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

Feng Sen pondered. In just three days, five converted Saxon villages and three Frankish villages were burned, and a large amount of resources and wealth were looted, all of which happened in his territory.

The messenger was a villager who had escaped by chance. He reported the news to Feng Sen, requesting that the refugees under the fire of the Dan people be moved to Hamburg, and asked Feng Sen for protection.

"Do you know who they are?" Feng Sen asked the messenger, squatting on the ground and looking at the blurred footprints.

The messenger's eyes burst into flames of hatred: "I know, I will always remember—Count Ragnarod of the Danes, a group of Wends, and, there are Norsemen from Norway in the north! They even settled in our land!"

"You want revenge?" Feng Sen squatted on the ground, stirring up a bit of scorched earth.

The young courier suddenly got stuck, and he muttered: "Our manpower is too small, our weapons are too poor, we are not their opponents..."

"Has this happened before?"

"No."

"You don't seem to be prepared at all?"

"They just fell from the sky."

"Ah Cheng, he said that group of bandits fell from the sky." Feng Sen shouted to Zhang Shicheng with a smile, "Do you still remember the last time we went to take care of that Shiwei tribe, they said the same thing."

Zhang Shicheng chuckled disdainfully, and walked up to the long pillar. He first carefully sized up the unfortunate priest, and then stretched out his hand and pulled out the long nail from his mouth.

Two pitch-black crows flew up, their feathers scattered, and the corpse fell limply to the ground.

"Ding——" Zhang Shicheng heard the sound of a metal object hitting the stone

Suddenly, a small object fell from his body to the ground. Zhang Shicheng looked down, but it was a silver key.

"Jieshuai, look at this."

"Where did you find this?" Feng Sen took the one-finger-long key from him, and the thick round key was folded into an L shape.

Zhang Shicheng pointed to the corpse on the ground: "This priest looks so weak that he can bend such a thick iron key."

"Who is that, do you recognize this?" Thanks to the help of the Clausewitz engine, Feng Sen's Saxon has already been spoken in a decent way.

The messenger took the key, squinted his eyes and tried to remember. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and the look on his face became agitated for a moment. Before he could say anything, he leaned on crutches and ran towards a place.

A group of people followed behind the messenger, and he came to a house with only remnants of the wooden frame, and an unextinguished flame was still burning on the charred wood.

Throwing away his crutches, he limped to a half-remaining step. He struggled to uncover the step, revealing the cellar entrance covered with a wooden cover and a lock. He beat on the step desperately: "Oss Bert, Little William, are you in there? Is anyone there?"

After finishing speaking, he pressed his ears tightly to his chest, not daring to breathe.

"Someone."

"We're inside."

A few voices that were so weak that they could hardly be heard came from the cracks in the planks. The messenger wanted to open the cellar, but the key was broken, so he could only look at Feng Sen and the others for help.

Feng Sen twisted his neck, and took the big ax from Zhang Shicheng next to him: "All of you make room, I'm going to smash the door."

After a whimpering sound, Feng Sen asked, "Have you all moved out of the way?"

"Get out of the way."

Feng Sen raised the ax aloft, the surface of the ax reflected fire on one side, and scorched earth on the other. As the ax moved down like a phantom, the fire and scorched earth almost merged together.

"boom!"

There was a violent explosion, and the sawdust flew everywhere. Feng Sen kicked twice more, and successfully kicked the wooden cover away. In the cellar, there were about 12 or [-] children, most of whom were no older than [-] years old.

Since they hadn't seen the sun for three days, everyone squinted their eyes, and in the corner, a few children had already fainted from hunger, and there was no water left in the water tank.

"Ah Cheng, tell them to boil a few pots of hot water, and then soak the cooking cakes and dry cakes in it, did you hear me?"

"Here."

"Captain Sun, you go to Hamburg to pick up Kang Dezhen and let her see how these children are doing."

"Here."

Soon, the village that had been burned to the ground became somewhat angry.

Wrapped in animal skins, the children sat around the bonfire, gulping down the paste. Most of the children fell asleep, only the two leaders were still holding on.

"So, Priest Al hid you in the cellar?"

"Hmm." The tall William replied, he seemed to want to speak, but stopped, and looked at the messenger.

The messenger touched William's head and said slowly, "Don't be afraid, this is our lord, and he is on our side."

The short William put down his bowl and waved to the messenger. Feng Sen waved his hand to let him listen.

After whispering for a while, the messenger's face became more and more ugly, and finally he seemed to have lost his soul, sitting blankly.

"Hey, hello!" Zhang Shicheng grabbed the messenger by the collar and shook it, "Boy, what did Shuai Jie ask you? What did they say?"

Although he couldn't understand Chinese, the messenger could basically tell what he meant from the tone of his voice.

He swallowed and said, "Short William told me that they saw Joth of the Holstein tribe.

They mingled with the Danes and took all our food and cattle and sheep, and they led the way to the Danes, Woden, why!Why……"

In the middle of speaking, the young messenger covered his face and wept loudly.

"Uncle, don't cry, when we grow up, we will definitely take revenge." The tall William gritted his teeth and said viciously.

"Oh?" Feng Sen became interested, "How are you going to take revenge?"

"Kill all their people, take away their cattle and sheep, destroy their wives and daughters, and burn down their houses and fields!" The short William spoke harshly, but tears welled up in his eyes. "When we grow up, we will call the tribe of Stormarne together to avenge our father, Ada, and Al priest!"

"Then what if your enemies die of old age when you grow up?"

"Then, then find his son for revenge."

"What if he doesn't have a son? What if the Stormarn men won't help you? What if you're eaten by wolves or something before you grow up?"

Regardless of size, the two Williams stuck together.

Feng Sen laughed loudly and said, "Justice delayed, is it justice?"

"You, can you help us avenge? We are willing to do it." The tall William discovered the meaning of Feng Sen's words.

"Of course, it's too simple for me, but there are conditions."

"What conditions?"

"You must become my adopted sons, change your faith in my surname, speak my words, and in the future, work for me! How?"

"Yoshiko?"

"It's the adopted son, not only you, but all the surviving children are the same."

The two Williams looked at each other, they stood up at the same time, and bowed deeply towards Feng Sen.

"Okay, okay." Feng Sen applauded and laughed, "From today on, the tall William, your name is Feng Yi, and the short one, your name is Feng Er. From today on, you are all brothers."

"Jieshuai, what are you talking about?" Since he couldn't understand Saxon, Zhang Shicheng could only scratch his head.

Feng Sen patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "This group of bandits taught me a truth, do you know what it is?"

"what?"

"Farming the land is not as quick as robbing to get money, and we have to rob too!"

"Then, who will you steal?"

"Whoever has food will grab it."

"Then who has food?"

"Boy, whoever grabs the most will get the food!" Feng Sen patted Zhang Shicheng on the head, "Let the brothers know, go north to hunt grass valley."

Chapter 25 Albion

"Gisela, don't forget that you're a Saxon!" Sitting cross-legged on the Kang, Albion leaned on the small table, half of his body was over the table.

Gisela put her legs together and sat sideways. With her full index finger, she drew a sign of the cross on her full chest: "Bless the Father, under the Gospel of God, there is no distinction between Saxons and Franks, only the Lamb of the Father."

Albion lowered his voice: "You have been deceived by this shit heavenly father. They preached the kingdom of heaven and Hell. They said that Saint Sebas, who discovered Isaiah, was shot with dozens of arrows and survived, but in fact, it only takes one arrow to send those big-mouthed priests to death!"

"Abby!" Gisela's gray eyes were chilling for the first time. She twisted her waist, and the tight fabric revealed her plump figure. "As your friend, I advise you to convert as soon as possible. If you insult the saint like this, you will enter Hell after death."

"Then go in, Odin will kill all the devils in Hell and save me, just like he killed all the ice giants!"

"Get out!" Gisela slapped the table, her eyes were wide open, a faint blush covered her pretty face, "Not reporting your whereabouts to the church, this is already my last line! I hope you don't let us not even be friends!"

"Okay, okay, let's take a step back, don't persuade me to give up resisting the damn Karl, and I won't insult your heavenly father anymore, how about it? Let's talk about the past normally." Albion raised his hands and surrendered.

Gisela's chest rose and fell rapidly before she said, "I have nothing to do with you."

"There's nothing old to talk about, so what about the new one?" Albion played with the cup in his hand, "For example, this new Avar count? This executioner who killed thousands of Saxons?

I heard that you have a good relationship with him, and you have trysts on this big bed every day? "

"He is from Siris, and he is not an executioner. He fights based entirely on the reverence and love for the Heavenly Father." Gisela couldn't help but argue, "He is a devout and self-disciplined believer. They are all studying, working hard and working hard. A person with a dirty heart cannot understand what a person with a pure heart is like!"

"I don't understand. I only know that you are in a hurry. You are in a hurry to defend him and your little lover."

"God bless him, he's only 16 years old!"

"That's why I say it's a little lover."

"Get out!" Gisela blushed, pointing out the door, "I don't want to say it a second time."

"Okay okay, I surrender." Albion raised the flag again and surrendered, "I know he's 16 years old, I'm just very jealous of him, jealous of him being with you every day and not being able to appreciate your beauty, but I can, Gisela."

"Beauty is something outside of me."

"Then why aren't you naked?"

"I am a servant of God. When I entered the monastery, I made a vow not to marry for life!"

"Oh, here we go again." Albion said helplessly, "Every time I tell you this, you always use your godly father as a shield. I love you, Gisela, and our marriage has been blessed by your father and brother."

"Yeah, who did you marry in my absence? Air? Or a portrait on parchment?"

"What vicious language, it's just like you, Gisela!"

"I just told the truth and, for the last time, get out!"

"Gisela." Albion got down from the kang to the ground, his thin face tensed, "I hope you can understand that I will not submit to that slug Karl, your father and I have already contacted the Danes and the Saxon tribes in the north, this winter we are collecting food and manpower, and next summer, we will launch an uprising again.

At that time, it may be very chaotic. I hope you can protect yourself. I will marry you when I drive out the Franks. If you insist on believing in this heavenly father, then we will be in front of Odin and the heavenly father. Have a wedding each. "

"go out!"

With Albion's departure, the room became quiet, and Gisela sat alone on the kang, rubbing the corners of her clothes with her hands, feeling extremely agitated.

"Dong dong!"

There was a knock on the door, and Gisela was startled suddenly. She thought it was Albion who had caused trouble, so she hurried to the gate and lifted the latch, but it was not Albion, but Feng Sen who walked in.

Behind him were seven or eight children covered in filth. Feng Sen removed the horizontal knife from his body, picked up the teapot on the table, and drank the clear water in it.

Gisele touched the head of a little boy: "Who are they?"

These children who came in with Feng Sen were looking at Gisela with big pure eyes.

"I don't know why, but the Danes and the local Saxon tribe attacked the villages that converted to Heavenly Father." Feng Sen burped, "These are the surviving children."

"My God." Gisela covered her mouth, she had an ominous premonition in her heart, but she still suppressed it, "How are you going to deal with them?"

"I'm going to adopt them as adopted children." Feng Sen smiled and touched a child's head, "They are all good children."

"You are such a kind and kind person." Gisela was taken aback for a moment, and looked at the big boy in front of her who was stroking the child's head. He was only 16 years old. Thinking about Albion before, her voice trembled, "I, I..."

"But as you can see, I'm only 16 years old." Feng Sen quickly interrupted Gisela, "I can't speak Saxon well, and I don't know how to take care of children. Besides, I have some things to do, and I may not be in Hamburg in the next few days, so I need you to help me take care of them for a while."

"You, what are you going to do?"

"I often say that if you live in Han, you are Han people. In my heart, all Han people are my people." Feng Sen squeezed the tender face of Mia who was passing by, and looked at her unhappy Stamping his feet, he laughed instead, "Just like under the gospel of the Father, there is no difference between Frank and Saxon. I need to seek justice for my people, even if he is a Saxon."

Gisela's body trembled a little: "The Dans are very powerful."

"It's not out of my selfish desires, but out of justice, out of the justice of spreading the gospel of the Father." Feng Sen replied firmly, "I must fight!"

Of course, by the way, they will also grab a little money and food, just like the crusaders.

"Do you have anything else to do? Oh, by the way, you need to preside over the funeral of a heroic believer. You can ask these children about his deeds. I don't have time to say more. I need to start a military court meeting. Goodbye."

"Wait a minute." Gisela called to Feng Sen, who was half a foot out of the threshold. Feng Sen turned around suspiciously, but saw Gisela pounced on him, and she hugged Feng Sen tightly.

Feng Sen felt like he was hugging a ball of soft jelly. Gisela exhaled Youlan, and she whispered blessings in Feng Sen's ear: "Father bless you."