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

Layers of human heads were piled up to form the Jingguan, and the topmost head of the Jingguan was Old Stein.

Stein suddenly remembered the words his father said, which in his opinion, would have been said by a coward justifying himself-"Fate is always fair, he will not allow forced buying and selling, he has marked everything price, but some you can see and some you can’t.”

"Perhaps because of this, he sent giants to punish us..." Stein fell to the ground, his whole body limp, and he murmured, "That's why Odin sent giants to punish us!"

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"How much did we gain this time?"

"Fifteen horses, 39 cows, more than 200 sheep, and about a dozen carts of grain, and two boxes of jewelry, gold and silver jewelry, etc."

"Get more livestock, it's hard to bring food."

"But you can't live without food."

"Eating meat can make you full. From now on, you can use wheat as a dish." After dismissing Zhang Shicheng mercilessly, Feng Sen looked at the guide beside him, "Belvshka, where is the next location?"

The skinny Belvshka pointed to the northwest and said, "There is still a village there."

Belvshka, whose real name is Halfdan, is a half-breed Slav Danish. He once served the younger brother of the previous generation of kings. Due to some private incidents, the master he served died and he was expelled from Denmark.

Drozko, the son of King Operit, recruited him, and Halfdan returned to the land with hatred.

Three mouthfuls swallowed the pancakes. Feng Sen clapped his hands and stood up: "Have you finished eating? Hurry up and eat. There is still a village in the northwest tonight. Let's go there overnight!"

Chapter 28 Shield Girl!

The crooked yellow teeth rubbed against each other, crushing the beef tendon in his mouth, and blood flowed out from the gap between the teeth and onto the table.

Vidukind chewed the half-cooked beef expressionlessly. The hall was empty, only the sound of his chewing and the tearing sound of cutting the beef fiber.

"tatter"

The sound of footsteps resounded in the empty corridor, the door of the hall slammed open, and the cold wind from the outside kicked the door open, and Vidukind's two temples hair fluttered backwards with the gust of wind.

Albion took off his leather hat with a pointed red top, shook off the rainwater on it, and sat on the opposite side of Vidukind.

Vidukind pushed a glass of beer over, Albion hesitated for half a second, took the glass and drank it down, and drank the entire large glass before putting down the glass.

"How's it going?"

"Still haven't caught any trace of them." Albion lowered his head, "So far we know that twelve villages have been looted, and they seem to conduct interrogation after the looting. If anyone has participated in the looting, they will Will kill all adult males and build pyramids of heads."

"Are there survivors?"

"Yes, we found quite a few, but some of them said they were Saxons, some said they were Franks, and some said they were ice giants. The leader was riding a blood-stained giant horse, and they said they were the Wild Hunting Legion sent by Odin."

"How many people know about the ice giant? Why did I hear someone talking about this when I went out to inspect today?"

"I'm sorry, my lord, my subordinates are not strict."

"Haha." Vidukind suddenly let out a strange laugh, which was hidden in his neck, like a hoarse muffled thunder, rumbling, "Do you know what the Dans in Lübeck said? They called the group of raiders The latter is the whip of Odin, to punish us."

As if he had heard some big joke, Vidukind patted his thigh, covered his stomach and laughed loudly.

"Hahahahahaha."

The laughter was small at first, but grew louder as Widukind's face came closer to Albion's, and he poked his face across the table, his face only a few feet away from Albion's. Less than two centimeters left.

"boom!"

Vidukind grabbed half of Albion's face and pressed it into the vegetable soup on the table. The pottery bowl shattered instantly, and half of Albion's face was covered with greasy cheese and gravy.

Gravy and thick soup poured in along Albion's nostrils and ear holes. Albion struggled subconsciously, and a short knife rubbed against Albion's neck and stabbed it down.

In an instant, Albion's legs stretched straight, and he lay flat on the table, not daring to move.

"Abby, you are my son-in-law and my future heir. I want you to know that this is where we are.

Since those Avar mercenaries routed Vikindur, our power can no longer extend south of the Lipper River, and those damned Wends attacked our Magdeburg and took our weapons and supplies.

The Saxons of the Stormarn tribe are soft bones. They were frightened by their cousin Karl, and they could no longer support us. Now, our only territory is here.

Originally, this summer was the best time to raise troops when Karl went south to Italy and the troops were scattered, but the defeat of Santer's damned Vikindour and the defeat of Magdeburg, next spring, is already the last time, and the group of Saxons who were enraged by the Weldon massacre will rise up with us.

Destroying Bremen and driving the Franks back across the Weser before Karl could muster sufficient forces was the only way to maintain the situation.

The despicable Franks bought tribal chiefs and helped them annex the land, turning a large number of tribal people into serfs. These people who lost their land will definitely follow us.

However, their combat strength is too weak to be crushed by an enemy with four times their strength - what we need most is an elite army as a sword.

The source of this army is Lübeck. Here, the strong and barbaric Danes, Norse, and Saxons are the best source of soldiers.

Since five days ago, every day, every day, someone told me that the group of raiders slaughtered this village and that village, and robbed women and children. These twelve villages that were looted can provide me with nearly a hundred warriors who are good at fighting. .

I took out all my property, decades of savings and Siegfried’s funding, and used it to reward and arm these warriors. Now, you tell me that the warriors were killed and their property was robbed, but you can’t catch the murderer!

Abby, we can't fail anymore, Siegfried and Karl have reached a secret agreement, if we fail this time, we can no longer escape to Denmark.

This is the last chance, Abbie, the last time. "

His face was twisted and ferocious, but Vidukind's smile was as bright as summer flowers. He pinched Albion's chin with his hands, and pulled his face closer to his eyes: "Abby, my Abby, if you There is no progress, how dare you come back? Huh?"

"They, they are too fast." Half of his face was covered with broth, and a piece of broken pottery was stuck in it. Albion could only make a vague sound with half of his mouth. "Sometimes they even loot three or four villages a day, and they are very familiar with our side. We need more horses, my lord."

After a moment of silence, Vidukind let go of Albion. He pulled out a knife from the table and continued to cut the beef: "I will give you another three hundred horses, and I will send you Ragnaro. You only have seven days to catch the attackers."

"Yes."

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The icy water of the river is a little bit biting, as if affected by the cold weather, even the water of the river is as blue as the glaze on blue and white porcelain.

A few small fish swam away from Arvo's fingertips. She reached out to catch them, but failed to catch them. Arvo angrily raised a stick and slammed it on the water.

Water splashed everywhere, and even a few icy drops splashed into Fenner's eyes.

"Be quiet, you little ice giant!" Fenner wiped the water off his face with his hands, and couldn't help cursing.

Arvo threw away the stick, and sat down on the muddy ground sullenly. A misty gray mist filled the forest in Lübeck in the early morning.

"Fenner, do you think I can be a shield girl?"

"Yes." Fenner thumped his clothes vigorously, and replied impatiently, "You are so tall and capable of hitting, like a giant, I, Valkyrie, will choose you to be a shield girl."

Arvo took off her gold brocade headband, which had countless small rectangles forming zigzag waves, which her father had snatched when he went south to plunder.

After taking off the headband, Arvo's long fluffy golden hair fell down like water. Her eyebrows were furry, and there was a big clear eye underneath. A line of light red paint ran from the left ear to the right ear. This is the most fashionable "eye makeup" of the Dan people.

A small braid tied with leather was hanging down the side of her face, shaking gently.

Taking a photo on the calm water, Arvo shook his head, revealing his face covered by long hair: "They said I'm too beautiful, not fierce enough, not strong enough, maybe I should draw two scars on my face?"

"If you think it's useful, you can row." Fenner forcefully squeezed out the water in the clothes, and the cold river water fell drop by drop on the bluestone board.

Arvo took the half-dry clothes from Fenner's hand, and saw that she squeezed lightly, and all the moisture in the clothes gushed out.

"Be careful, don't ruin your clothes again."

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

Caressing his sister's smooth face, Fenner sighed: "Arvo, you don't need to cut your face, they are jealous of you."

"Maybe by doing this, I can gain their respect?"

"Impossible, my sister, we and the king will always be enemies, Siegfried will not let you get any kindness and glory." Fenner re-tied Arvo's hair with a hair ring, and she holding my sister.

"Since they murdered my father together, we are eternal enemies. The group of traitors who drove us out and hated us. If it wasn't for grandma, we would have been set on fire by them to death one day."

"Then I'll take revenge by killing them all."

"Hmph, can you resist an army alone? If you want revenge, go to Scandinavia in the north. Although it is cold there, it also produces the most powerful warriors." Fenner patted Arvo's shoulder, "You are a perfect shield girl, they will like you, find a strong husband, form a strong enough army, and come back, this is the best way to revenge."

After packing up the clothes, the two sisters walked towards the village, but they stopped as they walked.

Thick and unusual black smoke columns rose in the village, and several pitch-black crows flew back and forth among the smoke columns.

Arvo and Fenner exchanged glances, and quickly hid in the nearby jungle. Soon, a group of knights in black and red scale armor appeared in their field of vision. Behind them, countless women and children were tied up by a long rope.

Their eyes were red and they were walking weeping. Behind them was a herd of cattle, sheep and horses. A few Saxons wearing messy Viking armor were driving the crowd and livestock on both sides of the road.

"Avars?!" Arvo asked with staring eyes.

Fenner immediately lowered his voice and pressed Arvo's back: "Keep your voice down, idiot."

But it was too late.

"Who!?"

Chapter 29 Princess Slave

"So, these two people are the two people you are looking for?"

"Yes, my lord." Standing beside the two girls, Belvshka said tremblingly, "They are the daughters of the old king's younger brother Wario, the aunt of the current Danish king."

Under the shed that was open on all sides, Feng Sen sat on a small horse with a big horse, squinting his eyes and scanning the two women in front of him.

The one with the gray hair was about twenty-five, the one with the blond hair probably not more than twenty, but certainly older than Feng Sen.

They were tied hands and feet, forcing him to kneel on the ground.

"Ah Cheng." Feng Sen folded his arms around his chest, pointed to the two girls with his chin, and asked, "You said that the two of them defeated ten soldiers?"

There is a bruise on Zhang Shicheng's forehead: "To be precise, it was the tall one. She killed two Saxon auxiliary soldiers and injured six more. The injured even included two brothers in the army. If it weren't for me Arriving in time, she almost snatched a horse and escaped."

Feng Sen leaned forward, resting his elbows on both thighs, and carefully observed the two Danish girls. Their mouths were stuffed with rags. The gray-haired girl just lowered her head, while the blond one struggled and glared at Feng Sen.

"Why do you say they are the king's aunts?"

"The current king of Denmark, Siegfried, is the cousin of the son of the previous Danish king, but because the prince is sterile, he adopts Siegfried as his adopted son.

It was just that after the death of the old king, the new king fell into the water two days before his official enthronement, contracted the cold, died on the spot, and finally Siegfried inherited the throne. "

"Oh?" Feng Sen picked up an apple from the fruit plate and took a bite. "How do you inherit Denmark? Belvska."

"According to the Danish tradition, the person who inherits the king gets everything, but most other princes have their own estates during the king's lifetime."

The Norse Danes in Northern Europe seem to be backward, but they established the primogeniture system earlier than Western and Southern Europe.

"Then according to your statement, if the succeeding prince dies before inheriting, how will his throne be passed on?"

"Accordingly, it is generally the eldest son's succession, and male priority, Your Excellency."

"Is primogeniture first or male first?"

"We consider the firstborn to inherit first, and if there are no males among the firstborn, females will also be selected."

"How do you define the order of succession for the eldest son? By age or seniority?"

"This, we have not considered."

Feng Sen swallowed the apple into his stomach in a few mouthfuls, stood up from the pony, and looked down at the two sisters condescendingly.

Pulling out the horizontal knife from the scabbard, under Belvshka's pleading eyes, Feng Sen put the tip of the horizontal knife on Fenner's chin, and with a slight lift, the thin girl with tears in her eyes raised her head.

"what is her name?"

"Fenner, her name is Fenner, Your Excellency." Belvshka hurried up, "Your Excellency, I am willing to pay for the compensation of your soldiers. Please let them go, and it will be my reward for guiding this time. For the sake of the Heavenly Father, I beg you."

At the end, Belvshka almost shed tears.

Feng Sen pulled out the rag ball from Fenner's mouth: "Your name is Fenner?"

"Yes, sir." Fenner replied cautiously in Saxon, "My sister and I didn't know that Uncle Halfdan was your guide, otherwise we wouldn't have attacked you anyway."

Feng Sen ignored her and continued to walk in front of Arvo. He was about to tear off the cloth from her mouth, but Fenner called out: "Your Excellency, please forgive my impoliteness. My sister Arvo is a barbarian. She can't speak Saxon or Frankish. In order to prevent her from bumping into you, I strongly advise you not to do this."

"Oh?" Feng Sen seemed not to hear, and with a look of despair in Fenner's eyes, he tore off the cloth ball from Arvo's mouth.

"A handful of minnows! Come on, happy! Oops Mi... ummm"

Feng Sen stuffed the rags back into Arvo's mouth. He looked at Fenner: "Translate my words to her and tell her that I will give you a chance. If you can beat me, I will let you go. If you lose, both of you will become my slaves."

"Your Excellency..." Belvshka exclaimed.

Zhang Shicheng knocked the ground with a long knife: "It's good that they didn't kill them."

After Finner's translation, Arvo raised his chin high and stared at Feng Sen's face like a lone wolf.

When they came outside the shed, two soldiers cut the rope on Arvo's wrist. Arvo moved his wrist and made a throat-cutting motion at Feng Sen.

Feng Sen threw a wooden stick and a shield to her, and he only took a slightly longer wooden stick.

Holding a shield in her left hand and a stick in her right hand, Arvo opened her arms towards Feng Sen, exposing her chest and waist, and she spit at Feng Sen provocatively.