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Chapter 1942 The man who conquered Poland twice
Lao Bu tried his best to follow behind Gu Xiaobai. Behind him, every knight was unstoppable, but they were also in extreme danger.

Cavaliers continued to be stabbed by lances, stripping off the charging team.

Once they left the rhythm of the cavalry charge, it turned into bloody slashing and fighting, and the advantages disappeared.

Without the blessing of Gu Xiaobai's "magic", for the charging hussars, the charge from an invincible charge turned into a one-to-many fight.

To leave the team is to die.

Even if you are pierced or cut, you have to stay on the horse, maybe you can still survive!

But after all, some people will be left behind, just like no matter how hard an object is, it will eventually be worn out and eroded.

However, the battlefield was too narrow after all, and it was completely penetrated by this cavalry in an instant.

But this is not a battle of assault, this is a battle of annihilation.

The cavalry who ran through the battlefield did not stop there, but still maintained their formation and started the next round of penetration.

It was a one-sided massacre.

After the team went back and forth three times at the scene, even such a powerful cavalry team still lost about one-third of its personnel.

But what disintegrated along with it was the fighting will of the defenders.

In fact, for anyone watching this "true history" now, it's a fantastic fight.

But for the Cavaliers who hedged on the field, this is a battle that is doomed.

When this battle took place on the castle square, the defenders had already lost.

Following Gu Xiaobai's charge was a team of hussars, but Gu Xiaobai did not only have such a team of hussars.

After the fighting consciousness of the hussars collapsed, the other cavalry led by Lao Bu and the infantry who were also willing to follow Gu Xiaobai began to enter the field.

The smoke and cloud changed, and the picture changed.

The fighting has stopped, and fighters from both sides are cleaning the battlefield.

A cloud of smoke enveloped the royal castle, and then slowly dispersed.

The onlookers, who were huddled in the corner of the battlefield, suddenly widened their eyes.

The royal castle has changed!
The castle stands on the embankment of the Vistula River. Since the day she was born, it has been ravaged by wars. It has been burned and damaged for about 600 years.

It has been continuously restored until modern times.

Its last restoration was done in 2019.

But at this time, what appeared in front of everyone was an ancient and dilapidated castle.

Its façade is mottled and slightly dull, with a turret collapsed and scaffolding on top.

The boy stood on top of the clock tower, overlooking the entire castle and square.

In his hand, on a white erhu, the strings shone with faint blue light.

The extremely passionate march faded away, and a tragic and desolate song sounded.

The third theme of the fourth movement "Parade" of "North Atlantic Rhapsody" is "Elegy"!
This song is similar to the theme of "National Memorial" in Gu Xiaobai's "Song, Dance, Poetry", but it is completely different.

"National Memorial" is a memorial for survivors to those who sacrificed their lives for the country in order to protect themselves.

"Elegy" is even more of a victor, overlooking the battlefield, watching the desolation of countless soldiers whose souls have nowhere to go.

But this kind of feeling, in the ears of the Poles, is a completely different feeling.

Desolation is not sad, but sadness is not a tragic melody, it is more like telling the fate of Poland.

This is not a tragedy of one family, but of thousands of families, so it is bigger than desolation.

But this is an elegy written by the winner to mourn the loser, so it is sad but not tragic.

Just like Poland, in the last few hundred years, it has been unable to decide its own destiny. It has been invaded again and again, and even disappeared in the long river of history.

Its survival and continuation are nothing but a game of the strong, an exchange on the chessboard.

The third theme in just a few minutes slowly disappeared as the cloud of smoke dissipated.

The mottled facade of the castle has become bright and beautiful.

The castle square, which was strewn with corpses, was once again as clean as new.

The knight who stood up immediately and the knight who died in the corner were gone.

Even the knights who attacked Fogil in the square before had disappeared.

Only some modern people who just woke up from a dream were left, standing blankly on the castle square.

In the middle of the square, between two police cars, Captain Grzegorz poked his head out.

"ended?"

it is finally over?
For the people in the corner, they still have places to hide.

But for Captain Grzegorz and others who happened to be in the middle of the battlefield, everything just now was really exciting.

They watched helplessly as the knights rushed past them.

If it were not for the cover of two police cars, he suspected that they would have been trampled to death by horses.

The little girl was still excitedly holding up her mobile phone to take pictures at first, but when the picture became brutal and bloody, she could only bury herself in her father's arms and cry.

Now, she was looking around with blank eyes open.

The horrible scene just now has completely disappeared.

Castle Square is the same as it was before.

"Just now, what happened?"

"Is this a performance? Or a projection?"

Those who saw all this with their own eyes were shocked.

Those who saw TVP's live broadcast were all stunned.

what is this?
This is... TVP aired for 15 minutes on the time slots and programs that people pay the most attention to. Gu Xiaobai's MV?

Don't tell me, what happened just now really happened?
I don't believe it, don't lie to me!

Even if countless people saw it with their own eyes, I wouldn't believe it!

You tell me what happened before 99 before I believe it!
"That was really a projection just now..." Looking at the unchanged square, Grzegorz scratched his head.

However, somewhere deep in his heart, Grzegorz was actually a little disappointed.

Although he didn't show it, he is actually a fan of hussars. He has participated in several activities of hussars enthusiasts, and once fantasized about participating in the hussars championship.

It's just that his salary is not enough to support him to keep a horse and do a lot of training.

He was equally indignant about Gu Xiaobai's previous MV, even more indignant than most people in the police station, but he abided by his duties and did not indulge his personal thoughts.

When the seemingly invincible hussar team charged just now, Grzegorz kept poking his head and watching them.

Somewhere deep in his mind, he was actually imagining what it would be like if he was also a member of the Winged Cavalry.

Although he didn't know why the two hussars fought, the most handsome cavalry was indeed the hussars!
The strongest cavalry is indeed hussars!

But where does the projection start?
The Viscount Bukovik who flew Fogil in front of him must have been a projection too.

Wait, where's Faugil?
Did this guy take advantage of the chaos and escape?
Could it be that this guy is also a projection? ? ? ? ?

At this moment, Captain Grzegorz had already begun to doubt the authenticity of the world he was in.

He looked left and right, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Ok?"

Captain Grzegorz saw a clear horseshoe print on the front cover of the police car, which was deeply sunken.

Wait, he remembered that there was a war horse before, stepping on a police car, and ran over like that...

Could it be that the war horse and charge just now were real?

"Uncle Grzegorz, look! It's a horse!" The little girl pointed to the front and shouted.

Captain Grzegorz turned his head and saw not far away, a brown war horse in full armor, shaking his nose.

"Sneeze! Sneeze!"

Then he tapped his hooves on the ground a little anxiously, as if he wanted to lose his temper.

"Whose horse? Whose horse is lost?" Grzegorz came up to the horse and stretched out his hand to comfort it.

Captain Grzegorz died helplessly, what is the matter!

Such a war horse, even in modern society, would not be a small sum if it wanted to be so fat and strong.

The owner of this horse actually left it here like this.

The war horse, which was restless in an unfamiliar environment, was gradually calmed down in the hands of Grzegorz.

Looking at the tall horse, Grzegorz suddenly had an urge to ride on it.

This kind of war horse, maybe after today, there will never be a chance to ride it again.

Now, give it a try!
But what if its owner is not satisfied?
But its owner, abandon it first, isn't it?

When Grzegorz was at war between heaven and man, he heard the little girl shout again: "Uncle Grzegorz, look, Fogil is about to escape! Catch him!"

Grzegorz turned his head and saw Fogil running wildly.

Grzegorz didn't think much about it at all, his body was already moving.

He got on the horse and galloped away. Behind him, behind the saddle, he heard the pair of wings cutting through the air, making a "squeaky" sound.

At that moment he had a feeling of unreality.

I'm riding on a war horse with "two wings"!
My dream has come true!
The horse galloped wildly, and after more than ten seconds, he rushed to Fujill's side. A swoop threw Fujill to the ground, pinned him to the ground, and handcuffed him.

"You were arrested for fraud and inciting riots, you can keep silent, but..."

Grzegorzh finished the set, and when he pulled Fogil up from the ground, he heard applause of "Hua Hua Hua..." from the side.

Grzegorz didn't know how to respond, and then he felt his neck heat up, and the horse's head came closer and gently pressed against Grzegorz's neck.

Grzegorz turned around, and the horse had already stretched out its head affectionately.

"Hey..." Grzegorz stroked the horse's head, feeling his heart melt.

He wants the horse!

He wants to keep the horse!
Although he doesn't have enough money to raise it, but...he really wants to!
Grzegorz backhanded and hugged the horse's head around his neck.

"Son, let me take care of you, good boy..."

Beside them, countless mobile phones were held up. Videos with names such as "Poland's Most Handsome Mounted Policeman" and "Modern Hussar" exploded on the Internet.

At this time, most people have ignored that there is still a person in the sky.

Gu Xiaobai's eyes were tightly closed, supported by Yun Zhongjun on his body, suspended in the air, motionless.

Looked like he was fast asleep.

When a breeze blows, Gu Xiaobai, who is wearing Yunzhongjun, and the flying sword behind him will sway gently in the air.

The broadcast cameras all around were pointed at him.

Different directions, different angles.

The boy with his eyes closed lost a lot of vigor and a lot more peace.

There was a faint smile on his face, and he didn't know if he was thinking of something, or he was having a sweet dream.

300 years ago, in the Royal Castle, the King of Poland, August II.

This "powerful king" and "iron fist" figure known in Europe for his "infinite strength" was standing tremblingly on the steps, waiting for the arrival of the "wizard from the East" that terrified him.

Finally, a white horse passed through the city gate and came to the steps.

"Respected, Lord Tonight Bai from the East, Holy Roman Empire Saxon Elector and King of Poland, Frederick August salutes you."

"You know me?" Gu Xiaobai sat on the horse, calmly accepting a king's salute.

This is the attitude of a winner.

Lao Bu, who was following Gu Xiaobai, had a somewhat complicated expression on his face.

He wanted to get off the horse, but he stopped his thought after glancing at Old Feng beside him with a calm expression.

Gu Xiaobai looked at August II, the king of Poland, worthy of his title of "strong".

He was tall and strong. Although he was not as tall as Peter, he seemed to be able to accommodate two Peters.

In history, August II was conceited because of his "power", but he was ambitious and talented, and he had brute force, but he didn't make any big achievements.

"I don't know you." August II said, "but I know you are coming... Maybe I shouldn't try to fight the prophecy..."

"Prophecy?" Gu Xiaobai raised his eyebrows, "What did the prophecy say?"

"Said 40 years later, a musician from the east with the same magical powers will defeat my army, and then lead my army to overthrow me. If I want to... survive, I must do what he said... Then I shall be the greatest king in Polish history..."

This prophecy made August dumbfounded.

In fact, Gu Xiaobai couldn't laugh or cry either.

Gu Xiaobai probably understood why August II sent troops to attack him.

Because of the existence of such a prophecy, he was already afraid when he appeared.

But if he hadn't sent troops to attack him, the prophecy would not have come true.

This prophecy was probably left on purpose by the little moth.

Of course, it is estimated that August II may not be able to understand this paradox.

"The prophecy is correct, you must obey me." Gu Xiaobai nodded, "In this way you will become the greatest king in Polish history. What else did the prophecy say?"

"Say that with your help, I will create unprecedented history..."

August II looked at Gu Xiaobai with some anticipation, like a person with great aspirations and talents, who finally found a chance to make a fortune. "Then... what should I do now?"

"Hmm..." Gu Xiaobai squeezed his chin and thought for a while, then smiled: "Call your historians and painters here."

"????" August II never expected that Gu Xiaobai's first order would be this.

"Historical officials and... painters?" What are these people doing?
What is this for?
"Create unprecedented history!" Gu Xiaobai smiled.

Literally.

August II suddenly felt that he seemed to be deceived by the prophecy.

Damn, is that how history was created?
(End of this chapter)