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

After leaving this section of the road, there is a plain and hilly area with a wide field of vision. Even if the enemy's cavalry wants to make a surprise attack, they can see clearly from their side.

Walking through the forest road in fear, Mo Lun let down his vigilance and let out a long sigh of relief when the sky was shining brightly and the grassy wind blew on him.

"My lord, look over there." A soldier took Morun's reins and pointed forward.

Following the direction pointed by the soldiers, I saw a dozen cattle and sheep grazing leisurely on the grassland, and judging from the skins and belongings hanging on them, it must be the group of Siris cavalry left behind. of.

"Hmph, want to escape?" Mo Lun became excited together, "Whoever discovers these cattle and sheep first will reward the first batch of discoverers with the goods on the cattle and sheep, and everyone will chase after them!"

The 2000-strong army continued to move forward, and soon, the second batch of scout cavalry returned. Their faces were flushed with excitement, and the corners of their mouths curled up: "We found it, and there are still ahead."

Sure enough, at a distance of fifty steps forward, dozens of cattle and sheep were being tied to stakes inserted in the ground one by one. And the goods are scattered on the ground.

Mo Lun changed his mind, and immediately ordered his own soldiers to go out to find cattle and sheep in a low voice, and rewarded the cattle and sheep to the accompanying soldiers.

Next, almost every few dozen steps, some cavalrymen would come back and report the discovery of cattle, sheep and goods, sometimes a dozen, sometimes dozens, and even a hundred at the highest.

Of course, with the attitude of whoever finds it, since most of the cattle and sheep are not placed in the middle of the road, but scattered on both sides of the road, they were naturally discovered by Morun's cavalry first, and then fell into Molun. Lun's own pocket.

Until the middle of the road, where everyone could see, there appeared a herd of hundreds of cattle and sheep and a lot of goods.

This is not something the cavalry can easily steal. The moment they discovered these cattle and sheep, the ordinary tribe soldiers who had not grabbed much before couldn't help it.

You must know that all the elite elite Moravian warriors went to the city of Morava to guard against the Saxon enemy army. The people present were all the most ordinary tribes, young and strong, and the better ones were hunters.

I don't know who yelled first: "Grab--", and then the [-] tribal soldiers around Morun rushed forward, and the turbulent crowd almost squeezed Morun off his horse.

Looking at the Moravian troops in a mess, it wasn't until this moment that Mo Lun came to his senses, and he slapped his thigh: "It was tricked!"

"Caught it? Why? Didn't we beat them to the ground?" A soldier asked curiously.

Mo Lun replied sadly: "What do you know? They plundered more than [-] cattle, sheep and horses, and countless goods. Now they only need to leave a third of them, and they will make us mess up." , unable to pursue.

Although we don't know who their general is, the cunning of this person is beyond our imagination. With the time we wasted in looting the spoils, they would have escaped long ago. "

"So that's how it is." The soldier suddenly realized, and then smiled flatteringly, "But at least, you can declare that you defeated them, it's not bad."

"But I wasted all this time, but I can't catch them anymore, so I just let them run away, I really can't be reconciled... I can only give it a try..."

Mo Lun let out a long sigh, and was about to issue an order to restrict the movement of the soldiers, but his expression froze suddenly.

Following Morun's eyes, the accompanying soldier looked at the ground. It was a small grass, and it was trembling slightly at this moment.

Is it windy?No, if there is wind, how can the grass vibrate up and down.

"Boom--"

thunder?Is it raining?No, it wasn't raining. The sound came from behind them. Morun turned around slowly, only to see a tall black horse leaping up, flying over his head and crashing into the crowd, and the blood also exploded.

Chapter 397 Vasil, I am your fairy, surrender or not?

Hanging Mo Lun's head on the tip of the gun, Shi Jingfeng smiled and accepted the worship of the followers and bannermen in the Morawa camp.

The cold wind blew through the mane of the black horse beneath him, raising thousands of black lines.

Behind Shi Jingfeng, there were [-] cavalrymen in full beard and tail, thousands of cattle, sheep, horses and goods, and hundreds of prisoners of war.

The cavalrymen, cattle and sheep held their heads up and smiled, while the prisoners of war lowered their heads, weeping, and moved forward step by step.

"Hahaha, my champion is back!" Standing in front of the gate, Feng Sen was wearing a tight-fitting hunting suit, with his hands behind his back, looking at the returning Shi Jingfeng with a smile.

Throwing the spear to his companions at the side, Shi Jingfeng bowed loudly: "I don't dare to be a champion, but I am lucky enough to live up to my fate. I captured [-] cattle and sheep, [-] horses, killed the chief Molun, and captured the leader, the leader's wife, daughters, grandchildren, and some priests."

"Who is this Moran?"

"Moron is the cousin of the Moravian king Vasil. He is responsible for transporting food and grass for Morava city in the rear and managing the logistics. It is a pity that this person has no self-knowledge. After I looted, not only did he not escape, he actually returned Anyone who dares to pursue them will be cut off from my horse."

"Okay, okay." Feng Sen looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "The Moravian king Vasil is stubborn now, and someone just needs to wipe his eyes for him to understand the situation before talking. Will these tribesmen sing local folk songs?"

"meeting."

"Great, let them go to the front line and sing a little song for Navasir."

Escorting these prisoners of war, Shi Jingfeng passed through the well-arranged camp and came to the bottom of the city. An arrow tower as high as a stone city wall was standing there. When he went up the building, a businessman who could speak the local language was holding a large iron horn to persuade the tribal warriors on the Morawa city wall to surrender.

The businessman was overjoyed when he heard about Shi Jingfeng's visit, and pushed the relatives of the tribal people to the front of the stage, and once again raised the loudspeaker in his hand:

"Vassier, I call you an immortal, give me a quick word, will you surrender or not." He was answered by a arrow pierced on the arrow tower, and the laughter of the soldiers on the city wall.

"Vassier, your rear has been captured by the Franks. Look at the prisoners in our hands. Aren't they your relatives in the rear? Now, they are all my prisoners of war. It's not too late for you to surrender."

Grabbing a tribal man by the collar, Shi Jingfeng pushed half of his body out of the handrail, causing the man to scream in shock.

"Cousin, my cousin is me, Rafe, do you remember me?"

"Fwodi, is it Fuwodi? We are from the same village!"

After just a few seconds of silence, the previous ridicule broke out into roars and noises. What fueled these noises were the folk songs from the hometown that the prisoners of war were forced to sing.

Soon Vasil's message came, and it was shouted by seven or eight soldiers with loud voices: "You are lying, even if I die, die outside, and jump off the tower, I will not surrender to you."

"Give me a quick word, whether to surrender or not!"

"Stubborn." Standing under the protection of the guards, Feng Sen looked up at the city wall and shook his head indifferently, "Pull up my general cannon."

Amidst the creaking sound of the wooden wheels, the ten counterweight trebuchets slowly pushed forward from the rear, and the stones as large as millstones had already been hung in the leather bag.

Despite the modular parts brought by Feng Sen, the construction of the ten trebuchets still took him a full ten days. It is now December, and it will be even more difficult to attack after the snow falls.

"Bombard day and night, don't let them have a chance to rest. Within three days, before the snow falls, I will see the top of Morava city and hang our flag!" Feng Sen ordered Han Shizhong to fight. Yawning and returning to the tent.

Because the battle line was too long, he has been busy with logistics matters these days. The thousands of cattle and sheep brought by Shi Jingfeng can be regarded as an urgent need, and he can finally sleep soundly.

After returning to the big tent, after eating two mouthfuls of boiled beef, Feng Sen collapsed on the animal skin mattress.

After a dark and sweet sleep until the next morning, Feng Sen got the news when he got up - the city was broken and Vasil surrendered.

Standing on the ground with bare feet, Feng Sen flicked the battle report in his hand, with a rare proud smile on his face. Only at this moment did he dare to relax a little bit, and temporarily get rid of the admonition of arrogance in his heart.

Humming a ditty and putting the battle report aside, Feng Sen is not in a hurry to check and accept it yet. Everything under him has become a system, and when he needs to do something, someone will naturally notify him.

While eating breakfast, Feng Sen turned on the Clausewitz engine again, and two prompts emitting golden light were floating above the panel.

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【Falling Sandu】

[Requirement: Destroy the capital cities of three principalities and above. 】

[Reward: +20% vassal loyalty]

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【Battle of Morawa】

【Hearty victory】

[In Morava, the one-armed giant in armor roared again. In front of him, no city can last more than ten days. In the eyes of all Moravians, you are the king of giants! 】

[Your legend begins to spread in Moravia, monthly prestige +1]

+20% loyalty to the vassal state seems to be useless. At present, there is only one vassal state in Feng Sen, which is Opportunity, but the Clausewitz engine did not give a specific explanation for the vassal state. It did not say what is considered a vassal state.

Those Slavic tribes who provided Feng Sen with soldiers, do they count?Or those Pomeranian tribes, do they count?That Dan settlement in Wessex, does it count?

Shaking his head, Feng Sen focused on his attributes.

[Prestige: 1919]

【Psychic power: 810】

【Emperor Grace: 251】

These three numbers made Feng Sen very comfortable.

The most important thing is Huang En. Among the refugees sent by Huang En, there are many craftsmen and scribes. As for the soldiers sent, there are many brave generals.

As the Jews helped Feng Sen build more than ten trading posts, the growth of his imperial favor changed from +1 to +2, and he could draw twice a year, at least 300 people at a time, and a maximum of 1200 people, which was much faster than prestige poaching people.

Although prestige and psychic power hardly played an important role at this time, no matter how small a mosquito's legs were, it was still meat.

The only advantage of prestige recruitment is that it can be targeted. For example, among Han people, especially among the upper class, the ratio of men to women is seriously imbalanced, often at a ratio of three to one. Many Han people have to marry local banner women.

Even some upper-class Han people can't find suitable partners. Feng Sen must at least maintain the blood of the top group of people, and the two-way rush of localization and Sinicization cannot be rushed.

Neither the barbarians can easily become the upper class, nor can the two sides be equaled easily. This is at least a century-old step-by-step project.

After weighing the pros and cons, Feng Sen chose to summon six noble daughters to balance the current marriage situation of the upper-class Han people.

"Confirm." The button was clicked consciously, but Feng Sen's eyes were fixed. He didn't read it wrong just now. After clicking the button, a strange golden ray suddenly appeared on the page, and then disappeared invisible.

When he drew Nie Yinniang, Li Baojing and the others back then, he could see it. At that time, he thought it was an illusion, but this time, Feng Sen was sure that there was definitely a flash of gold.

Feng Sen immediately reduced the number of ladies assigned to everyone from six to five.

Regardless of this, stretching his waist, Feng Sen walked out of the camp and came outside, a chill made the yawn he was about to yawn back into his mouth.

The sky was gray, and pieces of white objects slowly fell from the sky.

Feng Sen stretched out his hand and caught a piece of white. It was cold in his hand, but quickly disappeared into nothingness.

The first snow fell.

Chapter 398 It's Snow, Floating Into My Eyes

The first snow fell.

Stretching out his hand, Malajiji could feel a trace of coldness in the palm of his hand, it was a white crystal snowflake, it was as white as nothingness, like the opposite of the most extreme darkness, whiter than the whitest white paper.

Suddenly, a sudden touch of red fell on the snowflake, one drop or two, and then the entire palm of the hand turned red.

Malajiji covered his nose, wiped the blood from his hands on his clothes, and then quickly plugged his nostrils with a sackcloth.

"It's snowing..." Malarjiji looked up at the sky as if he had been belatedly aware of it.

At this moment, he seemed to be a businessman, and he was sitting in a carriage accompanied by guards, but whether it was the guys who carried the goods or the grooms who drove the horses, they all showed an unusual sternness.

The roads near Hamburg are the best in the whole of Saxony, and even the entire Frankish Kingdom, and they are also the most diligently maintained. Even Malajiji has to admit this.

Before Paul's death, Malajiji never thought that he would have such a day. He not only had one son, but besides his son, he had many brothers and sisters.

Malakiji was born into a great noble family from Austrasia.

For these great nobles, children are the best political currency. Whether it is birth, marriage or death, the political benefits they bring far exceed any valuable gold coins.

And Paul is just one of them, nothing special.

Before Paul's death, and even for a long time after his death, Malajiji thought so. Even if he found some signs of his son's death, he just thought that he could use it as a weapon at the right time.

After a midnight dream, when he opened his eyes, he clearly saw his son Paul sitting on the edge of the bed holding his head. Since then, he often saw Paul's ghost in his dreams.

Only then did he realize that Paul, who always smiles brightly, is his lifelong effort. His greatest achievement has never been helping Charlie with a lot of dirty work, but giving birth to and nurturing Paul.

Poor Paul's grievances did not want to dissipate, so Malakiji asked a pastor to help him chant scriptures, hoping that he would go to heaven as soon as possible, but there was still no improvement.

It wasn’t until he helped Diodorfu investigate Feng Sen’s preaching, the moment he saw the information, that he realized that this must be the will of the heavenly father. He didn’t let Paul’s soul ascend to heaven, but lingered in the world, just to remind himself.

That Serisian is a complete demon.

It seems that both Archbishop Kelvin and His Excellency Duke Anthony are loyal and have fought for His Royal Highness Charles, laid down a large area of ​​territory, and provided countless help.

But judging from the results of the investigation, in private, they all came here for everything.

In addition to propagating heresy and suppressing the Franks, these two also secretly set up a mysterious religious organization called "The Priory of Worshiping the Father".

Although I don't know what this monastery is cultivating, judging from the missionary content of its most outstanding member, Felix, it is simply outrageous.

They preached that Feng Sen was the second son of the Heavenly Father, that Feng Sen was the priest-king of Melchizedek, and claimed that some pagan gods were either the incarnation of the Heavenly Father or angels, and only the most extreme evil would be labeled as devils.

They preach that the Celestians are heavenly soldiers and generals invited by the Heavenly Father, and as long as they believe in the Heavenly Father, they are qualified to become heavenly beings, and the Eight Banners and other systems are the path for them to transform into heavenly beings, and these heavenly soldiers and generals are also obliged to let suitable people become part of them.

In other words, in this system, Feng Sen is both the secular monarch and the pope of the church, and his bloodline also represents the bloodline of the heavenly father, that is, the son of heaven.

To conquer the Franks and the pagans and transform these sinful people into heavenly beings is the manifest destiny bestowed by the Heavenly Father on the Son of Heaven and the Heavenly Soldiers!

If these theories were put forward by a small village with dozens of people, Malajiji would have laughed it off, but under Feng Sen's rule, it had a population of nearly 200 million and a military force of nearly [-], and its territory was vast. lose.

This is no ordinary heresy.

Looking at the continuous evolution of these heresies, Malajiji seemed to have seen the establishment of the Xingyue Sect a hundred years ago. At that moment, the Prophet Mu probably did the same.

However, Charlie still believed because of the broken sword, because of the proverb disguised by the devil, and because of the materials and vanity provided by Feng Sen.

He wraps himself in false emotions and words, and when necessary, sticks a long sword out of his honeyed tongue, just like he did with Paul!