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

"Of course not. She is also the blood of the former king, and she led the army to defeat Denmark. She is the most powerful shield girl. Dan people are very realistic and respect the strong."

Feng Sen smiled. He knew what Belvshka was talking about, but he was not going to start a conversation. It was not the time yet, and Belvshka also changed the subject smoothly and talked about North Sea trade.

"Your Excellency the Duke's dispatch of troops to Eupolite this time, will it be able to solve the North Sea trade problem?"

"The trade in the North Sea is only a few nodes, Lübeck, Wismar Bay, Novgorod, Bergen, plus Visby in Gotland.

I have already arranged the route. We will collect beeswax, furs, slaves, and high-quality iron and copper from the north, and then let the merchant ships of the West Britain Company ship them, and exchange these goods for woolen cloth, and then ship them to Hamburg, London, and the coast of Friesland. Buy wool. "

Bervshka thought for a moment and said, "But where does the money come from? You know what I mean, we need precious metals and solidar."

Feng Sen said with a smile: "Slavic and Norse merchants have already conducted 'trade' with Byzantium through the Volga River. This is the main artery for the circulation of Solidarity. Although the gold on the British island is running out, they have silver mines in the Mendip Hills."

Was Caesar's expedition to Britain to send warmth back then?Of course not, apart from Gaul's considerations, one of the most important factors is the gold, silver and copper deposits in Britain, especially the Aum Copper Mine.

Tacitus clearly pointed out in his book: "Britain produces gold, silver and other metals, and the value of conquering it lies in this." In the Roman era, Britain's mineral output was not only the first, but also ranked in the top three.

However, the silver mines in the Mendip Hills were still being mined in the [-]s, so it is conceivable that there are abundant mineral deposits.

And the most important thing is that, unlike Feng Sen's Golasl mine, the Mendip Hills silver mine has been excavated since Roman times, and Golasl is still at the stage of fishing for gold sand in the river, requiring no less investment than Kalkberg, while the Mendip silver mine is already a well-developed large silver mine.

Chapter 256 Burrell, go eat poop!

"The flanks are gone."

"Here."

"The team is also saying goodbye."

"Here."

"Look at Kinnock, who is so sticky there, look at you, how did you come here from the position just now? How did you run so far? You tell the coach!"

"Here, little one, go after him immediately."

"It's not about chasing him, it's about letting him run away at all...Pull the reins! Pull the reins! Hit-to-la-la-la, pull! Take it back! Turn the horse's head, continue to charge, and stick to it." Riding a horse beside the new Yiding cavalryman, he let out a sigh of relief, and Rodmar wiped the cold sweat off his face.

"Here." The freckled boy on the nose replied seriously.

Looking at the new bannerman beside him, Rodmar was furious: "Burrell! Go eat shit! If it wasn't for the military law, I would have stabbed you to death just now!"

"Here."

Accompanied by the sea breeze, dozens of cavalry and infantry on donkeys galloped across the vast wilderness of the North German Plain, while a few recruits learned the skills of cavalry formation and harassment under the guidance of the old Yiding cavalry.

The occasional drizzle fell on their oilcloth hoods and thick woolen military uniforms, but it didn't make them feel much cold.

Under the guidance of the guide, this group of Yiding cavalry finally found their destination, a village of the Borabians.

"Get off the horse and take out the bows and arrows." The team leader was whispering to the subordinates, and they also took out the bows and arrows that were covered with birch bark for waterproofing.

"I'll tell you, later, if anyone dares to make the slightest noise, I'll cut off his eggs when I go back, and I will do what I say!"

"Here."

"on!"

The rain and fog are falling on the thatched roof. In this weather, no one in the village is willing to go out. Most of the village is hiding at home, drinking or doing handicrafts.

In the tallest mud hut in the village, several brown-haired men who were obviously taller and stronger than the others sat in front of the stove, chatting and drinking.

The patter of raindrops and the psychedelic effects of alcohol made them completely unaware that there were many other sounds behind the sound of raindrops.

"This time, if we wait until Mecklenburg is captured, do you think our Latimer can become king?"

"I think it's okay. At that time, we can also be as majestic as the Eupolites."

Poured a bowl of raw meat and water into the earthenware pot, several people baked their hands and waited for the familiar smell of meat, imagining the scene of domineering in the future, just as the smell of meat gradually dissipated, a knock on the door came from the door Come.

"Who?" asked a Porabiya with shaved temples.

No one answered.

"Damn it." The Porabiya man by the door stood up, walked to the door cursingly, and pushed the door open, "I said it all, you are not worthy of eating meat, get out..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly took a step back, and the rest of the people turned their heads subconsciously, only to see that the man opened his mouth straight to the ground, and there was a short crossbow bolt stuck in his mouth.

"Swish, swish!" Seven or eight crossbow arrows shot through the gaps between the door and the window, the iron arrows pierced into the flesh, and blood spattered. One was killed and the other was injured on the spot. Surprised cries were immediately accompanied by the sound of fire and cries outside.

A thin and agile man immediately fell to the ground, rolled on the spot, and kicked the door to cover it with his feet, but just as he was about to leave the door, a bow and arrow flew in through the gap, directly piercing his throat.

Blood froth flowed down the throat to the ground, and soon gathered in the low-lying places in the house like a stream.

"Throw the buckler!" cried one.

The soldiers leaning against the wall immediately threw the shields hanging on the wall onto their respective bodies, and blocked several crossbow arrows from the window.

"Vikings?" A tall, middle-aged man who looked like the village chief shouted out the window, but what responded to him was only the heat and fire from above his head.

On the wooden doors and windows, traces of flames also appeared.

The black smoke billowing up outside the window, the screams of women and children under the rain curtain, and in the raging firelight, the uncertainty or panic on everyone's face was reflected in the light of the fire.

"Damn it." The village chief scolded as if breaking down, and then took the lead, rushing towards the door, "Rush out!"

The rest of the cousins' soldiers also picked up axes and short spears, and rushed out of the small wooden house after the village chief. Sure enough, seven or eight feathered arrows fell on their heads the moment he opened the door.

However, with the protection of leather armor and round shield, the five of them were only shot and could still move.

"Rush towards the stables! Let's report to the chief!" The village chief shouted joyfully. Five people held up their round shields and ran towards the entrance of the village.

And three or five bannermen holding spears approached slowly step by step.

"Catch alive, master, catch alive, and you can sell them for money." Watching his master stabbing a Borabia soldier to death, Bao Yi, who was holding a shield to protect the flanks, immediately yelled in pain.

Those bannermen who came to their senses immediately took out their thick sticks and beat them so loudly that they couldn't move.

A stick stunned a Porabiya who was trying to sneak attack. Rodmar looked at the village full of flames, opened the mouth of the fainted villager on the ground, looked at the teeth, and then grinned. It's in good shape, has no rotten teeth, and can sell for a good price.

"Coach!" Burrell walked over carrying a clay pot with difficulty.

Rodmar's smiling face immediately disappeared: "Burrell, what did you do just now? Where's the flank? Where's the flank? Where did you go? Look at the Wado family next door. Take a look, how could it be so bad? How many?"

"Teacher, there's meat." Burrell picked up the clay pot seriously and handed it to Rodmar, "Teacher, eat first."

Lifting the cover, Rodmar sat on the steps angrily and amusedly, and shouted to the bannermen who were packing the slaves in the distance: "Hey, are you done? Eat meat!"

"coming!"

"I'm coming!"

Let those coats go to clean the battlefield, and a dozen barbarians sat around the stove, carefully dividing the meat.

"After this trip, at least I can add a set of farm tools to the family, and buy a chain mail... Hey, when will those armors be released?"

"next year?"

"Last year is said to be next year."

"Zhajia, can it be your turn?" The team took out the tempeh, dug a lump and threw it into the meat, "At least a hundred households can wear it. Like ordinary bannermen, it would be nice to get a chain mail."

"Rodmar, you got a set of leather armor just now, didn't you? Don't you already have a chain mail? I have a sword here, let me exchange it with you." A colleague handed a snatched short sword to Rodmar.

Rodmar glanced at it, and said disdainfully: "It's rusted like this, are you willing to take it out?"

"Then I just robbed a little girl, plus, the head office?"

"The two in my family are arguing to the sky, and I want another one..."

"Isn't your boy eight years old? This one is only twelve. It would be nice to take it home and be a child bride. Besides, your leather armor has a lot of arrow holes, a sword and a woman. It's amazing, really."

"There are too many arrows? Just two, it doesn't matter if you can't buy it, don't talk nonsense... Oh, forget it, for the sake of my colleagues, I will suffer a loss." Rodmar turned to the side Burrell yelled, "Berrell, go get Lao Tzu's leather armor."

Chapter 257 What kind of business is it, can't it just be over?

Under the dark clouds all over the sky, a few beams of sunlight are like long swords piercing through the clouds, and the orange-white sunlight is sprinkled on the land. The thinly clothed body.

The scene that once happened in the southern part of the Jutland peninsula reappeared in the territory of Eupolit once again. A group of slaves with bruised noses and bloodstained faces lined up in a long line in the smelly mire.

In the middle of the long queue, carts full of trophies and slave cattle and sheep pressed on the muddy ground and moved forward with difficulty.

These prisoners of war, men and women, old and young, led by the coat and the shining swords and spears of the Viking warriors, walked towards Lübeck and Hamburg.

Slaves, gold and silver, chain mail, weapons, cattle and sheep, iron ingots and craftsmen, and Hamburg's economy has gradually grown through plundering.

A few Vikings stood by the side of the road, looking eagerly at the scene in front of them. They were also the victims of Feng Sen's winter wild hunt, but when they became the party that initiated the wild hunt, the sense of joy was really great. indescribable.

But it's a pity that their job is to escort these slaves, at most they can enjoy some discounts when buying them.

"Odin, it's an amazing harvest." Standing on the hillside, a Dan warrior looked enviously at another group of packers escorting prisoners of war and capturing them along the dirt road.

A Dane soldier asked the leader of the battle group: "Why don't we go together? With so much property, I'm sure there are a lot of strong Viking warriors who are willing to go out with the Wild Hunt knights."

The leader of that battle group shook his head: "We don't have enough horses. They sent out because most of these barbarian cavalry had horses, and they were of good quality. And the accompanying infantry, even if they didn't have horses, would ride donkeys or The little brat followed."

Speaking of this point, Feng Sen's ranch has been raised and purchased during this period, and the number of horses has risen to nearly [-]. The source of the Yiding cavalry is the riders and grooms who take care of the ranch and are responsible for grazing.

These cavalry provided Feng Sen with a good source of light cavalry, and after being equipped with crossbow arrows, they were already able to execute good raid tactics.

"It's such a pity." The soldier sighed.

But the leader of the battle group was not depressed, but said ambitiously: "I heard that the Duke of Saxony has a permanent legion called the Eight Banners Legion, and in the Eight Banners Legion, there is a North Banner.

We were forced out by that bastard Siegfried, and there is not much land that belongs to us in South Jutland. Perhaps, except for the shield maid Arvo, the Duke of Saxony would be a good master. "

The braided soldier thought for a while and said, "You mean, go to join the Rebel Army?"

"Yes, I heard that the shield maiden Arvo is the shield maiden of the Duke of Saxony, and they are planning to set up a new guard called the Varangian guard." The leader of the war group looked at the surging wealth, his eyes were full of desire for fame and wealth, "They only recruit a hundred guards, we can try it."

Feng Sen does have the intention of forming the Varangian Guards. The Nordic race's advantages in height and size are indeed suitable for heavy infantry in the resistance line.

But also due to the cultural traditions and customs of the Nordic race, it may be a bit difficult for them to become multi-functional heavy steps like the Tang army, and they have to be brought up from recruits.

There are abundant resources and high-quality soldiers on the cold Scandinavian Peninsula, but it is unrealistic to send people to occupy it.

Under the current productivity conditions, it is almost impossible for Scandinavia to be occupied, because no one is willing to immigrate there except criminals, and it is meaningless to rely on local lords to rule.

Therefore, the positioning of Scandinavia is a tributary country.

The Varangian guards recruited troops from Scandinavia. After the service, Feng Sen sent some people to let them build guards in Scandinavia, and also recruited Norse people—Enos to guard the Norse land.

Its essence is to recruit those people who were redundant to be pirates to become soldiers, and then through the Varangian-Guardian system, continuously assimilate the local population, and also inject new martial arts into themselves.

This is how the later Ross people converted to Dongzheng under the influence of Byzantine religious culture.

The future should be planned well, and the present should not be let go.

Han Shizhong's 1000 and Eight Banners troops had already set off for Mecklenburg, and Feng Sen's cavalry looting team also took over the nearby Porabians tribe, and brought back more than 2000 slaves, more than [-] cattle and sheep, and even nearly a hundred horses. Needless to say, the value of the spoils.

Doing business is really not as fast as grabbing it.

Feng Sen's robbing of the Borabia Ministry was not all for the purpose of robbery, and there was another very important point, that is, political considerations.

War is always a continuation of politics. This time, the Borabians can be defeated and Eupolit can be rescued. What about next time?

Through the reality of this court battle, we can find the essence of this crisis, which is the decline of the royal family and the prosperity of the public house.

After the Villetti War, under the existing political structure of Eupolite, the balance of power was out of balance, which led to the fact that the power of the Borabians was too large.

To cure the disease, it is necessary to attack the ruling foundation of the Borabians, so that they have no time to disrupt the situation again for several years, and even have to maintain the current situation for stability. This is the last word.

Feng Sen has always believed that those who can have power will either give up power, or will naturally transfer to a position with power, even if he has no intention of it.

It's just that it's been more than a week since this happened. Can Mecklenburg hold on?

The fiery red sun finally fell into the water, and the darkness smudged most of the sky in a few seconds.

Outside Latimer's tent, by the bonfire, the leaders of the four tribes gathered again and sat around the bonfire, but this time, they were not as vigorous as before.

The fat of the roasted lamb fell drop by drop on the firewood, making a screeching sound, and the smell of burnt smoke wafted out, but no one was in the mood to taste the roasted lamb.

Nearly two weeks later, they still failed to capture the earthen castle, and Feng Sen's army was approaching step by step. In just three days, a large number of refugees came to Mecklenburg from the original land and asked Latimer for help.

Damn it, Latimer's face was so gloomy that he could squeeze out black water. The despicable Anthony plundered wantonly in his territory, and many soldiers' hometowns were destroyed.

"We made a mistake this time." Verin said first, "The chick Lyudmila moved quickly and collected a lot of food and grass to the city. Mecklenburg is also strong, and those Eupolite soldiers are also very united. , let’s retreat.”

"No." Radivoye's face was the worst. If he retreated, the other three leaders would all have a way out, but he didn't. If the plan didn't work out, the other leaders would just lose food and fame, but what he would lose would be his life.

No one answered, and even the light of the bonfire dimmed a bit.

"Why don't you retreat? This battle can't go on." Messislaw said in a muffled voice, "We have lost too many people, and it took too long. If we continue to fight, the loss outweighs the gain."

"Continue to attack the city." Latimer gritted his teeth and said, "Continue to attack the city. As long as Mecklenburg is captured before Anthony arrives, we can at least have a draw. Once we break up, the consequences will be disastrous."