"who I am?"

"Where am I?"

"What's wrong with me?"

When Zhang Zhe woke up, he felt like he was watching a movie. He quickly watched a prince's life, but his head was shaking, heavy and painful.

He thought it himself that this was the rhythm of excessive mental consumption. When he thought about the math problems that made people feel like water was in his head.

After closing his eyes and resting for a while, he realized his entire reaction and kept murmuring.

Until now, he still doesn't believe it, and he has traveled through time.

I still remember that during the time travel, he was lowering his head and playing with his mobile phone, when he suddenly sent a group notification from QQ: Congratulations on becoming the group leader of Class 105.

It is generally quite happy to be a group leader, but Zhang Zhe is not happy at all.

Because when 54 people in the high school class established a group, they once said that whoever gets out of the group will automatically withdraw from the group if they get out of the order.

Then, five years later, Zhang Zhe walked well on the road and received this news that made him laugh and cry.

"Am I happy? Or am I happy?" Zhang Zhe was amused and crying.

He lowered his head to play with his phone, but he didn't know that at the moment when he was lost, his body had fallen into a circular black hole without control.

"I hate stealing manhole covers-" This is his last words.

Just the moment after his eyes closed, he successfully traveled from a young college student, a head-down clan, to become a prince - Charlie Edward Stuart.

This predecessor came to Scotland with great difficulty, preparing to restore his dynasty - the Stuart Dynasty.

By the way, his grandfather was James II, the unlucky king of the glorious revolution in Britain.

Afterwards, the parliament welcomed James II's son-in-law, William II, the Dutch ruler, and his daughter Mary II, to London to succeed the throne.

After the two died, James II's youngest daughter, Queen Anne, succeeded to the throne, and it was not the turn of James II, who hid in Rome, and his son James III.

After Queen Anne's death, the throne escaped from James II and James III again and came to James II's father, the son of James I's granddaughter, George I, the first king of the Hanover dynasty in England.

Britain turned several turns, and the throne belonging to the Stuart family suddenly disappeared.

I have worked hard in Rome for decades, hunting and drinking, and the throne that I thought was ready to be captured suddenly flew away!

It’s like an appointment with your girlfriend to graduate and get married, but when you get the graduation certificate, you have worked hard to get a good day and get the certificate, but you suddenly receive your girlfriend’s wedding invitation.

What kind of mood is this? After Zhang Zhe inherited the memories of his predecessor, he was a feeling of frustration, irritability, a breakdown of his dreams, and destruction of the world at all costs.

However, why is this world different from the world in memory? There is actually an extraordinary power.

Hearing the chirping sounds coming from his ears, Zhang Zhe felt that he could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. If he continued, he might become a savage.

"Your Highness the Prince fainted, let's take the opportunity to retreat! The tens of thousands of troops in front are approaching like wolves. Only when you return to the high ground can you save a trace of vitality!" A rough voice sounded, very direct.

"No, although His Highness the Prince fainted, he was the commander of all the soldiers. Without his consent, no one could act without his own actions!" A heavy voice dissuaded.

Zhang Zhe recalled that this was the voice of his assistant General Angus Earl George Murray, the loyal James Party member.

Withdrawal? Return to the highlands.

Who came up with this messy idea? The predecessor finally smuggled from France to Scotland, and in order to restore the throne, he led his troops to fight without hesitation.

More importantly, in order to successfully launch a military force, the predecessor borrowed 180,000 livres in France?

Oh my God! God, if you hadn't become the king, you would have to kill the time traveler who had just passed through.

At this moment, Zhang Zhe could only passively implement his predecessor's ideal, otherwise his huge debt would have killed him.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Zhang Zhe saw a few big pie faces with disheveled hair, thick and white skin, and staring at green eyes, which scared him.

"God bless you finally wake up, Your Highness."

Several middle-aged men, like savages, were wearing Scottish velvet plaid dresses and said in surprise, not knowing whether they were joy or unwillingness on their faces.

In Zhang Zhe's opinion, most of them are unwilling to accept it.

"I'm fine, what's the situation at the moment?" After looking at these tribal leaders with different expressions, Zhang Zhe finally froze General Angus on the side.

"Your Highness, only two thousand people left in England to escape, three thousand were captured, two thousand escaped, and only more than two thousand were actually killed!"

Earl George Murray bent over slightly and glanced at His Highness the Prince. He felt that the nobleman in front of him suddenly had a different temperament. He no longer had the impatience of the past. He immediately withdrew his gaze and then he said respectfully.

The other tribal leaders glanced at His Highness the Prince and Marquis Angus. This feeling of neglecting caught them off guard.

After all, most of the warriors come from their tribes, how dare the prince ignore them?

"Where is the supplies?" Zhang Zhe asked hurriedly.

"Oats and wheat only cut more than 5,000 pounds, while in terms of funds, it only had more than 3,000 pounds.

And it is only enough to pay the soldiers’ salary of half a month, and the current gap is still 4,000 pounds away!”

Food and other things are enough to eat for more than half a month, so it is not too urgent. Of course, it is quite dangerous.

Moreover, in terms of money, there is a huge shortage, and the salary owed is also very fatal.

A penny stumps the hero.

As the prince of the Stuart Dynasty, although Charlie had appeal in the Highlands, George II in London was still too powerful, and most of the forces were still waiting and watching, especially his predecessor once came to England, but he retreated.

Among the soldiers who followed him at this time, except for the two thousand MacDonald tribes and six other tribes including the Cameron tribe, who firmly supported him, the others were speculators who came with the wind.

Support cannot be used as a meal, and without salary, the army will be separated.

"Do you have any good ways? Lord Angus?" The young prince frowned and looked at Earl George Murray ahead.

General George Murray's exact title is Earl of Angus. Generally speaking, he is called Lord Angus. "Lord" is not a title, but a noble in ancient English. "Lord" is a title when aristocrats express closeness, and is suitable for nobles below the duke.

The Duke must be honored as the Duke to show the nobleness of the Duke.

Of course, knights and barons cannot be called lords. In the eyes of the nobles, they have never been real nobles.

Earl Angus was shocked when he heard His Highness, who had always been arrogant and persistent in his opinion, suddenly asked for his own questions.

Not only him, but even the tribal leaders beside him were shocked.

His Highness's stubbornness is obvious to all. If everyone hadn't forced him together, he would have led thousands of troops to the siege of the English. At this moment, he had learned to ask for advice? He had never chosen to surrender under their pressure.

Is it really God's blessing?

Charlie frowned and looked at Earl Angus with a shocked look on his face. He was puzzled. He just asked a question, why did he look like this?

"Please forgive my rudeness, Your Highness!" George Murray bowed and apologized, and then he said his advice:

"For the sake of the present, we can only replace pounds with oats, which is the best way!"

"Barl MacDonald, what do you think?" Prince Charlie ignored this suggestion, and then his eyes turned to the head of the MacDonald tribe who was burly but had an indifferent expression.

The MacDonald tribe was once the overlord of the Highlands and was known as the King of the North.

However, after James II abdicated and after Dutch ruler William took over London, he forced the Highland tribe who was loyal to James II to surrender to him, and then lured and killed the then leader Alastair McCrain.

In addition, the Campbell tribe and the Grant tribe of the MacDonald family supported William, so the MacDonald tribe and its ally Cameron tribe chose to support James II without hesitation and became the so-called James party.

"You are our current commander, we all listen to you!" A loud voice came from his big mouth. Chief MacDonald looked at the young prince with a sincere expression, his rough face full of affection.

If Charlie hadn't known his deeds from his predecessor's memory, he would have almost been deceived by him.

Under Prince Charles' gaze, other tribal leaders responded repeatedly, saying that everything was decided by His Highness the Prince.

Helplessly, Zhang Zhe, who had just traveled through time, was no, Prince Charlie, and had to face a problem that would determine his future, which gave him a headache.

Using oats as commissions is a bad decision.

Isn’t this an obvious sign to the soldiers that they have no money? (Although it is a fact) There were many enemies ahead and they still shake the morale of the army. Isn’t this a taboo?

But, if you don’t use oats, how can you pay your salary?

Although the Scottish Highlanders can transform into werewolf for a limited time, they usually live with ordinary people, and money is needed.

In Europe, allegiance is loyalty and commission is commission. There is a difference between the two. The latter is the most important. Without commission, loyalty is just a mirage and water moon, and it just looks good.

Give commissions, or simply don't pay, and then defeat the English in one go.

Good idea, learn about Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, the tycoon of ancient Chinese uprising, spreading rumors so that everyone can’t take care of their salary for the time being.

"Dear leaders, although we have won this battle, we have not won much. The next battle is probably unsustainable!" Charlie looked at the expressionless people and sighed.

"Yes, your majesty, let's retreat!"

"Go away. When the highlands arrive, the English dare not chase after him!"

"When you arrive in the high ground, beat the English to death!"...

The little leaders were talking one by one, discussing enthusiastically.

The MacDonald leader and the Cameron tribe who were standing aside did not speak, but had a stern face and expressionless face, as if he had no interest in these proposals.

But Charlie knew that these small tribes were vassals of the MacDonald tribe and the Cameron tribe, and they were vocal insects, and the sounds they made were just instructions from the large tribe.

"Even MacDonald and Cameron tribes want to withdraw, it seems that the predecessor is really a failure, or is the English too strong?"

Charlie couldn't help but suspect that his predecessor was really a failure.

"But--" With His Highness the Prince's voice, everyone stopped talking.

Those beautiful brown eyes glanced at the Highlanders leader who gathered beside him, and glanced at their exaggerated muscles. Charlie showed a worried look and said in a deep voice:

"As the crown prince of Scotland, at this difficult time, I could have left it, but at worst I could have started again, but I heard a rumor! It made me hesitate and panic!"

"Your Highness, what is the rumor? It makes you panic, brave and fearless!"

On the side, Marquis Angus frowned, showed a puzzled expression, stared at Charlie intently, and made a sound in cooperation.

The leader of the MacDonald tribe had a hint of impatientness in his eyes. He believed that the powerful enemy was ahead and they would definitely fail. Therefore, the most important thing at the moment was to return to the high ground safely, and the rest were all out of the way.

His Highness the Prince didn't care about the impatientness of the leader at all. Instead, he nodded slightly to General Angus, a hint of encouragement flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly amplified his voice:
Chapter completed!