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

"Elder Marovinus?" a voice asked cautiously.

"Huh?" Marovinus looked up, but saw that it was his most trusted attendant, Sangpo Lula. "How is it? What happened to what I told you to do?"

"Elder, can we talk later?" Polula lowered her voice and turned sideways to block the sight of others, "I discovered a big secret of Priest Kelvin."

"Oh?" Marovinus' eyes lit up instantly. He looked at the attendant monks who were still copying, nodded to Polula, and went to the living room behind the bookshelf.

Hiding behind the bookshelf, Marovinus glanced at the apprentice monk outside through the gap between the books, and asked in a low voice, "What secret? Is there any evidence?"

Bending down, Polula took out a piece of parchment from his arms, and said in a low voice: "A farmer outside the city got it from a corpse. The corpse was supposed to be eaten by wolves during the night, but everything on it was basically intact.

The farmer found this letter, no, no, it should be a secret agreement..."

Polula handed the roll of parchment to Marovinus, and Marovinus couldn't wait to unfold the scroll. The more he looked at it, the more startled he became, and the more happy he was, at last, he closed the scroll , the whole person seems to have sublimated.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Marovinus carefully put away the parchment:

"Kelvin, Kelvin, I want to see how you die!"

Chapter 50 Thinking of a title for a chapter is harder than writing the text

It has to be said that while the Franks brought war, they also brought civilization and technology.

Under the watchful eye of the Danish warriors, the Frankish blacksmiths plundered from Magdeburg honestly forged weapons and armors. The heavy hammers fell and scattered countless sparks.

Several masons commanded the slaves to manipulate the pulley block and hoist the cut stones above the mound. Several Frankish slaves gritted their teeth, and their shoulders were covered with bloodstains from the hemp rope.

The blood-soaked hemp rope fell to the ground drop by drop with sweat.

The warriors recruited from Denmark, North, and even Prussia in the north, swallowed large chunks of snow-white fish and fresh lamb like hungry ghosts, and the entire Lübeck has become a large military camp.

In the center of the barracks is a two-story castle and the home of Duke Widukind of Saxony.

As for why the Duke of Saxony wanted to build a castle on Danish land, that is a long and sad story.

Many people wonder, if the Duke of Saxony is not on his land, is he still the Duke of Saxony?

And Vidukind would often smile frankly and say, "I think I am, I didn't become a wandering nobleman, I just lost my land."

Then he would roast the person who asked the question over a bonfire.

Vidukind didn't think he was a bloodthirsty and crazy pervert, but the opponent was too strong and the future was too gloomy, so he had to concentrate all his strength to fight the enemy.

Vidukind needs power, and needs to concentrate all power. For this reason, he has to become a terrifying person, a person who abandons his wife and daughter, and a person who can never show even the slightest weakness and care.

Sometimes, Vidukind himself wondered, was it because he became a brutal person for the sake of resistance, or was it because he was such a person that he was able to gather the power of resistance?

The spring sea breeze carried the rushing water vapor around the castle of Lübeck, shaking the curtains, doors and windows, forcing them to make a creaking sound.

The creaking sound was getting closer and closer to the sound of footsteps. Amidst the sound of rotten wood twisting and cracking, Vidukind pushed the door of the room with a tired face.

The window panels on the window sill were removed, and the cool sea breeze refreshed Vidukind's expression.

On the long table, Albion, who finally woke up, was struggling to put his left hand on the table, pressing down on the plate, while holding a dagger in his right hand, trying to cut the beef on the plate or tie up a chickpea.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he stood up crookedly, trying to salute Vidukind.

With a casual wave of his hand, Widukind gestured for him to sit down.

Taking out a bottle of wine from a box next to him, Vidukind poured a glass for Albion himself and a glass for himself.

"How is your recovery going?" Vidukind asked strangely.

With a wry smile, Albion showed Vidukind his shrunken left hand, stretched out a middle finger with difficulty, and retracted it with difficulty.

"At present, only the middle finger can move." Albion coughed.

On the battlefield that day, although he dodged Feng Sen's bent knife, he failed to dodge Arvo's shield attack. The steel shield slammed heavily on Albion's helmet, knocking him off his horse. .

No one knew what happened to Albion's head, and Albion himself didn't know. He only knew that when the shield that continued to approach approached, he had nowhere to dodge and was knocked off his horse alive.

When he woke up, the servant told him that he had been in a coma for four months, but if that was all, it would be fine, but when he woke up, he found that he could hardly stand without crutches.

Even standing on the most solid ground, in his senses, he still felt as if he was standing on a stormy deck, uncontrollably falling from side to side. In the first few days after waking up, he vomited so much that he could only vomit out water.

At the same time, the left half of his face collapsed inexplicably, like a lump of flesh hanging from his face. If it wasn't for the face covering it, it might have fallen directly to the ground. The once handsome face became disgusting like a crooked face.

I don't know if it was the sequelae of that shield attack, or because he didn't take good care of it when he was in a coma. Albion's left hand also shrank.

Although after two weeks of rehabilitation, he has been able to control a middle finger, but I am afraid that his left hand will no longer be able to hold the rein firmly, but despite this, Albion still quickly threw himself into the preparations of the rebel army after his recovery. Work, helping with logistics and accounts.

That failure, except for a few who didn't wink, no one mentioned it again.

"Abi." Widukind was never a polite person. He pulled out his seat and sat down, staring at Albion and said, "I plan to raise troops again in June this year."

"Of course, otherwise it will affect the spring plowing, and those people will never go out." Albion said vaguely.

Vidukind looked at Albion's face, feeling inexplicably guilty: "This time, you stay in Lübeck and help me manage the logistics. If I fail, you can flee to Denmark and stop thinking about rebellion."

"The Franks will not wear down my heart as a Saxon." Albion struggled to show a smile, "You are my father-in-law, and at the same time, you did not blame me for my defeat, but continued to let me This trash is the second in command of the rebel army, I am very grateful to you.

Oh, by the way, if there is an uprising in June, we must keep it secret, even release fake news, and then raid Hamburg.The Hamburg side must be unplugged first, otherwise, whether it is attacking Magdeburg or Bremen, our food and grass will not be transported. "

The location of Hamburg is very strange. It is located in the middle reaches of the Elbe River on the waterway, and it can block the grain transport ship and advance to Magdeburg downstream, while his land road and Eupolit together block the army's marching route.

"There's no need to think about Hamburg." Vidukind took a sip of the wine, his right hand hung under the table, and he supported the ax at his waist, his eyes locked on Albion's face. "I signed a secret agreement with Feng, remarried Gisela to him, in exchange for him not to send troops during the war."

Albion seemed to be frozen by an invisible block of ice. He froze for a while, picked up the dagger, forked a piece of beef with difficulty and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I will sign the divorce deed."

Vidukind did not speak, but continued to stare at him for a while before showing a satisfied smile.

He walked around the table, walked to Albion's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Don't worry, the Earl of Hamburg won't get any inheritance rights, and you, Abby, I will adopt you as an adopted son, do you understand what I mean?"

Albion nodded, and said bitterly and helplessly: "Don't worry about me, Dad, I can accept it, Gisela doesn't like me in the first place."

Vidukind unexpectedly felt somewhat indebted, he nodded, then turned and left.

"Father, if, I mean, if, if we succeed in driving out the Franks, what do you want to do with the Earl of Hamburg?"

Vidukind's footsteps paused, but he didn't answer, but left the room as if he didn't hear it.

Seeing Vidukind leave, Albion chuckled lightly.

The sea breeze blew the curtains rattling, and with the harsh friction between the dagger and the plate, Albion continued to cut the beef.

He pressed the plate with his shrunken hands, but this time, he was so forceful, his wrinkled yellow-black left hand was rubbing and rubbing against the oil and blood on the plate.

His right hand was trembling, and his index finger pressed the back of the dagger, cutting off pieces of beef one after another, leaving grease and blood on his hands and sleeves.

"Bah." The dagger accidentally cut on Albion's index finger, making a big cut, and black and red blood flowed onto the plate. Albion ignored it and continued to cut the beef.

Cut all the beef on the plate into thumb-sized pieces, Albion forked a piece of beef into his mouth, he chewed, and the rusty red liquid left from the corner of his crooked mouth.

His teeth were so red with blood that it was impossible to tell whether it was the blood from his fingers, the blood from the beef, or the blood oozing from the roots of his teeth.

Chapter 51

The center of the whole Han area is Hamburg, and the center of Hamburg is Zhongyongfang, and the center of Zhongyongfang is undoubtedly the Feng Mansion facing south.

Last night's light rain washed away the dust in the air, and washed the black tiles that had turned khaki yellow due to construction dust into the original pure black.

Several swallows brought branches and fresh mud to build a small nest under the eaves. The faint morning light fell on the glossy feathers of the swallows, showing a bit of pale gold.

In the middle of the second entrance compound of Feng Mansion, Feng Sen is sitting on a chair made of white bear leather with solemn eyes. Behind him is a screen with a map of Hamburg and Bremen hanging on the screen. .

In front of him, there were a dozen teams, Zhang Wanghan and others, sitting on benches, waiting for Feng Sen to speak.

"I believe that you all have heard some news before." Clearing his throat, Feng Sen said loudly, "We are going to do something outrageous this time."

"We heard that we are going to join forces to rob a temple." The bearded team was still asking curiously, "But, I don't know why we want to make peace with the enemy chief Du Jinde?"

"Oh? Fang Xinru, tell me something?"

Clearing his throat, Fang Xinru touched the beard on his face, and said with a smile: "The rebels, can we not defeat them? If they have tens of thousands of people, we cannot defeat them.

But our [-] old brothers are basically everyone with two horses, and there are Saxon auxiliary soldiers and hundreds of households. If we really want to fight, we may not be afraid of him. At most, we will run around. People, it's just a pity for this field and house.

The fields are not fertile, the houses are not gorgeous, and they are not rare items. The rough porcelain and pottery bowls will be broken if they are broken. What's the matter, the king surnamed Cha, it may be another disaster. "

"Brothers, do you all think so?" Feng Sen asked those in the back row.

"Hey, what Shuai said in this section is what I know."

"Jieshuai, we're not afraid of being beaten. The broken houses are not as good as those in the Central Plains."

"Jie Shuai, I'm also curious, why do you want to join forces with this rebel?"

"It's too small!" Before Feng Sen could speak, Zhang Shicheng who was next to him spoke first. He looked like he hated iron and steel, "You guys, the situation is too small. We fought with the rebels to death. What happened in the end? Our old brothers are all dead, so it's time for King Zha to attack us.

When the Overlord of Western Chu was still there, did Han Gaozu dare to attack the Marquis of Huaiyin?In the final analysis, it was what Hou Jing said to Murong Shaozong during the Eastern Wei Dynasty: "If Jing is captured, what's the use of returning?" '.

Vidukind is dead, what use are we?Then King Zha put us here in Hamburg, isn't it for us to resist the rebels after all?The rebels are gone, what shall we do?Where did you get your military exploits from?Where did the gold and silver come from?Where did the mother-in-law and the big house come from?

I think when we were in Liaodong, if there were no Shiwei people and Mohe people, what would we do? "

This passage also expresses Feng Sen's inner voice, what is the most important thing in the 8th century AD?It's a human head!What is that rebel?It is a sustainable regeneration head!It is a sustainable regenerative military exploit!

Facing this kind of sustainable renewable resources, then we can’t dig out the roots, we must continue to exhaust the fish. You didn’t see that Wu Sangui killed Yongli, what happened to it.

If this was on Feng Sen, he would not strangle Yongli with a bowstring, but put them on the border for surveillance.

As long as Yongli is alive, as long as the Nanming court is still there, how dare Kang Mazi touch him?Isn't that afraid that Wu Sangui will transform into Guo Ziyi on the spot?

Of course, this is not about raising the bandits’ self-respect. The rebels are resources, the resources spawned from the land of Hamburg. I collect resources and prevent others from digging them up. Isn’t that reasonable?

After Zhang Shicheng finished speaking, the small schools below were silent for a while, and then they suddenly realized and commented: "So that's how it is."

Feng Sen also stood up. He pointed to the map behind him and said, "In the final analysis, just a word, let's not do business at a loss! Let those Franks and Saxons die first, then the group of Han people with foreign surnames, and finally It's us.

In the Bremen Cathedral, the people's fat and people's ointment that has been saved for ten years is all hard-earned money. We are doing justice for the sky!As the saying goes, what is taken from the people and used for the people, is the people of Hamburg not the people?He just thinks about saving but doesn't know how to spend, so let's help him spend! "

"it is good!"

"Excellent advice!" Fang Xinru grinned, "I'm old Fang, do you have any wine? I'll punish myself with a drink."

"You bastard! I think you're here for the wine, and the military council, look at how greedy you are!" Feng Sen cursed angrily.

Sitting on the chair again, Feng Sen cleared his throat and continued laughing: "This time, it's easy to say, let the Viking robbers attack Bremen, and the great monk Zhenhui will open the door for them.

When they get the money, the Saxons will mark the way and cut through the bottom of the Vikings' ship, and then attack the Vikings with us. In the end, we will take [-]% and they will take [-]%, but Bremen has to pay give them. "

Han Shizhong looked at the map and asked, "How do we fight this battle?"

"Let's recruit two hundred soldiers from the Franks, each of the hundred households will bring five men, so that the Saxons will have 600 men, and we will give them spears and shields, so there will be a total of 600 infantry." Feng Sen thought for a while and said, "I will lead Five hundred cavalry lined up, and the remaining [-] remained in Hamburg, just in case."

Feng Sen is also afraid of going wrong. This conspiracy is most afraid of being long, and it is prone to problems if it is long, so the best conspiracy is often very long in the preparation stage, but the actual implementation is very short and smooth, such as the Xuanwumen change, such as the Gaopingling change.

Anyway, Feng Sen has already made preparations to repent immediately and tear up the contract if something goes wrong. Anyway, it is only a verbal agreement, and the letter between the two parties is also written by someone else. If there is no established fact, it will be fine to just refuse to admit it at that time.

In the compound, Feng Sen discussed with these small schools the issue of dispatching troops and marching. Finally, when the military discussion ended, it was already noon.

All the small schools also dispersed and fiddled with their own work.

The sky is high and the birds are chasing. It should have been a good time for an outing, but helplessly, there will never be a stable day.

Walking out of the yard, Feng Sen raised his head and looked into the distance. A tall bluish-black wall encloses the entire Zhongyongfang, with a circumference of about three miles and a height of about four meters. Oak stakes are nailed inside, and they are still baked. The mud bricks are combined with gravel sand and rammed clay.

Every 100 meters of square walls use [-] square meters of mud brick clay and [-] Yongding pillars. There are tens of thousands of reeds and green grasses, and countless gravel and sand. There is a ten-meter-high wooden archery tower at the city gate and four corners.

Zhongyongfang is divided into four blocks by a cross street, three of which are the houses of Qiu Ba, and one is the school ground, school and Feng's mansion, which is also the location of the monthly market.

The wall of this square was originally on the outer layer, and there should be another layer of bricks, but unfortunately, firstly, the construction period could not keep up, secondly, the output of green bricks was not enough, and thirdly, Feng Sen really ran out of money.

It's also his fault that he spends a lot of money, builds and invents every day. If the fans and kites are not selling well, Feng Sen's capital chain is almost broken. Now he is counting on the gold and silver treasures of Bremen to return blood.

"Lord Lord."

"Jie Shuai."

A Dan worker craftsman and two Han Chinese supply camp craftsmen stopped Feng Sen together, and the leader of the craftsman was escorted by the soldiers, and said respectfully: "Marshal Jie, what you asked us to make has finally been made."

"Oh?" Feng Sen's eyes lit up, and he immediately called out, "Lead the way."

Chapter 52 Zhenhui, do you know what happened?!

The rotten smell of rotten wood lingers on the tip of the nose, and the faint sunlight shines down from the gaps in the grass and wood roof, only a few points of light are swept out in the dark room, small and indistinct.

Lying flat on a simple bed made of two benches, a man was panting slightly, his eyes were closed, all the wrinkles on his face were wrinkled together, and he was gritting his teeth.

A silver needle pierced deeply into the man's Baihui acupoint, and Zhenhui gently twisted the silver needle, and after a long while, he took off the densely packed silver needles on the man's head and face one by one.