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

"But……"

Verin still wanted to speak, but Latimer stood up abruptly, pulled out the long sword stuck in front of him, his face was rarely ashen, "I said, continue to attack the city!"

Chapter 258 The two places are widowed

Moonlit night.

After sharing the mutton, the four leaders hurriedly dispersed, returning to the tent with unknowns and worries.

Mesislaw took a water bag of wine and sat at the table in his tent. He closed his eyes and sat quietly for 2 minutes. He opened his eyes again and snapped his fingers. Soon, a short young man in a black fur vest came in.

"How about it?"

"It's all done. Those in the city have already known the situation, and those prisoners of war have also been healed and released."

"Well, that's right." Messislaw threw the wine bag hanging from his waist in front of him, "This jug of wine is for you. It's really dangerous for you to climb up and down the city."

The short young man took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "Uncle, did Latimer tell you who will attack the city tomorrow?"

"It's us." Messislaw took off his shoes and stretched his feet to the stove, a wisp of yellow smoke rose from his black toes, "We Wanabi tribe came from their Porabiya tribe. Separated, he trusts us more than the Wa'kyri and Oppolits."

Having said that, Messislaw snorted: "I am more willing to consume our strength."

If Latimer appears here, he will be surprised, because the position of this "coup" is completely different from what he imagined.

On the surface, Latimer's Porabia is the major tribe, while Messislaw's Wanabi is the tribe's minor tribe, so the combination of the two forms a basic board. Through cooperation, they have won over Radivoye from Opolit, and through the exchange of interests, they have won over Vakyrie's Verin.

From Latimer's point of view, his core strength is Messislaw, and although Ladivoje is standing firmly by his side, there may be other leaders under his subordinates. As for Verin, he belongs to the wall. , which side is stronger than whom.

Latimer always thought that the failure of the siege was caused by Verin or some of the small heads of Oborit, but he never expected that Mesislaw was actually doing the trick.

The reason why Messislaw did this is very simple. He would rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail. It is not good for him to follow Latimir to win, but it is bad to lose.

If Latimer really becomes king, who will stop him from annexing the Wanabi tribe?From a dignified chief to an ordinary headman, Messislaw couldn't accept it.

"Then tomorrow's siege..."

"It's still the same, find some unlucky ghosts who wandered over from Borabia, let them go to the front and die, and then we will feint for a while, report the heavy casualties and it's over."

"What heavy casualties?"

Messislaw, who was still drying his feet, was about to stand on end with his hair. It was clearly Latimer's voice, but he calmed down quickly after being dazed for a moment.

"I mean, it is not an option to attack the city like this tomorrow, with heavy casualties. If this continues, it will be over." Messislaw said to Latimer calmly.

Latimer frowned, dissatisfied with Messislaw's defeatist tendencies: "The Duke of Saxony didn't dare to go too far. At least our lives can be saved. Charlie won't let this happen. It depends on Charlie's attitude."

"But his attitude also changes with the situation, doesn't it?" Messislaw did not give up his desire to withdraw early.

"As long as Mecklenburg is captured, everything will be fine!" Latimer replied flatly and stubbornly.

Messislaw sighed: "Perhaps, what did you come to me for?"

Latimer said in a low voice: "We found reinforcements from Saxony in the northwest. Our scouts have already fought in the woods. It's just that the sky is too dark to determine the exact number, but the general location has basically been determined."

"Seres..." Messislaw showed a complex look on his face.

Latimer waved the short young man and the guards to go out, moved to the brazier, and asked softly, "Who do you think should go with me tomorrow?"

There were a few drops of cold sweat on the back of Messislaw's neck. He pretended to think for a few seconds and said, "Take me?"

Latimer shook his head.

"Then I think I have to take Verin, I have a feeling it's him, he's been messing around."

Reluctantly straightened up, Latimir said bitterly: "I will take the Oppolites to fight. As for why, you should think about it yourself at night, and watch Verin more tomorrow. Don't let him Run away."

"Okay, okay, obey."

After explaining a few words, Latimir walked out of the tent with a heavy heart, but inside the tent, behind what he couldn't see, Mesislaw's eyes were full of resentment.

Hmph, aloof!

…………

Standing on a small hill, Latimer's face was ashen. These days, his face has been ashen for countless times, turning green to green.

At the edge of the woods, beside a road, there was a clearing, which Latimer had passed by when he came to Mecklenburg.

But now, if Latimer hadn't had hallucinations, a wooden stockade that had begun to take shape had risen from the ground, not only with wooden walls and arrow towers standing upright, but also outside the wall, there were wooden thorns and horse-rejecting The trench is already half-constructed.

In the sunlight, the shovels and pickaxes in their hands gleamed, almost blinding Latimer's face. They were all made of iron, made of iron ore.

"You said they didn't arrive until yesterday at the earliest?"

"Yes, yes." The scout's expression was extremely ugly. He looked at the strong camp over there and muttered, "They really only arrived yesterday. Damn it, it's only been a day and a half..."

"Go away! You incompetent coward!" Latimer lashed the scout's back with a whip, making him scream and almost fell off the horse.

In Latimer's eyes, this was already considered a strong fortress, but in Han Shizhong's eyes, it was at best a camp, with thin wooden walls and waist-deep trenches, this was the way the Central Plains army camped in the wild.

In order to make it stronger, behind the wall, where Latimer couldn't see it, the soil was packed in sacks and piled behind the wooden wall, so that the soldiers could stand on it and stab down. Even if Latimer burned the wooden wall with fire, they still had this second barrier.

This comes from the experience of Rome. This area of ​​Europe is full of great plains and forests. There are not many mountains and rivers that can be guarded, so a strong camp is the most important thing.

This is why Feng Sen would rather delay the installation of armor, but also get shovels and pickaxes for the flagmen, just for today.

In two days, a relatively strong camp of a thousand people rose from the ground, which really caught Latimer a little unexpected. Among other things, the distance between the two camps was at most ten or twenty miles, and the two sides would be at odds.

If you attack the Eight Banners camp, Mecklenburg will have few soldiers. If you attack Mecklenburg, the Eight Banners camp will have few soldiers. If you fight both places, you will have few soldiers. Moreover, they camped on the road, blocking the fastest way out. Even if they want to, they can only take a detour.

"Damn, why is Saxony always so bad?!"

Chapter 259 The whole army attacks!

Han Shizhong had his hands behind his back, surrounded by four or five guards on his left and right, and beside him was a young soldier holding a book record, or according to the rough name in the camp - the boy army.

They are so called because most of them were born as orphans, or the sons of heroes who died in battle. Feng Sen has a special orphanage in Hamburg to take care of these orphans, and the director of the orphanage is Gisela.

These orphans have received military education since they were young. Most of the youngest children in the nursery are only seven or eight years old, and they already have to learn formation and archery.

And at the age of thirteen or fourteen, the child army will start to be eliminated. Generally, they will become apprentices with officials, and those with better grades will go to the Hamburg Academy for further studies.

Because they were too young and were basically born as orphans, the soldiers in the army named them Boyer Army or Yizi Army.

Bringing the 15-year-old boy army to a fence, Han Shizhong turned around and asked the young soldier beside him, "Boy Fu, tell me how to build this fence. Don't read your notes."

The young man whose real name was Fu Ruisi put away the book, and said with a straight face: "Choose thick wood, not much rotten wood, and determine the quantity according to the measured size.

Cut the trunk into two rows, one long and one short, separate the bottom and top, burn the bottom, cut it into a suitable shape, dig a hole, bury half of the wood in the soil, and connect it densely.

The long trunk is outside, and the short trunk is inside. Wedges are laid on the long trunk, wooden boards are set up, and the wall is divided into two layers. Straw curtains are erected to block projectiles and bows and arrows. Then store weapons and supplies and let the soldiers rest. "

"That's right." Han Shizhong nodded in satisfaction, and waved to the side, and the guard took a longbow from his back, "Your reward."

"Xie Lieutenant." Forrest picked up the longbow and looked at it. The longbow was covered with birch bark to prevent moisture and rain.

Han Shizhong threw the bow-wrapping bag to him: "Put the bow in the bag and wrap it well, be careful not to get wet."

"Here."

"Come on, let's go see those soldiers again."

Most of the soldiers in the camp wore gray tunics inside and green military uniform bezels outside. Feng Sen took 1000 pieces of these bezels from the production of woolen cloth and made more than [-] pieces of woolen bezels.

These gowns have straight sleeves and straight skirts, and the slits on both sides are a bit like cheongsams, but they are looser and more convenient for riding and running. Due to technical defects, this batch of wool is very thick. Big cut.

The belts of the flagmen are made of cowhide. Everyone has water bags, flints, and short daggers for self-defense hanging on their waists. The woolen cloth can effectively block the cold feeling of the armor, and it can also block the rain that is not too heavy.

After the popularization of this kind of scorpion, the number of people who catch a cold has decreased a lot.

This kind of beige can be divided into two types: long gown and short gown, and the colors can be divided into gray and green. Only the bannermen can wear long green gowns, while the packers can only wear gray short gowns.

Because of this attire, those Borabians who were plundered and fled gave them an affectionate name - Green Battalion Soldiers.

After consoling some sick soldiers and whipping some erring soldiers, Han Shizhong proudly said to Forex beside him: "Although I don't speak Low German very well, sometimes I need you to translate for me.

But compared to you, they are more willing to fight for me. Did I tell you about Wu Zi sucking the pus from the back wound of the soldiers?When facing soldiers, be ruthless when you should be ruthless, and be kind when you should be kind. If you keep a straight face all day long, and everyone you see seems to owe you money, then it will not work, understand? "

"Here!" Forrest said with a straight face and cupped his hands.

Han Shizhong slapped him on the back: "Here, what are you doing, show me a smile."

Forrest thought for half a second, then showed a smile to Han Shizhong.

"Forget it, you'd better keep a straight face..."

"Ugh-"

Fu Ruisi was about to speak, but heard a horn sound, he immediately said to Han Shizhong: "The sound of the horn represents the enemy's attack."

"I know." Pushing him aside, Han Shizhong shouted loudly, "Brothers, let's fight!"

The coaters who were still working outside the city returned quickly. Under the sticks of the Han coaches, even if the enemy was behind them, they had to line up and walk obediently.

In less than half an hour, the wooden walls of the camp were full of soldiers, and the rest of the Eight Banners soldiers were also mobilized. Han Shizhong stood on the arrow tower and looked into the distance: "Almost, um, 500 people, It looks like a feint attack, what do the scouts say?"

"Say there are two thousand..."

"Fart, check again and report again."

"This time, I found out that there are at most 800 people, all of whom are infantry, but there is still a reserve team of about 1000 people behind."

"Eight hundred infantry..." Han Shizhong combed the beard on his chin with his hands, and clapped his hands, "Qianhu Leipu (Rep Schillert), you lead five troops out of the city to fight in the field, Qianhu Niu Zhihao (Dick), you lead five troops out of the city to meet them, and I will lead a team of guards to fight in person!"

Seeing that the opponent's soldiers not only did not hide in the city, but went out of the city to meet the enemy, and there were only less than three centurions, Radivoye almost laughed out loud: "Hey, instead of choosing to defend the city, you are going out of the city to fight against the enemy. Is Voyer close? How stupid!"

Radivoye, already saw that victory was at hand.

The 250 soldiers from the five teams of the Eight Banners slowly approached, and Radivoye's mood was also high. He could feel that many of these people had no blood on them. In other words, many of them were recruits.

Even recruits are sent to the battlefield?Is there no one in Saxony?They are the chief generals, and their chief general is actually an old man, I really laughed out loud.

In the dust splashed by the footsteps, the distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, the sound of collision between shields, and the misty sunlight sprinkled on the bodies of the Eupolite soldiers, as if they were coated with a layer of golden armor.

Radivoye rode on the horse and shouted loudly to his subordinates: "The whole army strikes!"

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ps A small problem. At that time, the major language classification should be High Germanic and Low Germanic. Saxon belongs to Low German in Low Germanic. According to his origin, the Frankish spoken by Charlemagne is Middle Frankish in High Germanic. .

There should be no unified Frankish and Saxon languages, which was previously misunderstood.

For future convenience (because there are too many languages ​​​​and too complicated, Low German can be separated, West Low German and East Low German, West Low German can also be separated into East Farian, West Falian and Lower Saxony languages, under the same language branch, there should not be much difference, just like the dialects in different regions), we stipulate that the lower level of high and low Germanic languages, and then there will be no division.

That is, there are currently only six types:

Low German in Low Germanic, Low Frankish.

Middle German in High Germanic, High Frankish, Upper German, Yiddish.

When the Tongtian Tower is attuned, it is to learn, for example, Low German, including a bunch of dialects of the following languages ​​(after all, the gap is not big)

2 Chapter [-] Do you really think everyone is that hot chicken of Radivoye?

"You can't blame me!"

With a purple black eye, Ladivoye yelled at Latimer with a bruised nose and swollen face: "That old man is terrible, we were obviously going to win, and he fought back with a dozen people.

Hell, he and his mates are as strong as a bear, it's Odin descended. "

"Is this the reason for your defeat?" Latimer sat on the pony saddle and turned to look at Ladivoye, who was supported by two tribesmen, with anger in his eyes.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Radivoye shook his palms twitchingly: "Actually, we didn't expect that they still had a team, and when we chased them, the formation broke up.

Then those soldiers in green clothes came out from the side and attacked our flanks, plus those warriors in double armor and fighting back with big knives, this is..."

The cold wind blew the dark clouds back and forth, a few jackdaws croaked, and the black-gray grass blades fluctuated on the ground with the wind.

Latimer stared at Radivoye for five seconds before saying, "Take your people, near here, right here, set up a camp, I'll gather 1000 people for you, and keep these soldiers in green clothes, can you do it?"

"Just to stop them?" Radivoye asked.

"It would be better if we could capture the camp, but if it's just blocking, I won't blame you."

"Okay, I see." Radivoye said through gritted teeth.

"Very good, I hope you can do what you said." With cold eyes, Latimer patted the dust on his clothes, turned and left.

Radivoye is resuming the game here, and Han Shizhong is also resuming the game in the Tang Jun camp.

The dim stove radiated a scorching light, and Han Shizhong's bronze-colored skin even sweated a little under the heat of the fire.