Yang Desai lay in a daze in the trench, holding a two-cornered boat-shaped cap with a large hole in his fingers in his arms, looking up at the gray sky above his head. Through the gaps filled with smoke, the warmth of winter scattered on his blue uniform, which was a military uniform of the First French Empire, to be precise, the combat uniform of the near-guard officer. As for the former owner of this lieutenant colonel uniform and the body wrapped in the uniform, he was a French-army officer named Andrew Desai.

Half an hour ago, the Desai Lieutenant Colonel, who got his wish, took over a battalion with only 280 people in the battalion. He was also told that the battalion existed only as a reserve team. The brave officer felt insulted. He flatly refused the orders conveyed by the messenger, abandoned his own reserve battalion, and rushed straight to the front line of fierce battle, hoping to obtain permission from General Mondell, the commander of the Western Front, to join the stormtrooper.

While about to cross the trench, an Espanyol shell roared and landed three meters away on the left side of Desay. Although it was only a 4-pound solid bullet, the ground gravel splashed by the shell hit the French Lieutenant Colonel's head, and then fell heavily into the trench 2 meters deep and fainted. Until a temporary engineer who acted as an ambulance discovered him and sent the unlucky Lieutenant Colonel Desay to the side of the trench, a simple battlefield ambulance.

French Lieutenant Colonel died?

Or it should be said that Yang Desai's soul traveled into Desai's body and replaced it. As for the trauma on the head, it was not very serious. Now it felt like he was only broken by gravel, and it seemed that he had bleeding a lot, and was stained with a large bandage covering the head, but his life was free and he was only slightly injured.

Soon, a field military doctor came over to check Yang Desai's head injury. After confirming that the officer was not seriously injured, the military doctor happily patted the lucky guy on the shoulder, handed him a tin pot filled with clear water, said a blessing from "Thank God", and then rushed to check on the next wounded.

The trenches that acted as temporary aid center were smelly and muddy, and filled the wounded soldiers sent from the front line. Some were moaning in pain, some were cursing and howling. The former was caused by pain and torture, while the latter was wounded soldiers who had been or were about to be amputated. The arms, legs, sleeves and trousers that were amputated by military doctors were discarded randomly. The entire aid center was filled with the smell of corpses. Because they were far away from France and fighting in hostile countries, battlefield hospitals always lacked the minimum medical supplies, such as soap, stretchers, bandages, and medicines. As for disinfection fuel and surgical anesthetics, there has never been a place.

Although the former owner of this body was accustomed to the bloody battlefield and the smell of corpse, Yang Desai, who had been "transforming", obviously did not adapt much. He put his military cap back on his head, held the inner wall of the trench, and worked hard to stand up in the muddy land soaked in the blood-soaked water, covering his mouth and nose with one hand, staggering, and walking away from the ambulance.

After less than two minutes of difficulty, Yang Desai felt dizzy and swelling. It was a normal reaction to excessive exercise after blood loss. He quickly found a dry position, leaned against the trench, and lay half lying down again. Fortunately, here, the sound of gunfire in the distance suppressed the crying of the wounded soldiers in the rescue center, and the smoke of gunfire replaced the stin stench. Drinking a few sips of water from the tin pot made the traveler's nervousness relax a little, and his vague mind gradually recovered.

Yang Desai took out his pocket watch from his pocket and wanted to determine the time, but he found that in addition to his soul coming 200 years ago, the valuable Napoleon pocket watch also seemed to have traveled intact.

It is still a round gold case, still decorated with gorgeous enamel and red, blue and green gemstone strings, and there is still a "N" in the center of the crown (representing Napoleon's exclusive pocket watch). The portrait inside the pocket watch is still the mother and the youngest son, but the mother is Desert's mother, and the youngest son is Desert himself. In addition, the color of the gold case is somehow slightly dim.

"Damn Spaniard!" Yang Desai, who had recovered his mind, quickly recalled the bizarre explosion scene in the room. He was sure that it must be the Marquis of Fernando who had eavesdropped on his phone call with his colleagues, causing the minions to create a bloody murder in the Palafos Hotel. As for why he was traveling to the ancient battlefield 200 years ago, Yang Desai believed that it should be this Napoleon pocket watch that released some kind of magic. When the explosion occurred, a white light wrapped his soul layer by layer, and under the will of God, it was teleported to the city of Zaragoza in 1809.

"Forget it, the past is not remembered, and it is meaningless!" Yang Desai began to comfort himself. At least his colleagues had already known the Spanish's betrayal and were wary of it. At least the rich family property he left was enough to allow his wife and children to live a life without worries. As for betrayal and hatred, Yang Desai could only calculate the Spanish today. Although Yang Desai was just a businessman, he had a distinct personality of revenge. If someone scolded him, he would definitely find an opportunity to punch him.

"From now on, I am no longer Yang Desai. My name is Desai, Andrew Desai, Earl of the French Empire, Lieutenant Colonel of the French Guards, and the son of the old General Desai." The time traveler hypnotized himself over and over again, replaying his various experiences of his real identity in his mind.

Andrew Desay, born in Warsaw, Poland in 1783, was the late General Desay (full name: Louis Charles Antonvani Desay Desay Desay Desay Desay Desay Desay Desay Desay Desay The son of an illegitimate family before the French Revolution, who was unexpectedly married to a Polish noble woman who came here to visit (3 years older than General Desay himself).

In the second year after Andrew Desai's Polish mother died, in 1793, when Russia, Prussia and Austria set off a second craze for the division of Poland, the old Desai obtained custody of 9-year-old Andrew Desai from a Polish exiled nobleman (Little Desai's grandfather), and brought his illegitimate son back to Paris to settle.

In 1800, after the old general Desai was unfortunately killed in the Battle of Malenco, Andrew Desai, who was under 17 years old, resolutely left the old general Desai's family and studied in an engineering boarding school in Paris. Three years later, under the recommendation of his father's former friend and subordinate, General Dawu, he entered the newly founded Imperial Military College Military Academy (later known as Saint-Sill Military Academy). At the graduation ceremony in 1805, Andrew Desai won the rank of lieutenant as an excellent student and entered the Royal Guards to serve in an enviable manner.

From 1805 to 1808, Andrew Desay participated in the Battle of Osterlitz, the Battle of Jena-Ousttet, the Battle of Ellau, and the Battle of Friedland, and made several meritorious service and promoted several times. After the Battle of Friedland, Emperor Napoleon commended the loyalty and courage of Lieutenant Colonel Andrew Desay, and even to commemorate his lost benefactor and close friend, he also conferred the title of aristocratic title of Count of the Empire of Andrew Desay, a residence on the Champs Elysees, and an annual salary of 200,000 francs...

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, what an amazing second-generation official!" Yang Desai, oh, no, Lieutenant Colonel Desai can't help but sigh at his good luck. From the perspective of the canned merchants in the past, the old General Desai gave Andrew Desai too rich in connection with Emperor Napoleon and the friendship of many marshals, made Little Desai smooth all the way.
Chapter completed!