When Marin sorted out these memories, he was also very anxious about the IQ of his predecessor, Little Marin. You are a heavy armored knight, chasing a deer. Even light cavalry may not be able to do this. It is really...
Suddenly, Marin thought - this guy won't be swapped with my soul in the 21st century, right? Thinking of this, he shuddered...
If such a guy with a touching IQ transmigrated to his original body, in the 21st century where there are so many liars, wouldn't he be cheated out of his underwear
However, thinking about it again, now that I can no longer go back, what does the body of Marin in the 21st century have to do with my current self
As for the parents of future generations, Marin is not worried. Because, he has a brother and a sister on his head. This is due to the fact that Marin's hometown is in the countryside, and his parents' awareness is low. They refused to implement family planning back then, and gave birth to three children in one breath. Otherwise, if the only son is gone, it will inevitably collapse, and no one will retire. It's just that the second elder is sad. After all, country people love the young and old the most.
Just thinking about it, another burst of hunger struck. Marin finally remembered - this body has not eaten for more than two days...
Struggling to stand up, Marin saw his long and cumbersome cavalier gun on the edge of the grass where he fell, and a second-hand war horse that was grazing leisurely not far away...
This war horse named Karl was selected by the old Hoffman for Marin since he was a child. Since the age of 13, the original Marin has been feeding the horse, shoveling manure and brushing its hair every day, and cultivating its relationship for 3 years.
Therefore, after the original Marin fell to the ground, Karl did not walk away, but stopped and ate grass on the spot...
Horses can eat grass to satisfy their hunger, but people cannot eat grass. Marin, whose eyes were dizzy with hunger, had to face the challenge of hunger first...
At this time, he was still wearing a breastplate and helmet weighing 15 kilograms—this was the maximum limit the Hoffman family could concoct. After all, the Hoffman family is also very poor. They only have a complete set of Gothic plate armor, which was worn by the old Hoffman and Adler. Also, a gothic breastplate and helmet, without trousers and boots. As for the horse Karl, there is no iron horse armor, but a simple horse armor made of oak, with a layer of black paint on it. It looks like a real horse armor, but it is actually fake. However, this kind of wooden horse armor can also withstand some not-so-heavy attacks to a certain extent, at least better than nothing.
The hunger constantly hit Marin's nerves, reminding him that it's time to eat...
But, where can I find something to eat right now? Marin was helpless. The body he passed through has not eaten for two days now, and the riding and martial arts learned by the original owner have been inherited. In addition, he has some grasping and fighting skills from later generations, and his combat effectiveness is not bad. But the problem is, if you don't eat, you don't have the energy. At this moment, any ordinary strong man can bring himself down...
"Do you want to kill horses to satisfy your hunger?" Marin looked at Karl who was still grazing there leisurely...
Karl seemed to sense something, and also glanced at Marin.
"No, no, brother is now a wandering knight. Can a knight still be called a knight without a horse?" You know, knights in the Middle Ages basically regarded their horses as their second lives. Therefore, whether it is killing horses or selling horses like Qin Qiong, Marin has excluded them.
"But, I'm really hungry!" Marin was about to cry.
Seeing the second-hand Karl grazing there with his head bowed, looking very satisfied, Marin licked his lips:
"Maybe, I can also eat some grass to satisfy my hunger..."
Thinking of the special forces of later generations who ate everything, even raw, during field survival training, Marin resolutely decided to challenge himself!
Then, he walked up to Karl... Then, he started grabbing grass with the war horse Karl...
Grabbing grass for Mao and Ma? Because, the book says that horses are herbivores with very tricky mouths. They eat grass, and it is said that they generally only like to eat juicy and tender grass. If the horse is not too hungry, it will generally refuse to eat grass that tastes bad.
Marin looked at Carl's eating very well, and deduced that the tuft of grass that Carl ate should be delicious. Then, under Carl's bewildered eyes, he pulled out a few grasses that hadn't been chewed by Carl from under Carl's mouth, and stuffed them into his mouth...
"Ah bah - it's so unpalatable... you bastard, why do you enjoy eating so much?" Marin was angry and glared at Karl, while Karl snorted and continued to eat grass without caring.
The green grass in front of me is indeed delicious, but that is for herbivores. As for humans - who the hell told you to eat grass
No matter what kind of grass, there is a green taste. Marin ate the grass just now, and immediately a green taste gushed out of his mouth. That feeling is somewhat similar to eating green tea leaves that have been soaked in water.
After spitting out the green grass in his mouth, Marin remembered that the Red Army seemed to eat bark and grass roots when they crossed the grass, and there was no record that they ate grass leaves. So, instead, he pulled out the roots of the grass and began to eat the roots.
The taste of the grass roots is indeed better than that of the grass leaves, at least the smell is much less. Those greens on the grass blades are actually the source of the green taste. As for the grass roots, there is obviously no green taste. Then, Marin ate a lot of grass roots in one go. Afterwards, he took out the copper pot, filled it with water from a nearby stream, and drank it.
After resting for a while, coupled with the energy brought by the food, Marin's physical strength finally recovered a lot. Then, he began to think about the next question of survival.
Whether it is the former Marin knight or the modern Marin, he is a very principled person. Therefore, learning from those fallen wandering knights and blocking the road to rob is something Marin is unwilling to do. Therefore, he had only two choices—either hunting for a living, or returning to Hoffman Estate for help.
However, Marin was a little afraid that the old Hoffman couple would find out that they were fakes, and then notify the church to arrest themselves and burn them to death. These days, the church does not need evidence for burning people alive, it is enough for people to suspect you. Therefore, after much deliberation, only hunting for a living is the only choice at present.
In fact, there is also a third option. For example, you can choose to seek allegiance to a great lord. However, Marin, who was only sixteen years old, was still developing, so he didn't seem tall and strong enough. His current height is only about 1.7 meters, which is considered acceptable among ordinary Germans in this era. But among the Germanic knights, it looks a little short and thin. Because ordinary people in this era lack nutrition, naturally they are generally shorter. But the children of the knight family, with adequate nutrition and genetics, are generally not short.
The nobles are particularly particular about ostentation, and like to take a group of tall, muscular men out to show off. With his current physique, it is difficult to be favored by others. Probably, only His Majesty the Emperor, who was eager to recruit mercenaries to work for him, would accept Marin. After all, Marin also came from the knight family, and his combat effectiveness is much stronger than ordinary mercenaries from the bottom of society.
In the end, Marin decided to rely on hunting all the way, in exchange for food and travel expenses, and went to Vienna to join the Holy Roman Emperor Maximilian I. At this time, the Italian war has begun, and the hegemony between Shinra and France in Italy is about to begin. Therefore, I have a great chance to stand out by relying on the various military technologies I learned online in the 21st century, and maybe I can become a nobleman...