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

Under the gloomy sky, the faint red light in the heated kang illuminated the faces of every tribal leader present. Apart from the general who presided over the overall situation, Vladislav, there were also the leaders of two other large tribes and seven or eight small tribe leaders.

They currently have a total strength of 8000 people and are stationed on the banks of the Morawa River.

"I heard those spies say that these Serisians seem to be transferring troops upstream? They want to break through from upstream."

"Who said that, they are obviously increasing their troops."

"No, my burakumen just found out this morning that they were making rafts on the banks of the river."

The tribal leaders, big and small, were discussing in a hurry, and the saliva was about to fly to Vladislav's face.

"Your Excellency Vladislav." A leader of a large tribe leaned closer to Vladislav, "Should we call back the light cavalry defending the Franks, or ask the Avars for assistance? Now those Siris can cross the river from the upper reaches and attack by force. We are like blind people. This is not the way to go."

A leader immediately retorted loudly: "No, those cavalry are all Sorbs. Although they are close to us, many of their family members have become the Eight Banners of the Seres. Let them come. I am not afraid that they will rebel on the spot. ?"

"Then what do you think we should do? Now that the Morava River is about to dry up in winter, they will be able to attack by force, and we will have no time to escape."

"But are those Sorbs credible? You know, many of them are still writing letters to their relatives in their hometown. Lord Vasil is still too kind. If it were me, I would have put those Sorbs Killed them all."

"The left and right are dead, why don't you call the Sorbs over to fight? I think you are because you have bullied those fleeing Sorbs before, and you are afraid of their revenge..."

"Okay." Vladislav shouted impatiently, "Is it useful to make such a noise?"

He cleared his throat, stood up, and made the final verdict on this debate: "Everyone here is the descendant of the gods, and they all enjoy the protection of Peron. On the side of the same clan, this is blood relationship!

Besides, they still had hatred with the Serisians. Under the watchful eyes of the gods, they dared not rebel, so they immediately wrote a letter and mobilized a thousand Sorbian cavalry to come to help, and that was the deal. "

"But……"

"I've said it, so it's settled." Staring at the bull's eye, he glanced around. Although some tribal leaders still raised their beards and were dissatisfied, they still agreed to this move under Vladislav's personal prestige.

After waiting for three days, the Sorb cavalry arrived. As Vladislav expected, they really dutifully fought against the Siris cavalry. Activities are much more difficult.

Even some volunteers temporarily recruited from nearby began to complain.

Under the pattering rain, on a hillside on the right bank of the Morava River, three or five scouts dressed in various kinds of animal skins, woolen cloth and linen clothes quickly stripped the spoils from the fallen Moravian spies.

"Father, are you still going to attack or not?" Seamovet looked at the Moravian camp in the distance, and impatiently waved the whip in his hand to drive away gadflies and flies.

The rain fell on Piast's short cloak, making a crackling sound, his face was stern: "I asked, wait a minute."

Simowit lowered his head and muttered: "Wait any longer, it will be too late. Our food is getting less and less. We haven't got any goods after such a long time. If this continues, we will lose money."

Piast frowned: "I said, wait a little longer."

Looking at the son who rode forward with complaints and went with a few companions to collect the spoils of the Moravian light cavalry, Piast sighed softly.

Perhaps it was a mistake to come out this time?

Piast originally lived in Jiqi, but later moved to Gniezno, and gradually became a well-known local man during tribal conflicts and hunting, and even became the custodian of the local warehouse.

But this was envied by Prince Poppier, the monarch of the two tribes of Xiporian and Gopeland, and he targeted them everywhere.

Therefore, the Piast family, who felt the monarch's malice, took the opportunity to join the rebel army of Fengsen, Duke of Saxony, to seek help and asylum.

But since joining, the Saxon army has not carried out many attacks, but instead confronted each other across the river.

But the time before that was overwhelming. Could it be a coincidence that those armored soldiers were just shams, or was this general a coward or an idiot?

But that is the famous Frankish general who destroyed the three countries of Eupolite, Sorb, and Bohemia. He must not be a coward, but when can he launch an attack?Is it true that we have to wait until the dry season?

"Father!" A rush of hoofbeats sounded, stopping Piast's thinking.

"what happened?"

Simovit didn't care to wipe the rain from his face, but pointed to the river excitedly: "Father, look over there, there is a fight, the Saxons are attacking!"

Chapter 395 Seven Hundred Versus Eight Thousand

Under the gloomy sky, the cool rain fell on everyone, giving off a chill.

Lying in a wet puddle, Piast looked down the hillside. Although he didn't know how to count, from Piast's experience, there were about [-] to [-] Saxon soldiers there. Most of them were dressed in black, but there were also some in green.

At this time, the sentry post beside the tent had already blown the horn.

"Crazy?" Seamovett said subconsciously.

The Saxons are crazy, that's Simovet's first thought, how is this possible?Use 8000 to [-] soldiers to attack a large village of [-] people?

Seamovett would rather believe that his dog can urinate cat poop coffee than believe that such a miracle can happen, even if these people seem to be wearing armor.

Even if calculated according to the highest level, 800 people, 8000 people are ten times their number, which is equivalent to each Saxon soldier defeating ten Moravians, which is too outrageous.

"Father, what do you think? I think this is a loss."

"Don't talk nonsense, keep watching." Although it seemed that the Saxons would definitely lose, years of intuition still didn't allow Piast to make a frivolous conclusion. He always felt that Saxons would not do this without a reason.

There must be some clever trick, otherwise, how could a mere 800 people defeat an army of 8000 people?

It was a great thing for them to be able to touch the tent from the river bank, but if they did not rely on tricks, they would not be able to defeat these Moravians at all.

"I lost!" Zhang Shicheng shouted.

In the hazy rain, the iron armor on his body was almost as cold as ice, and with a stiff face, Zhang Shicheng let the rain splash on his face and flow into his neck.

"We lost! They have already lost since we landed." Zhang Shicheng's eyes were cold and murderous. The enemy must have never expected that I would cross the river to attack at this time.

All the gentlemen are elites, the battle front among the battle fronts, the commander-in-chief selected us, just to let them see, we Han people and the Eight Banners are born fighters, wealth and honor are in front of us, and those who want to take it, let me take it! "

"Wan Sheng!" The deep roar turned into a tornado in the rain, and even the leaves on the surrounding trees trembled.

"You two don't need to charge with us." After explaining to the soldiers, Zhang Shicheng turned his body to the two Sorb cavalry leaders, "It is already a great achievement for you two to help us cross the river. We have our own rules for charging, and it is inconvenient for you to accompany us."

"I used to serve the Principality of Great Saxony!" A Sorb said categorically, and someone who couldn't understand Slavic would think this was some kind of loyal soldier.

"Keep going."

In the increasingly noisy camp of the Moravians, the sound of orderly footsteps and the sound of messy horseshoes were so clear, not only made the sound of the rain louder, but also made the noise in the camp of the Moravians a bit louder. ,

It has to be said that although these Moravians are all tribal, years of tribal conflicts and hunting life have indeed added a lot of bravery to them. Soon, a full 2000 Moravian warriors emerged.

They rubbed their axes and roared like beasts at the Saxon army, but what responded to them in the rain was only the sound of uninterrupted rhythmic footsteps.

"Wan Sheng—"

There was a sound so neat that it looked like a giant roaring with its mouth open, instantly blocked the Moravian's battle cry, and the rain made everything even more blurred.

The Moravian warriors had a tendency to lose their armor and armor before they could stand still. A dark cloud parted, and only a little white light was revealed. At this time, they realized that at some point, all their fences had been dismantled, and even some trenches had been filled.

"Who? Who did this?"

"Iron armored cavalry! Look, is it the legendary iron tower cavalry?"

"I know these horseshoe marks, I know they are the Sorbs."

"It's in vain for us to take them in."

"Stop arguing, the enemy army is almost here."

Under such rain, Zhang Shicheng naturally did not use the bow and arrow as before. He pulled off his visor, and the red-tasseled horse spear in his hand, under the rain, almost dyed the pole of the horse spear red.

"Wan Sheng!"

Amidst the roar and the sound of horns, two hundred cavalry stepped on the rainwater and rushed into the formation of the Moravians in a daze, regardless of the danger of charging and skidding in rainy weather.

It has to be said that Zhang Shicheng deserves to be an old man who fought in the feudal town. Whether it is the grasp of the fighter or the understanding of the battle situation, he is far beyond ordinary people.

At this time, due to the sudden incident, many Moravians hadn't reacted yet. The entire Moravian team was led by several lower-level tribal leaders. At this moment, there were still many panicked Moravian soldiers who even ran to line up without clothes.

At this moment, the Moravian army formation seems to be crowded, but it is actually like a ripe watermelon. With a light chop of a horse in the hand, they will naturally split in half without using force.

And the reality is just like this, two hundred cavalry erected their spears, formed a triangular formation, and plunged into the enemy army in an instant, the thin formation could not block the attacking Jingnan Xuanjia cavalry at all.

Rushing to the front, Zhang Shicheng waved the horse in his hand left and right, often a figure flashed by, and two people fell down behind them clutching their chests or necks.

The air that was originally smelling of mud was instantly filled with the smell of blood. Screams, wailing, rage, fear, all emotions finally became out of control, wanting to move forward, wanting to retreat, the entire army was in chaos in an instant stand up.

Then four hundred infantry soldiers lined up in a long column, and with a soaring roar, rushed in through the gap opened by the cavalry.

Under the heavy blade, no piece of chain mail or armor could stop it. The short spears and axes in the hands of the Moravian warriors could not even touch the body of the Saxon infantry. Under the impact of the spear, blood blossomed.

On the muddy ground, long black dragons rushed left and right among the crowd, and nearly a hundred Moravian warriors fell down each time.

"Wan Sheng!"

The thunderous sound of gongs and drums, the roar, and the whistling sound of weapons piercing the air, the people in front wanted to escape, while the people behind wanted to step forward. The crowded Moravian warriors turned like a vortex, but what remained unchanged was that the vortex was being stained red with blood.

The Moravian camp fell into chaos. Vladislav, who was still dizzy after drinking, stumbled into the fine chain mail, and under the escort of several guards, he headed for the gate of the camp. But it stopped after a few steps.

A familiar big leader was hurrying over, and he dashed backward while riding a horse. Even though he was drunk, Vladislav was still nimble, and while calling for people to block the way, he took advantage of the slowing down of the horse and grabbed the leader's clothes.

"What's going on? What's going on in front?"

"Your Excellency Vladislav, run away, the Sorbs have rebelled, and the [-] Saxons have come to kill them."

"Twenty thousand?!" Vladislav sobered up in an instant. He listened carefully to the shouts of killing over there, and asked a few fleeing soldiers. "It's over", "One hundred thousand enemy troops are coming", "Thunder God Peilong is coming" and other news.

"What should I do?" one of the attendants asked in a panic.

"What should I do? The more you get to this point, the more calm you will be!" Vladislav glared at him, "If you don't bring my horse here, it will be too late if you don't leave!"

Blood stained the puddles on the ground red, and was stepped into by Wulong boots, splashing scarlet blood.

After fighting fiercely for a long while and finding that their general had fled, the Moravians handed over their weapons in despair and chose to surrender.

Standing next to the dead bodies, Seamovett's half-open mouth has not closed until now, 700 people, they only have 700 people, and there is even a reserve team of 100 people, who have never played from the beginning to the end.

And what they were facing was a total of 8000 people.

Looking at the Moravian prisoners of war being driven away like cattle and horses, Simowett finally closed his mouth: "How powerful!"

"Instead of lamenting here, it's better to think more about what to do in the future." Although Piast tried his best to pretend to be plain, his inner turmoil was no less than that of Seamovett.

These 800 people beheaded a total of [-] levels, and these Moravian prisoners of war trembled when they saw the black helmet.

If such power can become part of such a powerful existence, will it be able to drive that disgusting Prince Poppier from the throne? His tyranny is almost unbearable for all Cyborians.

Chapter 396 Hmph, want to escape?

The sparkling silver light ripples on the water waves, and the pale rocks break the water surface, dividing the water flow into strands of white waves. Birch trees and metasequoia trees slant their waists, swaying their bodies in the cold wind.

There are black and green forests in the distance, and there are occasional jackdaws singing on the branches.

Taking off the leather gloves, Shi Jingfeng took up the cold river water and splashed it on his face, and after a while he became sober, he shook his hands and hid his slightly red hands in the gloves.

He turned around, and behind him, in the open space by the river, were hundreds of light cavalry and thousands of cattle, sheep and horses. Besides that, there were also various goods, and occasionally silver coins came from the soldiers. The waist fell down, and the big-hearted one didn't even bother to pick it up.

Fifteen days have passed since Feng Sen ordered Shi Jingfeng to set off. After breaking through the Morava River defense line, only the Moravian base camp remained in the Moravian battle. From this the city of Morawa, the river and the valley, is named.

But before the army set off, Feng Sen suddenly called Shi Jingfeng. You must know that he is still only a small school, and he can manage a hundred and fifty people at most.

But this time, Feng Sen assigned him five hundred light cavalry, including Eight Banners and Yi Cong, either the former scouts, or the Yi Cong cavalry who shined in the previous confrontation on the Morawa River.

The representative of the Eight Banners was Bue, the representative of the government soldiers was Feng Youde, and the representative of Yi Cong was the Piast father and son. Five hundred elite soldiers of Qingqi were handed over to an unknown young pawn in the frontier.

For the first time, Shi Jingfeng felt like Han Xin met Xiao He.

It's just that Shi Jingfeng is not an uneducated person. He has seen Han Xin's fate on the stage after all. He will never make such a mistake again.

In this attack, Shi Jingfeng dispatched 50 people in each team, and went to Dazhai to attack small villages. They often didn't know each other for several days, and then they met at a fixed place.

Who would have thought that Feng Sen's army was still blocked at the gate of Morava city, and Shi Jingfeng had already come in from the small road. Almost everyone was unprepared, and it was easy for Shi Jingfeng to increase the amount of cattle, sheep and goods he was carrying to a level that greatly slowed down the marching speed in just a few days.

But the Moravians are not fools. Shi Jingfeng could feel that someone was following them for several days, and last night Shi Jingfeng sent two groups of people to intercept and kill those pursuers.

It wasn't until breakfast was over that the matter finally came to fruition.

"Lieutenant Shi." Feng Youde's red forehead was stained with dark red blood, "The three Moravian cavalrymen in the east have been awarded their heads, and none of them escaped."

On the other side, Piast said shamelessly: "Captain Baoshi, I intercepted and killed the three of them, but I didn't expect that there were three more of them. Although I pursued desperately, I still let one of them escape."

"It doesn't matter, it's just a matter of speed. We are so noisy, killing one can bring two." Shi Jingfeng took out the flagon and handed it to the two, "The winter night is cold, so let the brothers drink two sips to get rid of the cold. Excellent rice wine."

"Then since we are being followed, why don't we give up some of the luggage, cattle and sheep, or they will catch up." Feng Youde didn't drink, but frowned and said, "The Moravian cavalryman I killed said that they An army of 7000 men was sent."

"Return 7000 people." Shi Jingfeng snorted, "7000 people are about the same in Morawa City. I am exaggerating that he can mobilize 3000 people. If they want to chase, let them chase."

There was a mysterious light in Shi Jingfeng's eyes: "Most of them are infantry. I was afraid that they would run too slowly and they would not be able to catch up."

Although the sky did not clear up this day, it was also cloudy. Although the sky was dim, it was much better than the continuous light rain of the previous few days.

Even so, on this deep forest road, every seven or eight people raised a torch. Under the humidity, the torch emitted bursts of gray smoke, which made people cough.

But even so, Morun still refused to give up the torch, but became more careful. According to his prediction, this section of the journey was the most vulnerable to surprise attacks, especially when the opponent was cavalry and his own was infantry.