Fishing in the Snow at Lone Mountain

An Ning transmigrated to a parallel universe in the year 1780, initially hoping to use his understanding of history to remain neutral and become a wealthy landlord, seeking neither fame nor recognition in the troubled times.
However, it seems that the course of events has somewhat spiraled out of his control.
'Respected General, we acknowledge no one but you,' said the young Captain with the surname Bonaparte.

Descending On France 1780

Having just arrived at the Versailles Palace, the palace steward immediately informed Lafayette and Anning that His Majesty the King was waiting for them in one of the first floor's side halls.


As soon as Anning entered the side hall, he suddenly felt the military rank insignia he was wearing heat up—with numerous Generals present, each sporting their own insignia, his Lieutenant's badge suddenly felt as insignificant as a bug.


Marshal Broglie opened the conversation, "This... wouldn't happen to be the very son of a Leatherworker who personally stormed the Bastille, would it?"


"Did I hear you kicked down the fortress gates with a kick?" the Marshal inquired.


Anning thought to himself, dammit, who spread this rumor? If I find out who's been talking nonsense, they're going to pay.


Anning replied, "No, I used a Cannon to bombard and breach the fortress gates from a close distance."


075 His Majesty with His Head Hung in Dejection