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

He was sitting on a chair with his upper body bare, with obvious bruises and bruises on his shoulders and chest, and on the back of his hand, there was a knife mark with deep bone visible.

Bright red blood oozes from the gray linen bandage, while several soldiers in coats are carefully applying medicated oil to Han Shizhong to relieve the bruises.

Beside him, various Baihu and Qianhu were also bruised and swollen, but most of them were not beaten during the battle, but were beaten by the coaches with sticks after the battle.

"I've said it many times, you can't take off your armor immediately after the battle, at least you have to go back to the tent and then take it off." The shirtless Han Shizhong said cursingly.

It is said that the wind of removing the armor is the wind of removing the armor. You did not wear the wind before because you did not wear thick armor. Now these hundreds of households are all wearing leather armor and chain armor, and some are still armored. up.

Moreover, if you remove your armor immediately after the battle, what if the enemy turns back?Wear armor again?Have you ever thought about the time wasted? "

Several thousand households and hundreds of households listened awkwardly to Han Shizhong counting them down one by one.

"Moreover, today's battle formation is not good. If my troops in the Central Plains don't need the soldiers of the five teams to support them, they can be defeated by retreating alone. Do you believe it?" Han Shizhong kept swearing, "I don't ask for it." You do alternate echelon retreats and then counterattack.

At least, the most basic, alternate and orderly retreat must be possible, right?Today, in order to fight for the road, I think you are all going to fight. "

"They're all recruits, there's nothing I can do about it." Lei Pu Qianhu said with a smile on his face, "I saw a lot of blood today, and I think it will be much better in the future."

"How about casualties?"

"Three died, all of them were coated, and there were two broken flags. It is estimated that they will not be able to go to the battlefield in the short term. The remaining thirty or forty are slightly injured. They are currently being treated by the pharmacists who accompanied the army. treat."

Han Shizhong shook his twitching muscles, let the medicine-applied coats back off, and said to a hundred households beside him: "I told you to report to the city, have you already reported?"

"I asked those scouts to look at it. I wanted to shoot arrows into the city, but the scouts of the Borabians were too fast and didn't have time, but they must have seen us."

Nodding, Han Shizhong stretched his waist: "Okay, I don't think they have the guts to attack by force. During this time, you send 500 people out every day for rounds of battle. One side goes into battle and the other side supports them. Let's treat it as actual combat training."

So in the next three days, the shouts of killing never stopped in this small area. In three days, the number of casualties on both sides was close to a hundred.

However, with the continuous rounds of battles, the Banners gradually adapted to the battlefield, and the advantages of the Eight Banners of the Saxon Shogunate in training, equipment, tactics, and organization gradually became prominent.

The only disadvantage that allowed the Eight Banners to tie with those soldiers of the Oupolite tribe was the logistics supply. Han Shizhong only transported the food and grass that had been carried for seven days this time, and now five days have passed.

Only the last two days left.

Han Shizhong's camp faced swords and swords every day, and Mecklenburg's side did not give up much. However, with the interference and fishing of inside ghosts, the siege did not make much progress. Even Weilin was shot in the thigh by a crossbow arrow, and even The battlefield is difficult.

In three days, Mecklen was not defeated, and neither was the Eight Banners battalion. Latimer's face was as green as the Eight Banners' green clothes.

On the fourth day, as more and more village chiefs and heads of the Borabia tribe asked for help, Latimer finally couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't go on like this. How could he attack well with this group of insects? Going to the city, you must punch hard!

After besieging Mecklenburg for nearly three weeks, one early morning in mid-February, Latimer led his headquarters and those tribesmen who had fled, a total of 2000 people, went to the Eight Banners camp and joined Ladivoye , ready to break through the Eight Banners camp in one fell swoop, at least leave yourself a way to escape.

The temperature in February is slightly higher than the coldest month in January, but in the winter morning, there is still a thin layer of frost on the gray-green grass blades on the ground.

A buckskin boot stepped on the frost, making a cracking sound, and then thousands of boots stepped on it, turning the hoarfrost into a shattered star point.

Holding on to the dry tree trunk beside him, Latimer looked directly at the Eight Banners small camp built of wood. After Ladivoye's narration, he had already discovered the elite of these soldiers.

[-]% of the armor rate, everyone has received a certain amount of training, and they are not afraid of death in battle, and there are very few deserters and consecutive defeats.

Although they may not have the experienced and highly skilled soldiers of their own soldiers, their overall combat effectiveness is far superior to the same number of their own soldiers.

According to Latimer, they are likely to be semi-professional soldiers, but a full 1000 soldiers, where do they get so much land to support these people?Where can there be so much iron and gold to buy equipment?

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out, Latimir clenched the iron spear in his hand, not far away, the scouts and arrow towers in the small camp had already discovered their existence, and the sharp horn sounded in the camp.

Raising the iron spear in his hand high, pointing at the Eight Banners soldiers who were leaving the camp and preparing for field battle, Latimir showed a cruel smile.

How dare you go out of the city to fight?Do you really think everyone is that hot chicken of Radivoye?

But this is better, we must annihilate them all at once in the field!

"attack!"

Chapter 261 Poke!

The climate on the North German Plain is unaccustomed to many Han Chinese who have just arrived. There are too few days when you can see the sun. Throughout the winter, most of the time is covered with clouds.

Such weather is extremely depressing and manic.

The gray-black sea of ​​clouds covered everyone's heads. Odin swung his long sword and cut a gap in the clouds, so that people on the battlefield could see the sky behind the clouds, but unfortunately, the sky behind the clouds remained the same. It's a gloomy grayish white.

In February 785, on a plain not far to the west of the Wismar Bay, two armies were forming in formation.

The ones in the west are all uniform green and gray clothes. They either wear chain mail or leather armor, and even rattan armor and wooden armor. Resists a lot of damage.

In the military formation, the equipment was basically unified, all of which were basically the same standard, such as spears, shields, long axes and straight knives, and twenty teams lined up in a neat concave-convex formation.

On the other side, the tallest among Eupolite's tribal army is a round, spider-web-shaped battle flag, and a bull symbol is placed on the battle flag.

In their ranks, there are both archers and free militiamen, with all kinds of weapons, and even those carrying sickles and flails, while the number of serf soldiers is relatively small, less than [-]%.

This number can not only fill the line, but also prevent the elite soldiers from being carried away by the collapsed serf soldiers.

Among them, the most important ones are the chain mail soldiers holding long axes at the forefront. There are about 50 to [-] of them, and they are all the strongest warriors in the tribe. They can lift extremely heavy long axes and turn like flying.

In addition, the leaders of various small tribes and their personal troops also stood on the front line. There were about 30 or [-] people or groups of [-] or [-]. They basically wore chain mail, and the weapons and armor in their hands were much stronger than those of other tribal troops.

Most of the tribal warriors at this moment are a little impetuous, fearing that their hometown will be robbed, their property or their wives and children will be robbed, but this also makes them more barbaric and cruel.

He slapped his chest with an axe, took out a knife in advance and scratched the wound on his face as a deterrent, and yelled in meaningless dialects such as "One Grame" and "Aminos" with a spear in his hand.

On the other hand, on the Eight Banners side, everyone had bruises on their faces and numb eyes, but the resentment and tyranny that had been accumulated during the long-term training and torture had already been agitated before the war, and there was a faint tendency to erupt.

Little Hans was one of them.

Compared with the other ignorant Frankish bannermen at this time, because he could read and write some simple Latin, and had been with a caravan, Little Hans had already been appointed as the captain of a Frankish team.

Accompanied by the Han coaches, little Hans slowly moved forward among the crowd. The shields and the crowd blocked his sight. He couldn't even see the enemies in the distance. He could only see the black team in green and A forest of spears.

If the battle roar of the Borabians is frightening, then the rustling sound of the clothes rubbing against each other is regular and dull, but it is chilling.

According to the instructions of the flag, the footsteps moved regularly, and the mud splashed on the Eight Banners military uniform that had already been stained with a layer of dust. The green clothes were already close to gray-green.

"Release the arrow! Release the arrow!"

Hundreds of stringed crossbows made a humming sound, and the elbow-length arrows flew out of the grooves and fell in the sky, piercing through dozens of naked bodies and exposing their flesh and blood. .

"Fire arrows!"

The sound of the command was mixed with the roar of battle, and the sound of crossbow arrows piercing the air was heard from behind again, but this had nothing to do with Little Hans, because he was not allowed to look backwards, and at the same time, he couldn't see the front either.

"kill--"

Little Hans heard the order, and for the first time, he heard the roar of all Eight Banners soldiers.

"kill--"

The Eight Banners soldiers on the front line had already engaged the enemy, and the strong bloody smell erupted in an instant, screaming, splashing, falling to the ground, metal rubbing, bones breaking, heavy blows, and clothes shattering.

A few drops of blood even fell on Little Hans' head, but he still couldn't see anything. The soldiers in front of him blocked his view. He could only see the long ax being raised and lowered, and the spear stretched out and retracted.

But this has nothing to do with little Hans, he is the second line of the team, he can only wait until the order arrives.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, amidst the sound of the golden gong, little Hans saw the coach waving the red flag in his hand.

"Come forward! Come forward!"

At this moment, a huge amount of adrenaline poured into little Hans' body. In just a few seconds, his heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and his body temperature rose by a full degree.

Stepping forward meant replacing the wounded soldiers in the first line and filling in with the soldiers in the second line. In the phalanx, little Hans saw a canyon composed of armor and weapons, and the blood-red light at the end of the canyon was guiding him forward.

"Follow me to attack! Kill—"

The almost broken voice made little Hans feel strange for a moment, it didn't sound like his own voice at all.

"kill--"

Like the backflow of a river, Little Hans and his team formed a whirling stream from the rear to the front. When they arrived at the battlefield, they saw a long axeman holding a huge axe beheading a wounded soldier beside him, and the soldiers in the back row were under the sticks, gritting their teeth and pushing to the front.

"You archery cowards—" the long axeman roared in dialect, but just as he struck at the wounded soldier, the Eight Banners soldier and Little Hans who just came up subconsciously stretched out their spears.

stamp!

Blood flowed down the longaxeman's throat and armpits, and the tall longaxeman fell to the ground instantly.

"Mine!" Two voices sounded at the same time, and Little Hans and the soldiers on the side shouted at the same time.

"Shut up! Don't compete for merit before the battle!" The coach's stick hit their backs at the same time.

This kind of scene continued to be staged in front of the confrontation line between the two armies. Han Shizhong first shot at the rear, and after killing a dozen small heads and their soldiers, he went to the front line.

After the enhancement of the Clausewitz engine, Han Shizhong's stamina and strength have been greatly improved. Few of the longaxemen who confronted him in foot combat could survive under his Mo Dao.

In the front-line confrontation, the soldiers of the Eight Banners had the upper hand, but they were still too few in number. Even if the number of people in the battle width remained unchanged through the circulation of troops, the advantage was gradually anxious when the battle started. Whether it was Han Shizhong or Latimer didn't even dare to say who would win and who would lose next.

Until a burst of yellow smoke rushed from a distance.

The sound of hooves, the thunderous sound of hooves.

The first two waves of Yiding light cavalry bypassed the two wings of the army, and projected the crossbow arrows in their hands on the soldiers behind Borabia. Then, in Latimer's sharply tightened sight, a strangely shaped cavalry appeared in their eyes.

The horse armor is like a long steel dragon. He spews splashes of mud as a breath, and bites into Borabia's flank army formation, and the follow-up cavalry pours in from the gap, killing Borabia's army. A big hole was torn in the army formation.

No weapon could stop these steel monsters, and even some famous warriors in the country slashed at the horse's head with a sword, but the armor broke off the blade, and their heads were decapitated in a desperate and unbelievable roar.

At the same time, Han Shizhong's explosive voice resounded in the battlefield: "Zhan Feng Squad!"

A full-armored team assembled quickly. They charged in the direction of Ladivoye with mo knives, iron shields, and bones in their hands. Zhang Shicheng, who was driving the horse, changed his face instantly: "Damn, the infantry red deer knows how to claim credit! Come on, Rodmar, take the lead, and go and chop off the head of that man in fur!"

"Here!"

Chapter 262 It's time for the royal family of Eupolite to be destroyed

After retreating for ten miles and re-camping, only Latimer of Borabia and Verin of the Wa'kyri tribe remained among the four previous kings of Oupolite.

The remaining Radivoye was beheaded by Han Shizhong, while Messislaw surrendered directly. Now there are less than 2000 troops left around the two of them, and the Valkyrie's troops in Verin still account for the majority.

"Brother Latimer." Willin intentionally or unintentionally fiddled with the charcoal in the stove with a fire stick, causing the dark red sparks to splash like fireflies. "Next, what are you going to do?"

Latimer was no longer as vigorous as before, he was sitting cross-legged, his face was ashen, and he looked haggard under the firelight.

It's over, everything is over, if I knew that Saxony's army is so strong, I wouldn't just know it now.

"Odin favors the warriors. He is already on their side. If you want to speak about the Father, you are on their side. They have the protection of the gods. We can't win." Weilin turned on the stove Finally, cross your hands in front of your knees.

"We shouldn't have aggressively attacked in the first place." Latimir murmured.

Verin probed and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said, we underestimated Lyudmila and Zinovac at the beginning." Latimir looked at the flames firmly, "If we want to do it, we should use the name of meeting the king and bring a small number of elite soldiers to rush into the palace in one fell swoop. Maybe we have already done it."

Verin sighed: "Brother Latimer, we have already lost. I will go to Mecklenburg to talk to the Duke of Saxony tomorrow morning. Otherwise, if he casually mentions one of my leaders as chieftain, it will be over. The Val'kyr Ministry will definitely split."

Latimir smiled self-deprecatingly: "The Porabiya Department has been split, have you seen the triumphant look of that traitor Messislaw?"

"Then are you ready?"

The flames were blazing, and many flying insects rushed into the fire like a desperate charge, leaving a pile of corpses near the fire.

"Tomorrow, I will go with you." Latimer clenched his fists tightly, "I will never let the traitor Messislaw get his wish!"

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Feng Sen strode up to the steps of the castle hall, and Lyudmila waited impatiently by the gate.

There were already countless marks of hacking and axes on the wooden city wall. A dozen or so Eupolite soldiers in leather armor were leaning against the door, some of them had already fallen asleep, and some were holding their spears to support their bodies haggardly.

Stepping up the steps, even some vague figures in memory became clearer and clearer, and compared with now, they became more and more unfamiliar.

It has been nearly a year and a half since the last time we met. Lyudmila's previous greenness has faded in the flames of war, and her round face has also lost a lot of weight.

She was wearing a mink cloak, and her platinum-blond hair had gradually turned into a brown-white gradient with age. On her lower lip, there was a small but obvious knife mark, although it was only less than one. There was a shallow scar the length of the fingernail, but Feng Sen could also understand what a thrilling scene it would be.

Stepping over the steps in two or three steps, Feng Sen stood in front of Lyudmila with mixed feelings: "I kept you waiting, I kept you waiting for too long."

Liudmila didn't say anything, just took two steps forward, held Feng Sen's face, and kissed it deeply, and Feng Sen got a little bit of cold light first on the spot, and then his tongue came out like a dragon, hitting the yellow dragon directly, Two dragons playing with pearls, dragons fighting against tigers.

But kissing and kissing, Feng Sen tasted a salty taste, but at some point, Lyudmila's tears had flowed down the corners of his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Feng Sen asked in a low voice, supporting Lyudmila's shoulder.

Leaning her head on Feng Sen's chest, Lyudmila broke down in tears and said: "Fon, my dear Feng, my younger brother, Desiriko, was summoned by the Lord three days ago. The royal family of Eupolit, my family has become extinct, and I am the last one left."

Feng Sen caressed Lyudmila's hair, felt a headache at the same time of being affectionate, and kissed the top of Lyudmila's head: "Don't worry, I will avenge you, Villetti, so Buren, none of them can escape."

"What should I do?" Lyudmila's voice was muffled in Feng Sen's chest, trying to transmit the voice to Feng Sen through rib conduction, "Or, should I give up the throne to those Borabians, Feng, I want to go to Hamburg."

"Of course, I'm welcome at any time, but before that, I need to have a chat with Zinovac, maybe there is still room for improvement." Holding Lyudmila, Feng Sen winked at the Eight Banners soldiers , then entered the hall.

After sending Lyudmila to the bedroom, revived her through some biochemical means and put her to sleep, Feng Sen summoned Zinovac non-stop.