Anning's troops had just set out when someone came galloping from the direction of Paris.
"Mr. Frost!" The shout came from the newcomer.
Anning sat up straight in the saddle and looked in that direction. He saw Beethoven riding hard along the road.
Anning: "Did you come to see me off? That's very courteous of you..."
"No, you misunderstand, I am intending to go with you to Conte."
Anning asked in confusion: "What about your opera?"
"I'm just a composer, I have completed all the creative work for the opera, the troupe can continue to perform in Paris without me. As a composer, I need the stimulation and insights from life to produce works, and I have a premonition that accompanying the army this time will bring me a great deal of inspiration!
"General, please allow me to follow your army!"
Anning raised an eyebrow, seeing no problem with taking Beethoven along; it would make having military songs for his own troops simpler in the future.
