At the end of the Tang Dynasty, it was a feudal town, but in Western Europe

At the end of Tang Dynasty, but in Western Europe Author: Aston Fa

Summary:

You said that I am an ordinary Jiedu of the Tang Dynasty, why did you get me to Western Europe?

It doesn't matter if you go to Western Europe, I, Feng Sen, am a loyal minister!Why, why do you want me to rebel?

But the priest said: "Heavenly Father has already decided that you will be the Qin Shihuang of Europe!"

Therefore, Feng Sen recited two lines of poems on the spot—if Neng Neng could do what he should do, how could there be Huan Bo but drink it!

"Come here! Put a yellow robe on Jiedu, this will prevent Jiedu from catching a cold!"

"Your Highness, I am truly a loyal minister!"

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★ Earl's Vision★

Chapter 1 16 years old, a warlord of Siris

The gray-feathered pigeon landed on the muddy road, with its head stretched out, its pointed red beak churning weeds and dirt on the ground.

After bouncing around for a long time, it landed on a broken cross shield. After pushing away the black mud, there was an unlucky bug hiding in the darkness under the dry arm bone.

The pigeon proudly picked up the worm and was about to swallow it. Suddenly, it raised its head and looked into the distance without moving.

The quiet forest seems to be frozen in time.

As the breeze blew past, its head moved quietly, and then its wings spread out suddenly, flapping crazily.

"Dole!"

A throwing ax came flying in the air, spinning, and was nailed to the place where it had just stood. The ax body was trembling, and it was still making a slight humming sound.

The feathers fell, and the dove, which had escaped unharmed, fled at full speed into the dense forest in horror.

"tatter"

The hurried horseshoe stepped over the shallow puddle after the rain, splashing a piece of muddy water.

On the dark war horse was a bearded knight wearing a Spanglem helmet and Bruenian armour. He was arched, his eyes were red, and he was waving his whip anxiously.

Accompanied by countless unintelligible Saxon dialects or swearing, a dozen or so Saxon cavalrymen in leather armor followed closely behind him.

A small and delicate silver-haired head protruded from the knight's armpit, looking behind him.

"Adore! Watch out!"

Hearing the sharp sound of piercing the air behind him, the middle-aged knight yanked on the reins, and a throwing ax spun, flying past less than half a foot in front of Ador's forehead.

"Ah!" Ador immediately retracted into his uncle's arms in fright.

"Are you okay?"

"No." Ador replied with tears in his eyes, "Uncle Vollard, how are you doing?"

"A small injury, it's nothing." Volad endured the pain and forced a smile to Ador, "God bless, their horses are not as fast as ours, and we will be able to escape."

Before the words were finished, another throwing ax struck, precisely across Volad's shoulder, embedded in his shoulder armor, and the sharp ax blade pierced through the inner layer of chain mail, making a big cut.

In an instant, Vollard's smile was distorted as ugly as crying.

"Damn it, these Saxon savages!" Vollard couldn't help scolding.

Ador scratched his white forehead: "But uncle, aren't you also a Saxon?"

Volad was a little speechless for a while, and he replied: "I am the righteous believer of the heavenly father... Oh, you will understand when you grow up, I am going to speed up, hold on tight."

Relying on his extraordinary horsemanship, Vollard dodged the black branches that looked like wizard fingers, and gradually opened up the distance from the pursuers.

As the surrounding scenery became more and more familiar, his mood became higher and higher. He remembered this, the next intersection, as long as he reached the next intersection.

As long as I can get to that place... I can, I can...

Vollard's beautiful vision collapsed the moment he reached the fork in the road.

Before the fork in the road, five Saxon cavalrymen were guarding there. They grinned grinningly and raised their short javelins high.

"Swoosh! Whoosh!"

"Adol!"

"what!"

"Sorry!"

Two short javelins passed through the neck of the big black horse. The big black horse let out a mournful cry, fell to the ground, and slid a long way.

At this critical moment, Volad held Ador with his left hand, jumped up from the saddle, and grabbed a branch above his head with his right hand.

Although the branch could not withstand such inertia and pulling force at all, and broke suddenly after being pulled into a semicircle, Vollard still used this pull to slow down a lot of the impact when it landed.

Like a watermelon bug, Volad held Ador tightly in his arms and rolled on the ground.

"Boom-"

Volad let out a scream, he hit a big rock, his whole body arched in pain.

After the violent impact, Volad could no longer stand up, no matter how much he struggled, it was of no avail.

Soon, the few Saxon barbarian cavalrymen followed up. They waved the hatchets and fishing nets in their hands, watching the old and the young with anger and pity.

"Go away! You heretics!" Vollard yelled frantically in his long-lost Saxon dialect.

A leading Saxon rushed over. He pushed away Ador, who was standing in front of him with his arms spread wide, and kicked Vollard in the face: "Traitor! What are you looking like!? You are just a dog of the Franks!"

The scarred Saxon widened his eyes, kicked Volad on the chest again, and cursed furiously: "When that son-of-a-bitch Karl cut down the Irminsu sacred tree, I saw you with my own eyes. You are a traitor to the Saxons! You...ah!"

The scarred face frantically covered his buttocks, a dagger inlaid with emeralds was stuck in his buttocks, and the silver-haired little loli was still trying to twist the dagger with tears in his eyes.

"Damn little bastard!"

Scar turned around with a ferocious expression, and slapped Ador's face with his right hand, with such force that it almost slapped her into the air, and a red and swollen palm print was visible to the naked eye on her delicate egg-like face.

Pulling out the dagger on his buttocks, he spit out a mouthful of green phlegm on the ground with his scarred face, and walked towards the dazed Adoer with a red face and a slap in the face.

"Stop! Go away!" Vollard yelled in despair. "If you do anything to her, Charlie will kill all the Saxons!"

The bright silver dagger shone with golden light under the sunlight, and as the dagger moved down rapidly, the golden light moved along with it.

Ador straightened his body and closed his eyes with tears in his eyes.

"You will go to Hell! You swineherd who fucks goats!" Vollard yelled in despair, writhing his stump.

"Den!"

"Hmph ah ah—"

Volad didn't wait for the apocalyptic scene, instead, Scarface's painful howls came from his ears, and a mace arrow shot out from the dense forest, precisely piercing Scarface's wrist.

Using this arrow as a signal, countless "thumps" sounded in the dense forest. Dozens of mace arrows grazed the bark of beech trees and the blood-scarred leaves of snake grass, rushing towards the Saxons in the middle of the road screaming.

"what!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy—cough"

"I'm bleeding all over the floor!"

In an instant, dozens of strange blood flowers bloomed on the Saxon cavalry. Eight people were directly shot to death on the spot. Hearing the heavy sound of the bodies of their companions falling to the ground, the Saxon cavalry raised the round shield in their hands as if awakened from a dream, and gathered towards the center relying on their horses.

who is it?

Vollard tried to open his bruised eyes wide.

In a group of three, in the darkness of the dense forest, dozens of black-haired and black-eyed soldiers slowly walked out of the woods. They wore red-tasseled pockets on their heads, and a collar firmly protected their necks.

These soldiers looked a lot like Avars, but their faces were square, and their faces were much softer than those of the vicious Avars.

Scarface in chain mail sensed something was wrong.

He broke the spike arrow, pulled out the arrow, hid behind his men, and shouted to the group of soldiers in Hungarian: "I am Widukind's nephew, Beed's son, and the elder (chief) Wei of Lyle." Rand, this is a war between our Saxons and the Franks, it has nothing to do with Avar!"

Another round of arrow rain answered him, and Scarface quickly raised his shield, but the few companions behind him were not so lucky. Within a second, another three or five corpses fell on the ground, and almost all of the remaining people were injured.

After a burst of eager hoofbeats, ten Xuanjia cavalrymen blocked the previous fork amidst the continuous panting of the horses.

No one spoke, and the air was incomparably silent.

Scarface swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and he stood together with the remaining six Saxons. Suddenly, he raised the long sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and shouted: "For Woden! We will use their blood to write Donal's name! Kill!"

"waaagh!"

"nya!"

Amid all kinds of weird battle roars, six Saxons lined up and rushed towards the black armored soldiers holding up their battle axes and round shields.

Blood was splashed, spears danced, and in an instant, the last Saxon who charged fell to the ground clutching his throat.

They are all elite infantry knights... No, Ador's eyes widened. Where's that scarred face?

"Xi——" Riding a snatched war horse, with a scarred face holding the rein in his left hand and a shield in his right hand, he broke through the encirclement of the black-haired soldiers. He leaned on the horse and fled towards the way he came.

"Oops!" Ador couldn't help shouting, there was only one soldier guarding that place, but the strange thing was that the rest of the soldiers didn't have any intention of stepping forward to help, instead they stopped and watched with a smile.

Ador was a little anxious, and she shouted in Latin: "He is about to run away, won't you pursue him?"

However, no one paid attention to her, so she could only turn her eyes to the last soldier. At this moment, she suddenly discovered the difference in this soldier.

He was about 1.8 meters tall, with golden wings on both sides of his helmet that seemed to fly up. His eyes could not be seen clearly under the copper-colored visor. He was holding a large knife that was [-] meters long, with a handle almost as long as the blade.

Holding the handle of Mo Dao, the soldier's body swayed slightly, while the hideous scarred face was getting closer.

Feeling the vibration of the ground, the Modao soldier squatted halfway, and at the moment when the horse turned his back, he strode out, using his waist as the axis, his whole body seemed to be a longbow that was stretched and then released, driving the long knife to spin.

The tip of the blade pierced through the air to produce a white airflow, and there was a scream like a devil's cry. The bright red blood of the horse passed by the sides of the blade like mercury, and the horse's head flew out of the air.

However, the giant knife remained unabated, and the sharp blade hit Scarface's chain armor, blasting out a series of sparks.

A piercing sound rang in his ears, and with Ador's horrified and inexplicable expression, the scarred face was cut from the horse to the ground abruptly by the knife.

"boom!"

The giant knife entered from the shoulder and went straight into the chest, leaving only a layer of skin on the neck to connect with the body. The bright red blood mixed with horse blood dyed the Modao soldier's body half red.

The black-toed boots stepped on the sticky bloody soil, and the soldier carried the Mo Dao on his shoulders. The headless horse behind him ran forward two steps and fell heavily to the ground.

Carrying the Mo Dao, the soldier walked up to Ador and Volad, watching them silently.

There was a drop of sweat on Ador's forehead. She supported her legs and asked with her chest out, "Who are you? You, who are you?"

"My name is Feng Sen, I'm 16 years old, and I'm from Seres." Feng Sen replied in Latin, he pushed up his visor, revealing a somewhat immature face, "However, we generally call ourselves Tang people or Han people."

Chapter 2 Adortrude Carolingian

Feng Sen carefully examined the silver-haired loli. She is about 1.2 meters three, with silver hair scattered all over her head, a pair of eyes like blue crystals, and delicate facial features dotted on her tender white face with baby fat. .

She wore a Byzantine-style fuchsia cloak tied with a topaz brooch, and inside she wore a silk gown and blouse similar to a dress, with a buckskin boot on her left foot and an unknown shoe on her right foot trace.

Either rich or expensive!Feng Sen tagged her.

Feng Sen looked at the silver-haired little loli, then looked back at the road where the corpses were scattered, and asked, "Who are you? Why are they chasing you?"

Ador was still recalling the word "Seres" that she seemed to have heard somewhere, but after hearing Feng Sen's question, she counted her father's enemies in detail, and after finding that there were no Seres, she answered wittily:

"My name is Adortrude. My father is the Frankish king Charles Carolingian. The people who chased me were the rebels of the Saxons under my father's rule. If you can bring me to my father, you will get three piles of gold coins equal to my height."

Charlie!Carolingian? !Could it be that Charlie Caroline?Feng Sen swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he looked at this small loli: "That's really a huge sum of money."

A dental soldier brought a white horse, cupped his hands and said, "Jie Shuai, the horses are gathered, and there are two wounded prisoners, what should we do?"

"Take them back and interrogate them later."

"Here!"

"Don't use a soft stretcher for that barbarian in iron armor. His sternum is broken. Find a hard board to carry him."

"Here!" The two soldiers quickly put together the two shields and lifted Volad up.

"Hello." Feng Sen stopped Ador who was trying to follow Volad, "Can the gold you mentioned be converted into land?"

Ador's amber-like eyes widened, a little dazed, but he still replied: "Then you have to ask my father, he may be able to give you a barony, will you help me go home?"