the boss, and we only got two precious collectibles?"

The two of them now feel like they are in a game copy of the character explosion, fighting monsters and bursting out of a superb piece of equipment, but they happily look at it - the profession does not match and cannot be equipped.

"That's right." Yifeiyun said, "But the potential value is still quite high, the introduction of the Sword of Punishment mentions the Sword of Kings, I don't know if it's King Arthur's." It's a hint that, according to the routine, Paradise doesn't give useless information, and there seems to be a lot of secrets to dig up inside. ”

"The identification given by the black ring is too brief, and there is no explanation of how to use it, which is not much different from no identification, and this system is too perfunctory." Wei Junhao put down the empty silver cup, feeling a little sorry that Yi Feiyun had just given away all the ice cream.

"You can't say that, exploration is one of the great pleasures of the game." Yi Feiyun said with a smile, "But I still have to complain about this apocalyptic revelation, what kind of intelligent AI assistant, after the level information appears, it enters a state of pretending to be dead, and he doesn't reply to anything, which is seriously unworthy of his name." ”

From a distance, the tall bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral stands like a mighty beast entrenched on the banks of the Seine, and its majesty is amazing.

"Finally, I was able to see the legendary Notre-Dame Cathedral, which is worthy of being the most glorious Gothic church in human history." Yi Feiyun sighed, "Although I prefer Hagia Sophia in Constantinople. ”

Wei Junhao didn't know what to say, "This is what you said is very important and must be accompanied by me?" ”

"Isn't that a must-see in Paris?" Yi Feiyun grinned, "Besides, there is a fire in reality, so we have to look at the original Notre Dame Cathedral in this era." ”

The interior of the church is rather austere and hardly decorated.

The dozens of meters high vaults attract people to look up, the rose windows are magnificent, and the rows of candlesticks are filled with a sacred and solemn atmosphere.

"It's just a big church, what's there to see, don't look for me next time this kind of thing, or you know the consequences." I'll go back first, and you play slowly. After that, Wei Junhao was about to turn around and leave, time was limited, and he had to hurry up his cultivation.

"Hey, wait!" Yi Feiyun hurriedly stopped, "Actually, there are two holy weapons hidden here, we can identify and study them." Besides, what if someone finds out that I am behind all this and comes to assassinate me? ”

As soon as the words fell, the back collar of Yi Feiyun's shirt was pulled violently, and the whole person couldn't help but lean back, and at the same time, a black shadow swished in front of his eyes.

In the fright, Yi Feiyun was strangled and coughed a few times, and after seeing the crossbow arrows on the ground, he was afraid for a while, if it wasn't for his teammates who saved him, most of them would have been killed by the arrows at this moment.

Wei Junhao immediately stretched out his hand and waved, and a flying knife shot at the corridor on the second floor of the church.

"Be careful, there's a killer."

The assassin hiding upstairs sideways dodged the throwing knives that came at him, and then the man in the brown cloak drew his saber and jumped down, rushing straight at Wei Junhao like a wild beast.

The white light flashed in the latter's hand, and a three-foot-long Chinese-style long sword appeared.

However, Wei Junhao personally drew the design drawings before, and specially asked the French blacksmith to build it. After the sword was built, he put it in the storage space of the Black Ring, just in case.

The man in the cloak had a look of surprise on his face, but instead of stopping, the attack became more ferocious.

However, Wei Junhao stepped on a strange footwork, his body was fluttering and agile, and he did not raise his sword to block, because the one-handed sword of the man in the cloak could not catch up with his figure at all.

The passers-by in Notre Dame all ran out screaming, and Yi Feiyun took a few steps back, a flint pistol in his hand.

"Zheng!"

Wei Junhao spotted a flaw in the cloaked man, and stabbed the opponent's heart with his sword, but it seemed to be blocked by something hard, and there was a backlash.

He took advantage of the momentum and slashed his sword, the blade of which cut through the cloak, revealing the armor underneath, and the bright red blood-colored cross on the breastplate was extremely eye-catching.

The assassin turned out to be a member of the Knights Templar, and the thought of the Templar who had shown off his might the night before made both of them shocked.

Wei Junhao drew his sword and dodged, and in an instant he came to the side of the Templar, and slashed his sword into the neck that was not covered by iron armor.

As a result, when the long sword approached the skin of the neck, a faint light blocked the blade.

Wei Junhao urged the true qi with all his strength, and slashed the back of his neck with his backhand, at this time, his long sword with true qi was enough to cut iron like clay, but in exchange for it was only the flicker of the enemy's protective light, and he still failed to break through the protection.

"Bang!"

Yi Feiyun shot and shot, but it also failed, but he shot for another purpose, that is, he hoped that the sound of gunfire would attract soldiers to come sooner.

"It's the Holy Light Protector again!"

Seeing this, Yi Feiyun took out a glass bottle from the storage space, and the glass bottle was filled with a dark red mysterious liquid.

This is the substitute "Geranium" that he prepared in case he encountered the Templars who were hanging up again, and the substitute "Geranium" that was more dick than feces - the legendary Geanium can be used to defile the flying sword magic weapon and break the demon spell, which can be regarded as a fierce reputation.

He threw it out with all his might, and the glass bottle shattered into the Light Passport, sending a burst of smoke and a flash of light from the Templars' protective body.

Effective! But it's still a little worse.

It's a pity that Yi Feiyun only has this bottle on him, and there is no more.

His troubles immediately attracted the hatred of the Templars, who were about to rush towards him as soon as they turned around.

Wei Junhao took the opportunity to slash dozens of swords in the rear, forcing the Templars to turn around and parry.

This set of swordsmanship made by Wei Junhao, called "Impermanence Soul Chasing Sword", is characterized by fast sword, serial killing moves, and ruthless and vicious. If the Templars hadn't been protected by the Light, they would have died a hundred times.

And his footwork is "Ling Xu's step", and his body is ethereal and uncertain, unpredictable, and elusive.

Therefore, although Wei Junhao was unable to break the defense for the time being, with the advantage of his strange moves and treacherous skills, he has always been powerless to fight back against the Templars.

The battle between the two inevitably turned into a war of attrition, depending on whether Wei Junhao was defeated first or the Templars' protective light was lost.

Excitingly, Yi Feiyun saw that the Templar in front of him was much weaker than the one he had been, and if this situation dragged on, victory was in sight.

The Templars, of course, also knew that dragging it out would not be good for him, and the soldiers would come sooner or later, and then they would be in trouble.

So he roared, and the powerful Holy Light Qi erupted from him, shaking Wei Junhao away and flying away from the cloak on his body.

The Templars then pulled out a ring of iron thorns.

"Crown of Thorns!" Yi Feiyun exclaimed, he recognized this thing.

Notre-Dame Cathedral is known to house two major holy relics, the Crown of Thorns and the Holy Cross (fragments).

The Templars placed the Crown of Thorns on their head, causing it to pierce their flesh and allow blood to run down their foreheads. As the blinding light emanated, he began to rise off the ground, and the light was dazzling.

Two fiery beams of light shot out of his eyes, Wei Junhao dodged, and one of them directly broke a stone pillar, which showed its great power.

Suddenly, the Templar's face took on a look of pain, and the skin of his whole body began to crack, and a blazing white light shot out of the cracks.

Wei Junhao felt an ominous premonition in his heart, and he felt an extremely terrifying aura of danger, which was the assassin's intuition.

"Run!"

He yelled, turned around and took two or three steps to Yi Feiyun's side, pulled him up and ran towards the door, so fast that Yi Feiyun felt as if he had become a kite, and his feet were almost off the ground.

Finally, at the moment when the Templars blew themselves up, they ran out of the gate of Notre Dame, and the shockwave of the explosion followed, and Wei Junhao hurriedly threw Yi Feiyun to the ground.

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering bang, Notre Dame was blown into ruins in the light of the fire.

"Damn, are you alright?" Yi Feiyun got up and hurriedly went to help his teammates.

"It's okay, get out of here." Wei Junhao gritted his teeth and said, but from his pale face, it could be seen that he was not lightly injured.

Yi Feiyun saw that the other party's back was a blur of flesh and blood, obviously using his body to block most of the explosion damage for him, and his heart was suddenly mixed, full of guilt and self-blame.

"I'm sorry, it's all because I didn't think it through, everything was too smooth before, and I was careless."

Meaninglessly, I forgot that this is a dangerous level world.

"I didn't tell anyone about going to Notre Dame, but there were assassins ambushing here, which proves that there are probably Skywalkers behind the plot, and people from the modern world are likely to come to visit, and it seems that there are smart people on the other side." Yi Feiyun thought to himself, he found something unusual about this matter.

With the sound of footsteps, the soldiers of the patrol finally arrived.

A few days have passed since the night battle at the Palace of Versailles, and the revolutionaries have not made any new moves, and the citizens of Paris have lived in peace, without marching in the streets or anything, and it seems that everything has become calm.

"One hundred and fifty-six, one hundred and fifty-seven, one hundred and fifty-eight......"

While Yi Feiyun held the wooden sword in his hand and slashed in the air, he silently read the number of times in his heart, and the short shirt he was wearing on his upper body had already been soaked with sweat.

"Knock knock, knock knock ......"

There was a knock at the door, and Yi Feiyun frowned slightly.

"What's the matter?"

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has asked me to inform you that the army has arrived." The man outside the door replied.

"Got it, tell Your Majesty that I'll go later, so he doesn't have to wait for me."

"Yes, sir."

"Finally...... Is it coming? Wiping the sweat from his body with a cotton cloth, Yi Feiyun muttered.

He changed into formal clothes, said hello to Wei Junhao and went out. In order to prevent further assassinations, both of them lived in the heavily guarded Palace of Versailles, and tried not to go out at ordinary times.

Wei Junhao was not lightly injured in the explosion of Notre Dame Cathedral, but fortunately, he has internal strength to protect his body, and after being treated by doctors, he is no longer in serious trouble, but it is not convenient to go out. Then, as usual, he hid in his room all day to practice and heal his wounds.

The French army that came to King Qin was gathering in front of the Palace of Versailles at this moment, all in blue and white trousers, Yi Feiyun stood on the balcony of the palace and looked into the distance, just looking at the sea of people in the distance, he felt excited.

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death.

How many hot-blooded men have never dreamed of leading thousands of troops to fight on the battlefield?

At the swearing-in meeting before the expedition, King Louis XVI of France personally ascended the podium and delivered a brief pre-war speech denouncing the rebellious revolutionary forces.

After the speech, it was time for dinner, and I saw Louis XVI wave his hand, and a cart of meat, vegetables and fruits was pulled out.

These are all prepared by Yi Feiyun in advance at the Palace of Versailles, and now they are taken out to reward the three armies, and the soldiers who have been gnawing hard bread for a few days are suddenly grateful, and the sound of shouting long live the king for a while is deafening.

After eating and drinking, the army lined up and set off, and in order to prevent the "magical" existence of the Templar Order's disciplinary officers, several carriages carrying mysterious barrels even appeared in the army.

……

Meeting room, western suburbs of Paris, Château Saint-Maur.

The high-level revolutionaries at the meeting debated endlessly, but none of them were able to come up with a practical solution.

Brissot, who looked a little languished, had a gloomy face, and without saying a word, he held his forehead with his left hand, and his right index finger kept tapping on the tabletop, just like that, watching the people in front of him blush.

Am I wrong?

Brissot began to question himself in his heart, and his repeated setbacks and the people's abandonment made him begin to doubt his revolutionary beliefs.

On the night of the attack on the Palace of Versailles, Andrew, the Templar magistrate, went into battle in silver armor and rode the legendary Holy Spirit Pegasus to break through enemy lines with one man and one horse, and no one could stop him. Everyone thought that their revolutionary ideas were the truth and that they had done God's will, which is why God sent miracles to help them.

However, the unexpected, the invincible Templars were gone, and it now appears that God is not on their side.

No, you can't give up yet, as long as you keep going, there is hope that things will turn around!

Brissot rubbed her temples and forced herself to pull herself up.

"My lords, there are two black-haired and yellow-skinned Orientals outside, who ask to see us, saying that they can help us win the victory of the revolution." A voice at the door of the conference room interrupted the debate.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering why an Oriental suddenly appeared, and finally everyone looked at Brissot.

"Let them in."

Black-haired, yellow-skinned Orientals?

Although Brissot had no hope in his heart, it was better to see them than to continue to argue meaninglessly, what if an unexpected guest brought unexpected joy?

As the iron door of the conference room opened, a boy with mushrooms and glasses walked in, followed by a tall, tiger-backed man, the former was Zhen Jun, who had encountered robbers before.

"Your Excellency." Zhen Jun bowed.

Brissot asked, "What can you do to help us win the victory, this friend of the East?" ”

"Then I'll be blunt." Zhen Jun pushed his glasses, "Since I can find this place, then I can't hide it from Louis XVI, so I suggest that you immediately evacuate here, go underground to carry out revolutionary activities, and at the same time disperse the personnel to the villages and towns, establish bases in the villages and towns, and accumulate strength until the time is ripe to counterattack." ”

Zhen Jun didn't talk nonsense, and gave a plan straight to the point, "It's a famine now, the villagers are hungry, you just need to distribute a little food to win people's hearts." ”

After a brief silence, the top leaders of the revolutionary faction present exchanged words one after another, and most of them agreed.

"Well...... Your plan may really open up a new situation for us. Brisso touched his chin, and his eyes seemed to regain their brilliance.

However, at this moment, the roar of cannons was suddenly heard outside.

At the rear of the king's army, Yi Feiyun was sitting in an open-top carriage when there was a muffled sound, and dust exploded in the distance.

The army was still some distance from the range of the artillery, and the revolutionary army was in a hurry to open fire, and it seemed that the opposite side was already in chaos.

Yi Feiyun sighed lightly, and Xindao was originally going to shout before the fight to give him a chance to surrender and recruit peace, but he didn't expect the other side to fire directly.

In that case, don't blame me for being cold-blooded and ruthless.

Having made up his mind, Yi Feiyun turned sideways to Mika, who was riding a horse next to him, and said, "Let the officers prepare to attack, and the plan of the attack will be made by themselves, as long as they ensure that they will capture Fort St. Maur before sunset." ”

Only Mika of the Swiss Guards followed, and the others were stationed at the Palace of Versailles just in case.

Of course, this battle did not need to be commanded by Yi Feiyun himself, and the officers of the French Army could be better equipped with this job. What's more, even if he wanted to command, it was estimated that those officers would not be convinced by him, an Oriental, so it was better to let go in a chic manner and be a leisurely spectator, but better results could be achieved.

On one side of the lake, St. Maur Fort is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and on the other side is a small town built around the castle, whose inhabitants are basically revolutionary soldiers and family members, who have the advantage of both geography and people, but still have no chance of winning against a regular army more than ten times larger.

It didn't take long for the cannon on the side of the king's army to sound out, several times more than on the other side, like thunder.

Heavy firepower covered the town in front of Fort Saint-More, and the townspeople were unfortunately killed by the indiscriminate bombardment of the King's Artillery, falling victim to the struggle for democracy and royal power.

The second head-to-head confrontation between the king's faction and the revolutionary, the attack and defense were reversed, and the number was also very different, and tens of thousands of French regular troops besieged a castle with two thousand defenders, and the result was undoubted.

"It's a pity, if you come a day earlier, there is still a chance to turn the tables. Heh, the game is getting more and more interesting. Zhen Jun groaned, and then he slowly walked to the edge of the castle, and with a sudden roar of an eagle, he jumped down towards the lake.

The king's army, under the cover of artillery fire, engaged in fierce street fighting with the revolutionary army in the town in front of Fort Saint-More.

Many revolutionary fighters were very tenacious, relying on pillboxes, houses, trenches and other defensive facilities, and even survived the attack of the army. It was only after a three-hour exchange of fire that the front gradually advanced towards Fort Saint-More.

Eventually, the revolutionary leadership, seeing that the tide was turning, decided to escape by stealthily rowing into the lake in a small boat through the castle's tunnels.

It's a pity that when this group of people entered the dark passage, they were accidentally bumped into by a soldier who came to pass on military information.

The news soon spread, and the soldiers, believing that the high-ranking people had shamelessly abandoned them, angrily arrested the fleeing guys, and the revolutionary army lost the will to continue to resist, and a white flag was hung on the city.

The gunfire gradually stopped, and the revolutionary army retreated to the front of Fort Saint-More, the gate of the castle slowly opened, and the soldiers escorted a group of gray-faced revolutionary high-ranking people out.

The king's army quickly surrounded them, and the people of the surrendered side stood with their faces as ashes, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun, and the air was filled with a desolate aura, and everyone waited—for the arrival of the man who would pronounce their final fate.

During the defense of the Palace of Versailles, Yi Feiyun could still maintain a calm mentality, because the battlefield was far beyond the palace walls, and the time was night, which hindered his vision and made him unable to see the tragic scene on the battlefield.

But this time it was different, he walked through the battlefield at dusk, and saw the miserable image of corpses all over the field, rats coming out of the sewers to eat the dead corpses, a large number of flies and mosquitoes were also attracted by the blood, and the buzzing sound was mixed with the wailing of the wounded, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a hell on earth.

The scene in front of him touched Yi Feiyun deeply, he was not a virgin, but for an ordinary college student, if a war really happened in front of his eyes, and then he could not be shocked in his heart, then he was definitely not an ordinary person.

When people sit in the cinema and watch a blockbuster war movie, the bloody and violent battles stimulate the senses, and the large scenes of thousands of troops are fascinating, but if that scene in the movie actually comes, they will find that the reality is not the same thing at all, and the spectator and the experience are two completely different concepts.

Thankfully, he's now playing the role of the superior and on the winning side.

Seeing that the commander who came out of the crowd turned out to be an Oriental, the eyes of all the revolutionaries showed a look of surprise and incomprehension.

"Another Oriental?" Some of the surrendering parties subconsciously let out a low voice.

"Shut up! Don't be disrespectful to your superiors! ”

The owner of the scolding was a slightly stocky officer, "Who allowed you to speak?" He immediately stepped forward and gave the man a right hook, and the man fell to the ground with a grunt.

Another ...... Oriental?

The Oriental in this sentence attracted Yi Feiyun's attention, and he walked up to the man and asked, "How many Oriental people are there in your mouth?" What does it look like? When was it? ”

"Two people, both with black hair, one is thin and wears glasses, and the other is very tall." The man sat up, covered the bleeding corners of his mouth, and replied, "Shortly before your attack, they suddenly arrived. ”

Yi Feiyun then asked, "What are they looking for you?" ”

They said...... can help us win. The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and suddenly knelt down and cried, "My lord, please spare my life, I can ask my family to send a ransom, you can ask for as much as you want!" ”

It can't be any other Skywalker, right? Yi Feiyun felt that this possibility was very high.

Seeing that the man was still pleading, he shook his head a little helplessly, "If you sincerely repent of your sins and swear to serve the king for the rest of your life, I will advise the merciful king to forgive you." He paused, "So, who is your supreme leader?" ”

Except for Brissot himself, who stood still, the rest of the revolutionary elite silently retreated, leaving him alone.

"What's your name?"

"Jacques-Pierre Brissot." The latter is neither humble nor arrogant.

"Brissot? So where is the Marquis de Lafayette? ”

Yi Feiyun showed a strange expression, but he didn't expect to jump directly to the Girondins, and Brissot replaced Lafayette as the vanguard of the revolution.

Could it be that he changed the course of history, which led to a series of subsequent chain reactions? Or is this level world originally adapted from a historical script?

Historically, the leader of the early French Revolution was the Marquis de Lafayette, who belonged to the constitutionalists, and Brissot, who succeeded in ascending to the throne and taking control of the national government after the fall of Lafayette.

The Marquis de Lafayette was a legendary figure who sailed the oceans as a young man to help Washington fight Britain in the American Revolutionary War. Later, during the French Revolution, he became the commander of the French National Guard, drafted the Declaration of the Rights of Man and formulated the tricolor flag, and became the head of the Constitutionalists. Because he participated in both the American Revolutionary War and the French Revolution, Lafayette is known as a hero of both the old and the new worlds.

It can even be said that in the early days of the revolution, it was Lafayette's outstanding popularity that won the hearts of the people that enabled the successful establishment of the revolutionary government.

In contrast, Brissot was much inferior, a commoner, and an ordinary person engaged in publishing before the Revolution.

However, Brissot is a person who truly believes in freedom and equality, which can be seen from the fact that he founded the Black Friends Society, advocating the emancipation of black slaves and equal rights for people of color, so Yi Feiyun still respects him more.

"He's dead!" Brissot suddenly became excited, "Who are you?" We, the French people, are engaged in revolution, you Oriental people are here to join in the fun! Then he shouted in a loud scold, "You king's dogs, one day you will be guillotined by the people, and those nobles and priests...... Shameless exploiters will eventually ......"

Yi Feiyun looked at Brisso's almost crazy posture and couldn't help but sigh - he didn't know that his ending in the official history was also pushed to the guillotine by the people.

In the midst of Brisso's invective, the slightly stocky officer walked up to Brissot and punched him directly in the face.

There was a muffled thud, nosebleeds splattered, and Brissot fainted on his back.

"Looks like I'm pushing too hard, hehe." The officer twisted his wrist and sneered.

"Alright, let's lock them up first."

This officer is really violent...... Yi Feiyun frowned.

Wait a minute! Why does it feel familiar?

It seems that I have seen it in a history textbook, and it seems to be a very awesome character, why can't I remember it for a while?

Just as he seemed to be about to capture something, another important thing suddenly popped into his mind, interrupting his thoughts.

"By the way, send someone to search for those two Orientals." He added to Mika, who was beside him.

Later, Yi Feiyun announced his acceptance of surrender on behalf of the king, and the soldiers of the revolutionary army disarmed one after another, and the weapons abandoned in the open space of the castle were piled up into a hill, and then they gathered together under the supervision of the king's army, and all sat on the ground waiting for the landing.

The war ended in the defeat of the revolutionary army, and the king's army was victorious.

As soon as he entered the dungeon of Fort St. More, Yi Feiyun smelled rancid and moldy.

Brissot and other high-ranking revolutionaries are being held here for the time being, and they will be sent to the Bastille tomorrow to await trial. You don't have to think about it to know that most people will be guillotined.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

Yi Feiyun walked over to the iron bars of the cell and asked, "How much do you know about that Templar, and anyone who can provide useful information can get a corresponding reduction in sentence." ”

The prisoners looked at each other and fell silent for a moment, not because they didn't want to say anything, but because they didn't know much about it and didn't know how to answer.

"All I know is that his name is Andrew, and he claims to be the head of the Templar region of Paris, our biggest benefactor, and that he provided us with this castle as a base base, and that he has helped us a lot in secret, and that we wouldn't have enough arms without him."

A middle-aged man wearing a white wig was the first to speak, his expression was very calm, his tone was also very steady, although he was a prisoner, he still maintained a calm and unhurried bearing, which made Yi Feiyun can't help but look at him twice.

"That's all?"

"Yes, that's all." The middle-aged man in the white wig spread his hands helplessly, "Andrew, this guy is usually very mysterious, and he rarely participates in our meetings, usually only appears when major decisions are made, and we are not familiar with him." He shrugged and looked at the Brie Cableway, "Perhaps...... Mistress Brissot probably knows something we don't know, after all, he sits in the leader's seat. ”

"Condorcet!" Brissor scolded angrily, seeing Yi Feiyun's gaze on him, he snorted coldly, "I don't know more than anyone else, besides, even if I do, I won't tell you!" You abominable Oriental, the king's lackey, the devil ......"

In the middle of his words, Brissot suddenly showed a frightened look, only to see his hands in front of him, and his body unconsciously retreated.

As he saw the stocky officer walking towards him, Brissot had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

"Ahem......", Yi Feiyun coughed dryly, quickly stopped the officer, and then asked, "Do you have any information about the organization and base of the Templar Order?" He paused, "Also, is there any special place in this castle like a secret room?" ”

"I know! I know! The small-eyed, sharp-mouthed, linen-clad man replied, "Your Excellency, there is a secret passage in the study on the second floor, which leads to the outside of the castle......"

After the interrogation, Yi Feiyun walked to the castle platform to prepare to blow the wind and breathe fresh air.

He had received no valuable information, and everything about the Knights Templar was still hidden in a hazy fog.

Wait for tomorrow to bring the hound over and see if there is anything new to discover, and his intuition tells Yi Feiyun that this St. Mor Fort must be buried with a huge secret.

At present, Yifeiyun has a total of two things that he cares about.

The first thing was, of course, about the Knights Templar, both of which had to be addressed, both of which had to be addressed, both of them being their secret base and their potential power within France.

As long as the Knights Templar, who have a common enmity with the King of France, exists, they will certainly continue to plot actions to subvert the royal power, just like terrorist organizations, which are unguardable and annoying.

Perhaps because his zodiac sign is Virgo, Yi Feiyun has a tendency towards perfectionism, and there is an old saying in the Celestial Empire - "Help people to the end, send Buddha to the west". He wanted to clear Louis XVI of enemies in the shadows, not to mention the fact that the Knights Templar also had supernatural powers in their hands, which aroused his great interest.

To this end, he even intended to suggest that Louis XVI set up a department to deal with the Templars.

Another thing is the whereabouts of the two Orientals, and later Yi Feiyun inquired in detail about the situation at that time, and found that the two Orientals put forward a strategic plan of "the countryside encircles the city".

With such an advanced strategic concept, coupled with the identity of the Orientals, Yi Feiyun was almost certain that those two Orientals were also Skywalkers who had crossed over from the original world like him.

However, now that the overall situation has been decided, as long as the reform continues to be promoted, and measures are taken to help the victims of the famine, it is expected that even if other Skywalkers want to oppose him, it will be difficult to make any big waves.

Yi Feiyun, who was immersed in thoughts, lowered his head and unconsciously walked in front of the mottled battlements, the strong wind from the top of the castle blew his hair messily, although the breeze brought bursts of coolness, but he inexplicably gave birth to a sense of melancholy in his heart.

Even from the top of the castle, you can still smell the smoke of gunpowder, and at night it covers the streets like a black carpet, hiding the blood on the ground.

Many areas of the town of Saint-Maur have been reduced to rubble, and even if the houses that managed to escape the shelling could not escape the fate of being looted by the soldiers.

This is the cruelty of war, for the superiors of the feudal era, war is nothing more than a game of games, whether it is soldiers or people, in their eyes it is just a dozen chips.

And for ordinary people, once the war starts, it often becomes involuntary.

Whether it is reduced to cannon fodder or a senseless death in the flames of war, it is a sad ending. Unarmed, they were nothing more than a herd of lambs to the slaughter in the face of enemy soldiers.

Yifeiyun turned around and wandered to the other side of Fort St. More.

The red and yellow light flickered by the lake, the flames rose into the sky with pillars of smoke, and the tricolor flags hanging in the castle were taken down one by one and thrown into the raging flames with the corpses.

Looking at the corpses of those revolutionary soldiers who were sent to be burned from afar, Yi Feiyun felt a lot of emotion in his heart, they were the victims of the class struggle, and future generations may posthumously call them the heroes of the revolution, but now they will be accused of being traitors and bear the contempt and revil of the people.

And all this, perhaps, is to blame on his head, it is his willfulness and selfishness that have turned these people from heroes into traitors.

Yi Feiyun understands that his melancholy comes from the guilt in his heart, and his conscience will hurt, but he will not regret his choice, and he will not make excuses with "half of this decision is handed over to Wei Junhao".

The history books are always written by the victors, and the losers have to pay a heavy price.

With the last tricolor flag thrown into the fire, the French Revolution came to an end.

The spark that was supposed to change the times was extinguished by Yifeiyun without mercy before it could form a prairie fire.

"The firelight illuminates a new era!"

The short and fat officer standing in front of the fire suddenly raised his arms and shouted, he was the same man who had fought the top of the boxing revolution twice, his face was red with flames, and his eyes were shining with a fiery light.

This light is his desire to be at the helm of the great ship of the new era, and the young officer has unparalleled ambition and ambition.

Hearing the shout, Yi Feiyun was excited, and suddenly thought - that short and fat officer couldn't be the legendary Napoleon, right?

In the study on the second floor of Fort St. More, after the soldiers removed the bookshelves, a swarthy entrance was revealed, a secret passage that only allowed one person to pass through.

The people carried oil lamps down the stone steps one after another, and there were no forks in the way of the passage, until they reached a slightly empty place.

What appeared in front of everyone was a narrow, almost ditched, man-made river channel dug from the interior. The river leads to the lake outside the castle, and at the end of the inner channel there are more than a dozen small wooden boats.

It seems that this is a small dock in seclusion.

"Comrade Mika, do you know how to row?"

Seeing the small wooden boat in the dark tunnel, Yi Feiyun suddenly wanted to take a boat on the lake on a whim, he hadn't been on this kind of boat for many years, and he really wanted to revisit it.

That's right, after the victory, he began to wave again.

Mika was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Yes, my lord." ”

"Then you come on a boat, and let's take a tour of the night view of the lake." With that, Yi Feiyun sat on a small wooden boat.

Mika smiled: "It's my pleasure to serve you. ”

Yi Feiyun said to the other soldiers, "You guys search around again and see if there are any hidden places that you haven't found, such as secret doors leading to other secret places." ”

As Mika swung the oars, the wooden boat slowly rowed out of the castle.

The river is covered by deliberately planted vegetation on both sides of the river, making it difficult for enemies to spot the dark river from outside.

The small wooden boat sailed into the lake, and an idea suddenly popped up in Yi Feiyun's heart: If you put a hot pot on this boat, everyone will eat hot pot while enjoying the scenery, don't be too nice.

The fresh breeze on the lake can relieve the heat, and you can also fish by the way, clean and cut the fish into thin slices after catching them, and then throw them directly into the hot pot to eat fresh and delicious shabu-shabu fillets.

What Yi Feiyun didn't know was that while he was imagining a comfortable life, the enemy's vicious plans were quietly underway.

In the undiscovered underground palace of the Château de Saint-Maur, a candle is about to burn out, and its bottom is sprinkled with gunpowder, which is connected to countless barrels of explosives......

After rowing to the center of the lake, Yifeiyun asked Mika to put down the oars and let him drift naturally. The surrounding crystal clear lake water sparkles in the moonlight, and the shrub forest on the shore in the distance is lush.

"Just because you're too beautiful baby, just because you're so beautiful baby, just because you're too beautiful baby, you coming in front of me make me so impatient, I have never had this feeling ...... One more look and it will explode. Seeing this beautiful scenery, he couldn't help but hum a pop song that the people liked to see.

"Your Excellency, are you ...... Chanting? Mika looked dazed, "Is it a spell?" ”

"That's right." Yi Feiyun is a serious way.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly ......

Boom ——!

An earth-shattering bang was heard.

Sitting at the front of the small wooden boat, facing the direction of Fort St. More, Yi Feiyun saw an astonishing sight - Fort St. Mor in the distance collapsed in an instant, stirring up a monstrous amount of dust, and fire and smoke rose from the ruins.

Immediately afterwards, a huge wave hit the lake, and the small wooden boat shook violently, and Yifeiyun hurriedly grabbed the edge of the boat to keep himself from falling into the water.

"! What the heck? Yi Feiyun exclaimed.

Mika looked back when she heard this, and was immediately stunned.

He was dumbfounded and stammered, "My lord, what ......is this?" This is your mantra...... Guide...... Caused? ”

Did this guy misunderstand something?

Wait, that's a big misunderstanding! Really, it happened to explode at this time.