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

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it." Xiao Agui took the wine in Zhenhui's hand and smiled wryly, "So what else?

Thousands of miles away from home, it is always uncomfortable at first. This big dark forest, this damp wardrobe, and the half-yin and half-yang sky, look at the barbarians around here, blond, blue-eyed, male or female, with body odor, if you say you are not used to it, of course you are not.

But what if you don't adapt?As Jie Shuai said, people always look forward.

The only ones we know and trust most are Jie Shuai and Deputy Envoy Zheng.

I'm a rough man, I don't know what's going on here, but I believe in Jie Shuai and Deputy Envoy Zheng, you must really be thinking about the old brothers, after all, this is thousands of miles away from home, no matter what, my family is only left you guys. "

Zhenhui opened her mouth, but she could only say: "They are all monks, so don't mention common names."

Zhenhui was still feeling emotional, but she heard a rustling sound in her ears, and it was Xiao Agui who stood up from the ground holding a spear.

"Deputy envoy, they are here."

On the Weser River in the evening, accompanied by the battle roar of the Vikings, dozens of Viking warships advanced slowly with the waves. On the grass by the river, the cavalry urged their horses and ran towards the cathedral at high speed.

The Vikings, at last, are here.

Chapter 58

May 783, 5 in the Gregorian calendar is the day after Easter, which is Pentecost.

Legend has it that Isaiah ascended to heaven on the 40th day after his resurrection, and the heaven "sent" the Holy Spirit to descend. At that time, Athena and his disciples were praying at dinner, and the heavenly father descended to the world with "the sound of strong wind and the shape of tongues of fire".

On this day, bishops will wear red mass sacrificial clothing, which represents the magical tongue of fire.

But today, maybe the priests no longer need to put on the expensive red mass sacrificial gown, they will use blood to re-weave one, just on their bodies.

Zhenhui buckled her pocket and stared at the Vikings not far below.

Standing on the city wall more than four meters high, most of them are Viking-style T-shaped nose helmets, and their beards are glued into strands by last night's oil juice on their chins.

Unlike the hairstyles of the Saxons or Franks at this time, most of the Vikings shaved off the hair on the temples and the back of their heads, leaving only the hair on the Tianling Gai.

In the world of Vikings, Vikings are divided into three types, namely nobles, warriors and slaves. The biggest difference between slaves and the former two is that their hair will be shaved very short.

Therefore, most of the Vikings had long hair. The Vikings below the city tied the long hair on the Tianling Gai into small braids and draped it on their shoulders or backs. This shows that many of them are free citizens or warriors, at least not slaves.

"Deputy envoy, they're starting to attack."

Amidst the rhythmic barking of the horses, three or five Viking cavalrymen appeared in everyone's field of vision. The horses under their crotch had only saddles, but no stirrups.

"Ahhhh-"

The cries of despair were trampled under the feet of the horse's hooves, getting closer and closer, Zhenhui supported the parapets on both sides, and stared at the scene below.

The horseshoes stepped on the soft grass, and stepped over the delicate flowers, while the Frankish peasants who were dragged behind the horsetails stained the riders' road red with blood.

The cries and blood were entwined, and even the wind smelled like a tearing pain. The Viking riders laughed wildly, waved their whips, and shouted loudly.

The Viking riders did not try to cross the moat, but kept going around the other side of the moat, not only on the front gate, but on the other three sides.

The generals of the Tang Army leaned against the city wall indifferently, and the local recruited veterans were angry, but did not say anything. Only the temporarily recruited peasants and soldiers were either panicked or angry, and some even tried to jump off to fight them.

"Damn it!" Beside Zhenhui, Fields gritted his teeth and slapped the female wall again, "Master Kelvin, is there any way we can save them?"

"There is no way." Zhenhui shook his head slowly, "There will be five dangers, saying: if you must die, you can be killed;

Soon, the Viking riders found that the people in the castle were unmoved, and drove away on their horses to make fun of themselves.

Marovinus looked at the tragically dead subjects below with an ugly expression, and asked the mercenary captain beside him, "Orson, is this the end?"

"Not yet." Orson's bloodshot eyes were still looking into the distance, "Elder Marovinus, they may officially start attacking soon, I hope you can stand back a little bit, otherwise if someone gets hurt, I won't be blamed for death."

Marovinus nodded in satisfaction. Ever since his attendant Sangpo Lula made him lose his face, he thought many times why true wisdom often prevailed, and finally came to the conclusion: because he possesses force!

This is why the elders are willing to speak for him, and why the monks love him, because Zhenhui provides a resource that Marovinus cannot provide at all, the most important resource in this troubled world-safety.

Marovinus, who had learned from the painful experience, decided that he also wanted to build his own armed force team, so he had the current 50-member mercenary team, and the leader, Orson, was carefully selected by Marovinus.

He heard that Zhenhui once treated Orson's illness, but it was unsuccessful. As a result, the relationship between the two has not been good. Coupled with the grievances on the way of cooperating to suppress the bandits, the so-called enemy's enemy is a friend, and Marovinus naturally chose him.

And Orson also made him very satisfied. Whether it was his attitude towards him or his dedication in forming the mercenary team, Marovinus felt that he had found a good ally.

Although this power is not comparable to true wisdom at present, Marovinus firmly believes that he will be able to slowly surpass true wisdom.

"Be careful!" Orson slammed Marovinus's head down, pulling him out of his fantasy.

"Whoosh!"

A javelin was sweeping over his head, and the wind stirred Marovinus' hair.

Marovinus sat down on the ground.

"It's started." Zhenhui said in a deep voice.

Soon, groups of Viking warriors came out of the camp, carrying javelins and long axes, walking noisy but faintly and regularly.

But it was not these Viking warriors who rushed to the forefront as the vanguard, but a group of Frankish peasants. With red and swollen eyes, they carried wood and tools, and walked towards the moat under the Vikings' long swords and spears.

"This is?" Fields was taken aback for a moment, but then he said angrily and annoyed, "It's like this again."

Yes, a year ago, when the Vikings and the Saxon coalition attacked the city together, they drove the Frankish peasants to build bridges on the moat with planks and mud.

"Zhang Gong!"

After a piercing sound of bow strings being pulled, a hundred soldiers of the Tang army on the city wall drew back their mulberry bows, while Elder Fields turned his back on his body with a long sigh.

Groups of blood were rolling in the river, and the corpses were floating on the surface of the river. Some of them were already swollen and swollen after being soaked for a day, and some parts of them would burst open when they were occasionally hit by a wrongly shot feather arrow.

When the sun was gradually heading west, the Vikings finally retreated slowly. Seeing the Vikings leaving slowly, many peasants, soldiers and soldiers jumped up and cheered, but more of them sat down on the ground, Gasping numbly.

There is even a half-built earthen bridge beside the moat. If Zhenhui hadn't arrived in time with fifty Tang soldiers and defeated them with a wave of arrows, the Vikings might have already landed.

After the Vikings gradually retreated, the peasants and soldiers on the city wall couldn't wait to climb down the city wall sitting on the baskets on the slings, looking for their relatives among the corpses, and there was a sound of mournful crying.

Zhenhui also instructed several priests: "When the peasants and soldiers collect the corpses, they must destroy all the half-built bridges.

Oh, by the way, you have to be careful when you check, don't cross the moat, in case the Vikings attack suddenly, you know? "

Zhenhui turned his head, but saw Willhard who had been praying in the church all day. The archbishop smiled rarely, and he put his hands on Zhenhui's shoulders affectionately.

"Master Kelvin, thank you for your hard work."

"It is your prayer before the Father that gives me strength, not my merit." Zhenhui smiled and shook her head.

"Hahahaha." The archbishop laughed happily.

Standing behind the crowd, Marovinus stared at Zhenhui with envy.

Chapter 59 My mission is complete!

Dusk weaves the distant mountains into a luminous brocade, and the setting sun sadly lingers on the little red stains on the green land.

The crooked feathered arrows and broken broken blades were stuck in the bloody and muddy ground, and above the ground was a crooked corpse with round eyes.

Behind the wide fortress walls, nearly a thousand refugees sat in the open space next to the church, cooking their own meals or waiting for alms from the priests.

The once quiet and elegant church was filthy and messy by the refugees, and Marovinus didn't even know how to get off on the road made of human excrement and cow dung.

Sitting under an oak tree, Marovinus looked at the refugees helplessly. Judging from the current situation, it should be the same as usual, and they survived without any danger, right?

After all, there are currently only 600 of these Vikings, but Archbishop Willerhard is right. In more than [-] previous battles, the Church of Bremen has never fallen.

The most dangerous time was the battle with Widukind a year ago. Widukind sent 3000 people to attack the castle of the Bremen church. Although the bloody battle was dangerous and more than half of the soldiers died, it passed through safely.

The enemy's strength this time is only one-fifth of that at that time, and it is even more impossible to lose. I am afraid that after resisting the Vikings' attack this time, Kelvin's reputation will increase again.

But why, my heart is so uneasy?Marovinus took out a piece of papyrus from his pocket, which was evidence of Kelvin's collaboration with the enemy that Orson had picked up in the city, and it was said to be tied to the Tang Jun's feather arrow.

Marovinus shook his head, trying to tear it up, but finally put it in his pocket, and continued to sigh.

"Archbishop Marovinus?" Orson came out from nowhere, and asked curiously, "Have you not shown the letter to Archbishop Willhard?"

"The archbishop doesn't trust me anymore, what's more, what's the use of this letter?" Marovinus laughed at himself, "The archbishop still needs him to help guard the castle. If I submit this letter, do you believe me?" If you don’t believe me, it’s time for me to be locked in a dungeon, and then Kelvin will take full charge of defense, and I won’t give him this chance.”

You are not smart when you should be smart, and why are you smart when you shouldn't be smart?The smile on Orson's face froze a bit.

"However, I still can't let go." Marovinus stood up, "Osen, go and call some people. I will personally guard the guard room of the city gate tonight."

The flesh on Orson's cheek twitched, and he lowered his head slightly to prevent Marovinus from seeing the blood-red eyes: "Of course."

Tonight's dinner was not rich, and Marovinus had no appetite. After telling Fields, Marovinus personally brought a few soldiers to the guard room at the city gate.

The moonlight shone through the pane, and Marovinus had been staring at the garrison room for five hours. At this moment, all the soldiers except Orson had already fallen asleep, and even Orson himself lost his head. Little by little he dozed off.

"Pa-ta-pa-ta." Just as Marovinus was about to fall asleep, there was a faint sound of footsteps, and his spirit was lifted suddenly. He pushed Orson beside him, but he didn't dare to wake up the other soldiers loudly, fearing that they would startle them.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and when the footsteps reached their maximum, the sound stopped suddenly, and Marovinus knew that the visitor had already stopped outside the door.

Who is it?Is it the spy?Or soldiers passing by on shift?Or is...Kelvin coming?Marovinus hid behind the desk, watching the door nervously.

The candlelight flickered suddenly, the wind that squeezed in from the door shook the weak candlelight, and the person who came in—is Archbishop Willerhard?

Marovinus let out a long sigh of relief. It must be that the archbishop couldn't sleep at night and came out to patrol. He immediately put on a smiling face and greeted him.

Archbishop Willerhard's face was half-dark in the moonlight and candlelight. He seemed to be surprised, but he was also angry. What was he angry about?So much so that his snow-white beard trembled.

Marovinus could no longer know.

"Buzz!"

The sound of the ax blade cutting through the air echoed in the small garrison room, and the ax shot out from Marovinus' back, creating a series of afterimages in the air.

Seeing in a daze that the ax overtook him after catching up and landed on the archbishop first, Marovinus was stunned. He didn't know if he had heard it wrong, or if the "creak" was really the sound of the archbishop's skull sinking.

"Boom!"

The archbishop fell heavily to the ground, an ax was deeply embedded in his skull from his left forehead to the corner of his right mouth, and the smile on Marovinus's face has not dissipated.

It took almost two or three seconds before he turned his head as if he had just woken up from a dream. During this time, Orson had already killed the two soldiers first, raised the torch in his hand, and began to twist the winch beside him.

Amidst the rubbing and turning of the bridge cables, Marovinus finally came to his senses. He looked at the archbishop's blood-stained white robe, and at Orson who pushed the door cable with all his strength.

He rushed forward frantically, but was easily pushed away by Orson.

A barrel of pine tar was poured on the door rope and winch as thick as the baby's arm, and the flame spread along the torch to the bridge rope and winch.

"Orson, Orson, what are you doing, Orson!" Standing up, Marovinus howled in despair.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Fields raised a torch and hurried over with a few soldiers, and then they saw a horrifying scene——

The small ax carried by the priest of Marovinus for self-defense is being stuck in the face of Archbishop Willerhardt. Orson, the most trusted mercenary captain of the priest, is killing the sleeping soldiers. The long cables of the suspension bridge were already burning in flames.

"Hahahahaha, God bless, my mission has been completed!" Orson looked at Zhenhui, who was disheveled as if he had just woken up, and laughed. He looked around: "This is all done by myself, and has nothing to do with Elder Marovinus!"

After speaking, he drew out the short blade and cut his own neck.

"I'm not, I'm not." Even Marovinus knew at this moment how deadly those words were.

"You still say you didn't!" Fields roared angrily, "Catch him!"

Ignoring Marovinus who was struggling to be dragged out, Zhenhui squatted down and made a gesture of checking the archbishop's injuries. In a corner where others could not see, he quickly took a note from the archbishop's hand, and then stood up quickly, with a face full of grief: "The archbishop, you have been called by the heavenly father and entered heaven."

As if in response to Zhenhui’s words, the cable bridge that was the first gate of the city collapsed in flames amid a burst of squeaks, and was erected on the moat, while the sound of Viking horseshoes came from afar.

Chapter 60 The Church Falls V I 60

The fire spread too fast. Since the castle had just entered a civilized society, the construction of the castle at this time was not as complete as that of later generations, and the suspension bridge ropes used were not iron chains, but bundles of thick hemp ropes tied together.

So when Orson lowered the drawbridge and burned the winch, the significance of the drawbridge as the first fort gate was lost.

Fields looked at the garrison room that was extinguished by the soldiers with water and the messy scene, his veins burst out of anxiety, and blisters formed around his mouth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What should we do now? What should we do now?" Fields kept chanting, and beside him was a group of monks who were also headless and gnawing their claws together.

Patting Fields on the shoulder, Zhenhui comforted, "Don't worry."

Looking at the Viking soldiers who were rushing at full speed, Zhenhui murmured: "It seems that Marovinus should be the traitor, or the person who was used by the traitor.

But that doesn't matter anymore, it's just that I can't figure out one thing..."

"What's the matter?" Fields asked hastily.

"A person who hid so deeply, why did he just put down the drawbridge, the gate has not been lost, what's the point of putting down the drawbridge...it's not good!" Zhenhui jumped up in shock, startling the monks next to her.

I saw him jumping up nimbly, pulling up a few soldiers of the Tang army, and quickly ran towards the gate of the castle.

But Fields and a few monks couldn't keep up with their speed, so they could only chase after them panting, lagging behind Zhenhui a lot, before they arrived at the gate.

"Elder Fields, look."