I don’t know when I was lying on the beach, I was awakened by the cool sea water, and slowly opened my eyes in a daze. After waking up, the first thing I did was to hurriedly touch my head and limbs with both hands. Fortunately, except for the back and arms, I didn’t find any problems in other parts of my body for the time being. There were only a pair of underwear left on my body, and other clothes, pants, and shoes and socks on my feet were gone. I guess the sea water rolls ran away.

I tried hard to get myself up from the beach and looked around, hoping to find the crashed passenger plane and other surviving passengers, but apart from a few fast-flying seabirds in the sky, I saw no other living creatures. I walked along the beach for another period, and it was still the case.

"It seems that I was washed to the shore by the sea. I believe there is no other living person on the entire plane except me." I thought this way and stopped searching in vain, and decided to a direction, and began to stagger towards the inland.

After staggering for more than 10 minutes, I felt a little exhausted, so I stopped walking forward, came to a row of hard leaf bushes, turned around and sat down, facing the sea and looking into the distance.

"Where is this?" I kept looking around, but found that there were some olive trees and two and three wild jasmine trees scattered not far away. Although my whole body was soaked in the sea water, in this dry climate (and the sunshine shining), I felt cold. Looking at the few clouds in the sky and the sun in the sky, I guess it was noon now. With my common sense of geographical, I can basically confirm that these are typical Mediterranean environments.

"It seems that I have indeed come to the Mediterranean coast of France, but I don't know if it's near Marseille, Toulon or Cannes? No matter how he is, it's a blessing to survive. It seems that God will not let my genius brother die inexplicably. Haha, if you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune!"

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"I don't know what my parents will react after the plane crash. My mother must be crying constantly. The old man must have a phone call at home. Oh, the phone is not on his body, otherwise he can call his parents now to reassure them."

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"Forget it, let's wait until the rescue team. I will never have to run around to ask for help. And seeing the desolate appearance nearby, I rarely meet someone for a while. By the way, when people come, they should think of the words quickly, so as not to be mistakenly sent to the Immigration Bureau by the locals as stowaways. That would be a big embarrassment."

In this way, I thought about it for an hour or two, but still didn't wait for the rescue team to arrive. I thought that foreigners' work efficiency would not be much better than in China. A wind began to blew on the sea surface. Although the temperature did not drop much, my naked body was still cold under the gust of sea breeze. Even more unfortunately, my stomach, which had not eaten for a long time, began to play empty plan with me.

"It seems that if I wait like this, I will either be cold to death or starve to death after the disaster. Think about it, I still have a pair of underwear on my body, so I can think that I am a sportsman who loves swimming. Relying on my pretty good French, I can explain it clearly when I meet those irrelevant people and locals. Besides, the French are the most open country in Europe. Hehe, maybe I can see lovers who are as naked as me on the road later, but it is best to be a MM, a French blonde MM from PL."

Thinking of this, I stood up resolutely, carefully avoided the sharp little stones under my body, and continued to walk inland along the grass behind the bushes.

Along the way, I didn't even see half a figure, let alone PL's naked MM, but I just climbed over two not-so-high hills. During this period, I encountered an unmanaged plantation. I picked some figs and grapes randomly to satisfy my hunger and recovered some of my energy. I was unceremonious and found a tiny yellow linen monk's robe that seemed to belong to a monk and a pair of wooden cloth shoes. I hurriedly set off on the road.

Three hours later, I finally stopped walking or couldn't walk anymore. It was the result of a collective strike between my legs and feet, so I had to find a tree to sit and rest. Thinking about how I had walked about 20 kilometers, why haven't I met someone yet? It's really strange.

"It seems something is wrong. The Mediterranean coast of France cannot be so desolate. Not to mention that there is no one, there is not even a standard road. Moreover, I heard from the old man that the coast of the Mediterranean region is particularly polluted due to the influence of modern industrialization. However, no matter how I see, there is no trace of pollution here. There is also the abandoned plantation I have just visited. It is simply a typical French farmhouse in the mid-to-late 18th century. Especially the outfit I wear, modern people will never wear such inferior monk robes. Wood-soled cloth shoes are also products before and after the French Revolution. Isn't this modern France, but France in the Louis period or the Revolutionary period..."

After reading this, I couldn't help but feel scared. I quickly compared the things I saw before and after with the familiar French historical knowledge, and found that I was getting closer to my inference. Suddenly, I found a soft thing in the lower right pocket of the monk's robe, which felt like a piece of paper or something. I took it out and saw it, it was a somewhat incomplete leaflet, written in French:

"In the fourth year of freedom, the first year of the French Republic... The horn of the revolution was blown again, the harbor Toulon was controlled by the evil royalists and the mean British people, and the citizens of the Provence should bravely take up their weapons and actively report to the local Republican army..."

The final signature is "September 1793 of the Public Security Commission of the French Republic". 1793 was the fourth year of the French Revolution, and the current ruling party is also the Jacobins who are famous for their ability to create "national terror". The history of "93" will be repeated in front of me.

So, I unconsciously felt like I wanted to cry loudly. The reason was that I left my original world and came to a former society and could not see my parents, relatives, friends, and graduate courses that I had never taken that day; the second was that I felt that God was too unfair, and the air crash would be the air crash and would not let me die. At least you would have to let me stay in a suitable era or a place with a good environment. I would have to scold you in the end and still be the most turbulent and darkest era in French history. If I was not careful, I would either be caught by Jacobins and beheaded or whipped by the princes. Of course, it would not be good to fall into the hands of the British. Those pirates would definitely make me scrub the deck day and night on the dirty wooden sail warship, and it would be even worse than death.

Alas, there is no other way, and I can only take one step, I just hope that I am near Marseille, Cannes or Nice, at least those cities are still under the control of the Republican army for the time being, and there is no riot, and basically stable. By the way, it seems that I have to spend some time making up a story. When I meet a trouserless man, I can explain it: I have said that because of my advocacy of freedom and democracy, and admire the great achievements of the French Revolution, I came from the far east to obtain scriptures, and prepared to go back and save those compatriots who were cruelly exploited by the feudal imperial power of Manchuria.

I know that shortly after the Revolution, the republican cabinets signed a decree that declared that the French Republic would do its best to support all the righteous struggles of all nations oppressed and unequal treatment in material, financially and spiritually. What's more, the French at that time almost had a perverted obsession with their political beliefs. If you told the republicans that you advocate revolution or told the royalists that you support the king, you would receive warm hospitality like their brothers and comrades, but if you say the opposite, your head would definitely move.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but admire my extraordinary reaction ability. Such a wonderful lie could be born, and the feeling of loss just now was immediately swept away.

After a long time, after the self-intoxication ended, I discovered a key question: what should I do if I was damn near Toulon now? Resigning to the Republican Army is of course the best choice, because they were the last winner of this battle, but they were afraid of being captured by them as cannon fodder. Of course, the excuse was to ask allies from the East to learn how the great Republican Army defeated the feudal rebellion. But if you imagine carefully, you think this choice is good. At least I can enter Toulon as a winner (if you have the life to live), and the most important thing is that I will be able to look at one of my greatest idols, Napoleon Bonaparte.
Chapter completed!