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

"It's not impossible." Feng Sen rubbed his chin, his words were still ambiguous, "It's just that the baronial collar is a bit small... Er, who is that, can you ride a horse?"

"Adoltrude, you can call me Ador." The silver-haired little loli puffed out her mouth in dissatisfaction, "I can ride a horse, but these horses are too tall for me to ride."

"Okay." Feng Sen got on his horse, reached out his hand to catch Ador amidst Ador's screams, and hugged her onto his horse, "Don't move around, and be careful not to fall."

Ador leaned in Feng Sen's arms, clutching the edge of the saddle tightly, looked up at Feng Sen's tanned face, her cheeks slowly turned red.

For a while, the soldiers whistled everywhere.

"Jie Shuai still likes Hu Ji so much." Zheng Sun Jingxiao, the guard at the side, couldn't help joking.

"Fart your mother's kidnapper, how old is she?" Feng Sen straightened Ador's body, and cursed back with a smile, "This little girl is very precious, and she can exchange three thousand hectares of land."

"Does Shuai know the identity of this Orchid?"

"Of course, this is a real Princess Orchid."

Feng Sen's mood couldn't help being a little agitated. The person he saved was actually the daughter of Emperor Charlemagne.

The princess was a real one at first glance—as evidenced by her rising popularity on a Clausewitz engine that no one else could see.

When Feng Sen learned that he had come to Western Europe through the map on the Clausewitz engine, his heart was heavy.

It's not because of this second crossing, but because of the whereabouts of his thirteen hundred tooth soldiers.

Feng Sen was still having a headache about this matter before, but he didn't expect to have a shit when he came with aloe vera juice. Thanks to the gift of nature, a Frankish princess unexpectedly fell from the sky, and he successfully caught the line of Emperor Charlemagne, so hold on to this line Thighs are also a good choice.

It's not that Feng Sen insists on finding a master, but that Tang Jun is unfamiliar with the place, and without the support of a huge population and cultural tradition, it is difficult to develop alone.

Feng Sen thought that he didn't have the ability to develop alone.

A year ago, after his father Feng Di passed away, he took over as Jiedu Envoy of the Jingnan Army.

As a result, when suppressing the chaos in the four towns this year, he was suppressed and beaten by Lulong Jiedu envoy Zhu Tao throughout the whole process, losing troops and losing generals.

In the end, he was surrounded by Zhu Tao's large army, killing only more than 1000 Yajun Zhanfeng still struggling to support.

I thought I was going to be surrounded by Zhu Tao's rebels, but I didn't expect that in the middle of the battle, there would be a thick fog. When the fog dissipated, there was an endless black forest in front of me. Looking at the map on the Clausewitz engine——

Western Europe!Duchy of Saxony!

Traveling once is not enough, do I need to travel a second time?It's not that I'm being modest, I beg you to hire another wise man.

Yes, before that, Feng Sen was just a mediocre college student. One night, when the director was tired, he closed and opened his eyes and time traveled.

In this life, his reincarnation skills were quite good, and he was sent to the home of the Jiedushi of the Pinglu Zhenjing Difficult Army. He became the only son of the Feng family, and his name was still Feng Sen.

This kind of reincarnation technique is already quite good.

But unfortunately, this year, that is, the third year of Jianzhong (782), the Four Towns Rebellion broke out.

Coincidentally, the main force of Zhu Tao's army, one of the four towns, is next to the Jingnan army.

Feng Sen was a little melancholy. If his first battle hadn't been with Zhu Tao, would it have been different?

You know, Zhu Tao was the fierce man who defeated Tian Chengsi, and Tian Chengsi was the famous general who captured Luoyang during the Anshi Rebellion, so he fought with these people as soon as he came up?

I can't fight, I don't have the ability to know, Feng Sen still doesn't understand the concept of fighting.

Alas, it would be great if Zhu Tao could fight one-on-one like knight duels in the Middle Ages. In this regard, Feng Sen is fully confident that he can win this old man with the lights off.

When Feng Sen was around 12 years old, he successfully obtained the trait of [Sword Master] by completing the achievements on the Clausewitz Engine.

Feng Sen is only 16 years old this year, and his height has grown to 1.8 meters. He is invincible in the entire army. Those Sushen people who are known as capturing bears and fighting tigers can hardly do five moves in his hands.

Thinking of this, Feng Sen summoned his concrete spiritual ability [Clausewitz Engine] again, and a translucent rice paper scroll appeared in front of his eyes.

This is a famous historical strategy game engine in the previous life, which is also the engine of the "notorious" Paradox game.

However, compared with the original version, Feng Sen's version is castrated.

The main body of this interface is a map, but unfortunately, only the roughest divisions can be shown, and its boundaries are still updated once a year.

On the upper right side of the interface is a border. Unlike the original version, Feng Sen only has two resources, prestige and psychic power.

[Prestige: 514]

【Psychic power: 114】

On the character panel on the left, all attributes such as strategy and diplomacy are gone. Below the name, there is only a single line of traits left: [Sword Master], [Forest Fighter].

On the right side, there are only resolution and achievement trees. Before Feng Sen completed the achievement of "Riding Dangerously" and obtained the trait of "Master of Swords".

[Forest Fighter] was fought against Khitan people and Bohai people in the white mountains and black waters all the year round.

Feng Sen let out a long sigh.

If it's useless to think about anything now, the matter has come to an end, let's use Charlemagne's east wind to find a place for this group of loyal tooth soldiers who have followed him since childhood.

Thinking wildly in his mind, before he knew it, Feng Sen and his group had passed through the jungle.

Stepping through the green grassland, the terrain gradually went up and came to a mound in the forest. The top of the mound had been filled and a wooden camp of a thousand people was built.

It is said to be a wooden village, but it is nothing more than a trench, a fence, and a few horses.

Beside the gurgling stream in the forest, more than a dozen tooth soldiers wearing half-armed girdles are carrying water, and seven or eight tooth soldier knights in the forest are driving hundreds of war horses to look for food.

The nearby trees were cut down to make a lot of tents and huts. In Nuo Da's camp, the number of horses was almost equal to the number of people. For the feed of these horses, Feng Sen had a headache.

Forget about the six or seven hundred pack horses just for riding, the more than 300 war horses are not easy to serve.

They usually ate a concentrated feed mixed with egg whites and soybeans, but they were suddenly replaced with pasture and hay here. Two horses died of diarrhea that day.

"Here we are." Feng Sen got off the horse, held Ador under the armpit and put her off the horse. For some reason, her little face was flushed.

The blush on her face dissipated quickly after landing, and Ador looked around the camp curiously.

The camp is divided into six areas, and fire ditches have been dug between each area. Felt tents are scattered one by one, and the entire camp is circular, guarding the camp in the middle.

Soldiers of the Tang army in short and long shirts were moving around the camps, most of them wore their headbands and straw sandals.

Some patrolling soldiers were fully armed, carrying long guns and horizontal knives, and patrolled the camp in groups of three.

Ador finally couldn't help asking: "Who are you guys? Are they all your soldiers?"

Patting the silver-haired loli on the head, Feng Sen said with a smile: "I am the son of a duke, but I was defeated by the lord next door in the war, so I can only lead these most loyal men to escape and wander around as a mercenary.

As for the thousand soldiers, they are less than one-fifth of my former subordinates. "

Ador counted with his fingers: "Then you, then you must have five teams of thousands, and your father must be a powerful duke."

Feng Sen smiled and said nothing.

"Jieshuai—" A soldier came trotting over suddenly, "Wang Sima and Master Zhenhui have something to discuss with you."

"Exactly." Feng Sen patted Ador on the back, "Let's go, I'll take you to meet a 'pious' missionary, who taught me Latin."

Chapter 3 has to pay more

Leading Ador, Feng Sen walked through the layers of tents and came to the central camp of the general.

"Thieves! Look at your old fist!"

"Straight mother thief, I'm going to beat you to death today!"

"The little maidservant—"

"The two generals stop fighting."

"Crack-"

"General Han calm down."

Before the door curtain was lifted, waves of sound from inside came to his ears. Feng Sen sighed helplessly and opened the door curtain.

On the long wooden table in the camp, a young general with a face as black as coal was being pressed firmly on the table by a tall, long-bearded veteran.

The black-faced young general was not to be trifled with, he glared angrily, wrapped his arms around the old army's shoulders, and kicked the old army's calf desperately.

Although the old army pressed on the black-faced young general, it didn't do much good. The corner of his mouth was bruised, and his hands were tightly locked on the young general's neck.

Four or five sergeants pulled one at a time, trying desperately to pull the two apart.

"Lieutenant Zhang, Captain Han, don't fight, don't fight." In the corner of the tent, a tall and thin Confucian scholar in a shirt and round collar held the pen and ink he had snatched from the table, wanting to fight but afraid of being accidentally injured , had to shout, "It's a matter of discussion in the army, this, this is so decent! Master Zhenhui, why are you just watching?"

"Wang Sima, don't persuade me, everything has its own fate." Not far from the fight scene, a fat bald man wearing a cross pendant and a Taoist robe knocked on the wooden fish in his hand with a smile, and sang: "Amento Buddha."

The headscarves and turbans were scattered on the ground, the paper, pens and candles on the table were in a mess, and there was an unknown straw sandal on the table.

Looking at the mess in the military tent, Feng Sen took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and turned Ador, who was watching the fight scene with wide eyes, to another direction: "Kids, don't look."

After a stick of incense, Xiaowei Zhang and Xiaowei Han, who had bruised noses and swollen faces, sat back at the table obediently, while the others also sat down quietly one by one.

Feng Sen daimao sat at the main seat. On the left hand side were marching Sima Wang Jiao and deputy envoy Master Zhenhui, while on the right hand side were the two school lieutenants Zhang Shicheng and Han Shizhong who had just fought, and the push officer who rushed over. Cui Xutuo.

"I know the road ahead is confusing, and you have nowhere to go. I'm not an unreasonable person." Feng Sen moved his cracking wrists, "But if you want to fight in the school grounds, the camp in the army is not the place for you to fight. Moreover, the matter of food and grass has been settled. No matter how much you fight, you won't get an extra share. After the discussion is over, each of you will go to get the five army sticks."

"But, you did too." The black-faced Zhang Shicheng muttered in a low voice.

"I'm pulling a fight, do you still want to receive the Fifth Army Stick?"

"I don't want to." Zhang Shicheng shook his head and waved his hands again and again.

"Okay, let's start the discussion." Feng Sen coughed and looked at Wang Jiao, "Wang Sima, what's the matter?"

Sitting upright, Wang Sima took out a roll of paper from his pocket and spread it flat on the table: "The Qingqi scouts were sent back the day before yesterday. This is the map of the surrounding area. I was going to ask Marshal Jie what to do next?"

Feng Sen and the generals each looked at the map in front of them.

"There is a small village in the southeast. I don't know how much supplies I can buy."

"Whatever you buy, just grab it and it's over. Are these barbarians still talking about benevolence and morality to them?"

"No, we can't make up much food for a village. If you rob one, the rest will run away when they see us. In the future, we will get even less food and grass."

"The valley here is dangerous. If you go up the river, don't go here."

"Hey, why is there a large area missing in the northwest?" Han Shizhong pointed to a blank space on the map with his thick fingers.

"The scouts said that there is a rather large military stronghold here, which is being besieged by people. The mountain roads and checkpoints are guarded and impassable. Our scouts even had a fight with the opponent, killing two sentries. It's a pity that they didn't bring back any prisoners, but..."

Sima Wang took out a military flag: "They found this at the scene."

"Ah!" There was a sharp exclamation, and everyone followed the sound. It was a silver-haired loli lying on the edge of the table on her tiptoes. She was jumping up and down trying to see what was on the table.

"Huh?" Han Shizhong grabbed Ador by the back collar like a kitten and lifted her up to the table, "Where did this little orchid come from? Jieshuai, where did you catch another orchid?"

"Be careful, this is Princess Orchid." Feng Sen took Ador from Han Shizhong, "It's worth three thousand hectares of land."

Ignoring the whispers of the few people who heard the news, Feng Sen put Ador on the table. Although she was not timid, she still turned pale when surrounded by several fierce men with an average height of 1.8 meters.

Feng Sen picked up the military flag. The flag was blue with a yellow tower painted on it: "Adol, do you know this flag?"

Ador nodded: "This is Uncle Theoderic's flag, where did you get it?"

"Across the river to the east, there is a fortress that is being besieged. Is it your uncle's?"

"I don't know." After thinking for a long time, Ador shook his head pitifully, "But Uncle Vollard knows, you can ask him."

Feng Sen called a small officer outside the tent, asked a few words, and replied: "He has a broken sternum and calf, and he is currently being treated by the doctor. Let's talk about it when he wakes up tomorrow, and then he will guide us. Go find your father."

"What about Uncle Theodoric?" Ador asked in a low voice.

"Do I know him?" Feng Sen replied indifferently.

"But, but, my mother is still at Uncle Theodoric's. She fell ill last month and recuperated in Uncle Theodoric's manor. Uncle Volard led the troops to drive out the Sorbs. It's my fault. I have to..." As he spoke, Ador's eyes were red, and he couldn't cry.

"May Heavenly Father bless you, my little lamb, don't cry, don't cry." I don't know when he took off his priestly robe, revealing the true wisdom of Priest Damaiti's robe inside, and walked over with kind eyes. His gentle and magnetic voice quickly soothed Ador's emotions.

Through Ador's intermittent statements, Feng Sen finally figured out the ins and outs.

In the 782nd year when the saint came into the world, the Frankish king Charles, who was full and had nothing to do, wandered to the Principality of Saxony, and all came. He held a meeting at the source of the Rip River by the way, and warned the Saxons not to mess up. Do it, or give them a real meal.

Having taught the disobedient Saxons a lesson, Charlie left contentedly, while his concubine Gersuinda stayed in Theodoric's manor to recuperate due to illness, and Ador stayed with her mother .

Because she was idle and bored, Ador pestered her uncle Volad, who came to drive away the Sorb barbarians, to take her out to hunt, so as not to die, she happened to run into the Saxon rebels of Vidukind.

So there was the scene before.

Was it the time of the Weldon massacre? Feng Sen stroked his chin.

The Weldon Massacre, the biggest stain in the life of Charlemagne, was regarded as a benevolent and just king by later generations. I don’t know why 4500 unarmed Saxon prisoners of war were massacred in Weldon.

You must know that Charlemagne is not a brutal and indiscriminate murderer. Although the degree of killing compared with Bai Chang and others can only be said to be insignificant, it is not a small number in sparsely populated Western Europe. What happened to make him so angry that he lost his mind?

Wait, Feng Sen slapped his head. If Feng Sen and the others hadn't come to the world, then Ador would have fallen into the hands of the Saxons. According to later records, she didn't die, but in the hands of her mortal enemy, she must have been tortured worse than death.