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

Fields had never seen Zhenhui put on such an ugly face. Following the direction he pointed, Fields took two steps back as if hit by a heavy hammer, and then his legs and feet went limp, and he slumped on the ground.

Most of the bolts of the castle gate had been destroyed by the spy, and even the upper half of half the gate was crumbling.

what to do?what to do?From Fields's throat came a panting sound like a master pulling a bellows, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of the Vikings hacking the gate with a long axe.

"It's over, it's over, Bremen is about to be captured, it's over, Heavenly Father, please grant me a miracle..."

"Fields! Fields!" Zhenhui shook Fields' shoulders, "This is the end of the matter. Although the breach of Bremen is inevitable, at least we still have a chance of survival. Those villagers in the castle, are we going to waste their chance of survival?"

Fields' eyes lit up instantly. When he was young, he preached everywhere, and he was not a timid person, but he was a little panicked by repeated accidents and despair.

"What else can I do?" Fields gritted his teeth.

"Currently, the gate of the castle is absolutely impossible to defend." Zhenhui pointed to the long opening, "We piled firewood here, and when the Vikings attacked, we set it on fire. Although we couldn't get out, they couldn't get in, so at least it bought us a little time.

You throw all the gold, silver, and messy and valuable things out of the church, and only keep the food, and sprinkle it on both sides. They will definitely fight for these treasures.

These Vikings are also human beings, and they also have to face the possible appearance of the Earl of Hamburg. If they get the money, they will worry that they will not be able to take it away, and if they don’t get it, they will have conflicts if they want to get more. This will at least weaken their strength a little bit. "

"Okay." Fields slapped his forehead instantly, feeling the complicated situation in front of him suddenly clear, "You are really a wise man."

"Then you might as well call out my real name, Zhenhui." Zhenhui said two Chinese characters, "It means a real wise man."

"Isn't it enough time to just use the door opening to set fire?"

"Of course not enough, so we have to stuff all the villagers into the church, and we use the small courtyard outside the church for defense.

Didn't I get a lot of sacks for clay?Move those sacks out, another small wall, but this time our forces will not be scattered, and the traitor is dead, there will be no more gaps in our interior.

But if we want those monks to arrange people to handle this matter honestly, we need a backbone. The archbishop has passed away. Among the elders, Elder Fields, you are the oldest and most respected. Therefore, I It is hoped that you can temporarily act as the Archbishop. "

"Me? I..."

"The situation is urgent, now is not the time to decline!" Zhenhui interrupted him.

"Okay." Fields gritted his teeth and replied.

Soon, under the central dispatch of Fields, although most of the monks knew the current situation, they finally calmed down. Under the threat of death, they broke out to the maximum efficiency.

The slow movements of the past could no longer be seen. The monks held the hem of their robes and ran wildly in the night holding torches, while the old and young of the villagers had already entered the church ahead of time and prayed in front of the altar.

Men in their prime should not be idle, they are either driving livestock or simply carrying firewood and sacks on their shoulders.

The big oak tree in the yard was cut down, the buildings blocking the shooting were knocked down, and the remaining wood villagers even used their imagination and initiative to spontaneously create a few decent refusal horses.

Obviously the door opening of the gate has not been burned yet, but the air seems to be warmed up. The shouts of the villagers, the barking of dogs, and the cries of children mixed with the smell of sweat are floating in the night sky.

In the dark night, Zhenhui boarded the city wall again, looking at the Viking army rushing forward with torches in the distance, while Xiao Agui walked over: "Deputy Envoy, how is the situation?"

"Basically, it was implemented according to the plan." Zhenhui narrowed his eyes, "Marovinus is an unlucky bastard. I didn't intend to kill him, but he ran into him himself. Fortunately, I walked fast and took the note from Archbishop Willerhard first."

"Deputy envoy, according to the original plan, there should be no such thing as setting fire to the city gate." Xiao Agui looked at the villagers who split up all kinds of tables and chairs and threw them into the entrance hole, and asked, clasping his hands.

In the night, Xiao Agui couldn't see Zhenhui's face clearly, and could only hear his deep voice: "These Vikings don't seem to be right. According to the previous agreement, they will send the Saxon they met. It's not that there is no chance today, I always have a bad feeling."

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It was a starless night, and when the flames rose above the gate, Olaf knew their time had come.

"Odin, the treasures of the Nibelungen have been opened to us. We warriors, take up your shields and spears, and we will obtain the supreme wealth from the false gods! Go!"

Riding on a horse, holding an ax high, Olaf rushed out first. Behind him, countless Vikings drove the Frankish peasants towards the castle of Bremen.

"Come on!"

"kill--"

The Viking warriors happily turned the long axes in their hands. They smelled the salty smell of the tears of those cowardly lambs, as well as the bloody smell that hit their noses.

"Zhang Gong!"

Hiding behind the female wall, the soldiers of the Tang Army drew their longbows. Although they couldn't see anything in the dark night, the torches raised by the Vikings on horseback provided them with a reference.

The arrows fell like meteors!

Chapter 61 Bremen's Hard Battle

"Warriors from Valhalla!" Olaf rode on a short Icelandic horse, waving the long sword in his hand, "See there? We will break through that castle, and the group of weak Franks will not be us opponents, their god is a dirty and smelly shepherd! He was crucified on the cross! And we have the most powerful god Odin, who has killed all the enemies! We are invincible! "

"Kill them all!" Dozens of chaotic violent Viking warriors raised their blood-stained long axes and rushed towards the gate.

"Swoosh! Whoosh!"

The burnt smell lingered on the sharp edge of the arrow, cutting through the air.

"what--"

"Raise your shield!"

A dozen or so one-inch-thick round shields were lifted up by the Viking warriors, and the arrows slammed into the round shield. Most of them were blocked by the round shield, and a few pierced through the slightly thinner edge of the round shield.

This wave of a hundred arrows fell, and only two of the Vikings fell down. Although the rest were slightly injured, they were all minor injuries.

For Tang Jun's step bow, it is still too difficult to penetrate the shield at a distance of one hundred steps, although the quality of the Viking round shield is also average.

Under the protection of the shield array in front, the Viking warriors sang battle songs against waves of arrow rain, roared loudly, picked up a log, and rushed towards the gate of the castle.

"Come on!" Olaf frantically... drove the horses, waving the whip, "My warriors! The Temple of Valhalla is opening to us, but only the most heroic warriors who die in the face of the enemy can become heroic spirits. Have you heard the rumbling sound? That is the horseshoe of the Valkyrie chariot!"

"Ouch!"

"For the Valkyries!"

"For mead and goat's milk!"

More Viking warriors raised their round shields. They looked like a group of headless flies, but with a bloody glow, they rushed towards the castle frantically. Whenever a Viking warrior with a battering hammer died, another Viking warrior would immediately jump out to make up for it.

In just a hundred steps, the empty moat was already filled with the roars and blood of the Vikings.

"How is it? Has the fire risen below?" Zhenhui pulled out the long sword at his waist and flicked it with his fingers.

Xiao Agui looked at the small flag waving under the city, cupped his hands and replied: "It has been raised, but it should not have burned to the city gate."

"Then send them another arrow."

"Kill!!! Take away their gold and silver! Take away their wives! Take away their livestock!!" Several little Viking leaders shouted to their companions and continued to rush forward.

Seventy steps, sixty steps, fifty steps, forty steps...

"Shoot the arrow!" Zhenhui roared ferociously, waving the long sword in his hand.

The sound of the bowstring vibrating sounded again, and the blade let out a sharp whistling like a Valkyrie running in the night sky.

"Kill, grab..." A little Viking leader wearing a single-clothes chain armor and a drapey chain armor with a pointed helmet fell on his back to the ground before finishing his sentence. At the same time, more than 20 Viking warriors who were caught off guard fell down in the burst of blood.

The leather-laced battering ram hit the ground so hard that the Vikings had to slow down and raise their bucklers again, but that didn't hurt their morale one bit, and more Vikings filled in.

"Whoever opens the city gate will be rewarded with eighty silver coins!"

Lured by Valhalla and the Valkyrie, the savage and insane Viking warriors continue to rush forward in slippery blood.

Close, closer!

This time they didn't encounter many decent arrow rains. Although they were slow, they reached the city wall smoothly.

Raising the battering ram, the Viking warriors were about to start knocking on the door. They had already discovered that the bolts of the city gate had been destroyed, and half of them were almost crumbling.

The Viking warriors opened their eyes full of madness, put the belt over their shoulders, swung the battering ram, and smashed towards the gate.

"Eighty! Eighty!" The Viking warriors carrying battering rams shouted slogans and slammed into the city gate.

"Bang!" There was a dull cracking sound, and the door visibly swung inward. At the same time, balls of flames burst out from the cracks in the door and from both sides, and the Viking warriors suddenly felt hot.

"Eighty! Eighty!" But they couldn't control that much in a state of frenzy, and continued to shout eighty, hitting the city gate.

Finally, amidst harsh creaking sounds, half of the city gate was knocked down and collapsed. Just as the Viking warriors were cheering, no one expected that a terrifying heat was rushing towards them.

Due to the collapse of the gate, the door opening has been unblocked, and the temperature difference between the cold and hot air inside and outside has stirred up a strong wind from the inside to the outside!

In the thick black night, a crimson fire dragon burst out from the opening of the city gate, seven or eight nearby Viking warriors were directly blown down under the shock wave, and the trembling flames swept everyone in the opening.

Burning pain, unparalleled burning pain!

Before the Viking warriors could even react, they were attached to their bodies by the flames.

In just half a second, the entire city gate was like a purgatory, with scattered sparks, scorched land, and people screaming crazily.

You must know that in order to burn it, Zhenhui placed dozens of loads of wool and linen in the city gate, and even poured a lot of pine tar on it.

"Tate! Tate!" A little leader who was knocked down by the shock wave of the flame quickly got up in dizziness and rushed towards the gate hole, but the raging flames blocked his way, and he could only watch helplessly as his oxygen-deprived son was burned to death in the gate hole.

"You damned shepherds!" The little leader's eyes were red, and he slashed at the flames with his long sword furiously. His whole body wanted to rush into the flames, but it was of no avail.

Olaf arrived on horseback, his chest heaving, and he stared sullenly at the furnace-like doorway, while the rest of the Viking warriors gradually surrounded him from behind.

A red shield warrior wearing a chain-style Viking helmet sighed softly, and stepped forward to help the hook-nosed man kneeling in front of the flames.

"I shouldn't have brought him here." The little leader with a huge hooked nose closed his eyes in pain, "He's just a fisherman, he only knows how to fish, and he hasn't had much training since he was a child. I shouldn't have brought him here." He came."

"Ah——" Olaf suddenly raised his long axe, roared and knocked down a passing Frankish prisoner of war. He swung the ax and slashed at the prisoner's body one after another, "This group of people Despicable shepherd! Untrustworthy beast!"

After cutting the man into the shape of Shang Yang, Olaf finally calmed down a bit. Looking at the burning door, he asked the man with the red shield, "Is there a way to climb over the city wall now?"

"It's possible, but it needs to make a long ladder. There are not many firelighters here. After a while, let's draw water up from the moat, and we should be able to enter. It's not a big problem." The red shield man estimated for a while and said.

After getting off the horse, Olaf walked to the doorway, his eyes seemed to be able to pass through the continuously gushing flames, and locked on the true wisdom standing behind the flames, also staring at him.

Throwing the note in his hand into the flames and burning it, Zhenhui walked towards the central cathedral.

At this time, the original holy and clean cathedral was covered with dust, and hundreds of sandbags pushed up a two-person barricade, enclosing a semicircular defensive area in front of the cathedral.

The young men were still digging the soil to stabilize the line of defense, and at the same time dug a shallow trench for the barricade.

All the buildings in the castle that blocked the line of sight were pulled down, the trees were cut down, the ground was covered with coins, precious pearls and gems, woolen linen, and even silk were thrown on the ground indiscriminately.

Passing through the crowd, Fields, wearing a bronze-framed iron plate eight-faced helmet, came out with a dagger in hand. Seeing Zhenhui's eyes lit up, he hurried up: "How is it? Did the fire at the door block the Vikings?"

"It's blocked at the moment, but it won't last long, and I also burned the city wall near the city gate." Zhenhui said, pointing to the soldiers who were lighting the city wall.

"why is that?"

"One is to prevent the Vikings from crossing over and attacking from another direction, and the other is that if Bremen falls, they will not be able to occupy this place without the defense of the gates and parapets." Of course, after the Vikings retreat, you can't guard this place anymore, so should the books and people here be moved to Hamburg?

"That's how it is." Fields held Zhenhui's hand and said emotionally, "Even if you die, you can't let these heretics take advantage of you. You are really a devout believer and loyal courtier!"

Chapter 62 Bremen is fighting hard

The branches that had been burned by the fire turned into little debris and fell down, stepping on the ground that was still warm, the Viking warriors trampled on the charcoal and human bones on the ground.

Only half of the fence was still burning. On the dry black wall, black debris fell one by one. The night wind blew the black smoke in the doorway, allowing the Vikings to finally see the scenery in front of them clearly.

In front of the door opening, there was actually a low wall. Half of the low wall was a newly inserted fence, and the other half was piled up soil. Behind this low wall, twenty or so Frankish soldiers holding long guns were staring at them, and behind them were still the group of black-haired and black-eyed soldiers.

"Odin is above! The Valkyries of Valhalla are watching us, my great warriors, the mead and goat's milk in the Hall of Valor are waiting for you!" Olaf raised his long sword with red eyes, and swung it heavily: "Kill—make a wine cup out of their skulls!"

"kill--"

On both sides of him, the Viking warriors started running. They bent down and put their round shields on their heads. At first, their speed was not fast, but when their shield formations gradually came into contact, their every step was like a heavy drum hitting the ground!

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!!"

When they gathered together and charged like a herd of bulls, the Frankish soldiers all changed color, but the martial blood of the Germanic nation had not yet faded from their bodies. Looking at the Vikings charging forward, the Frankish soldiers gritted their teeth Picked up the spear in his hand.

Most of the Frankish soldiers wore leather armor sandwiched with iron plates, with a pointed conical helmet, and two leather visors hanging from the temples.

This is their only protection, even without shields, but in front of the vicious Vikings, they still fiercely stabbed out the spears in their hands.

It was the Viking leader who had lost his son who rushed over first. He held the armed sword with the ring gauntlet, and under the cover of the two companions beside him, he fit and knocked away a spear.

"Valhalla!!" He uttered a battle cry like madness, two spears pierced the sides of his cheeks, and his movements were as smooth as dancing, he squatted down, raised his round shield, and in the next second, the short sword pierced the air and directly pierced into the neck of a Frankish soldier.

Red and white splashed on his face in an instant, and the silver-white helmet was immediately stained with blood. This stench of blood seemed to arouse the anger of the hook-nosed little chief, and the fire in the doorway seemed to burn on him.

"Roar—" He let out an inhuman roar, stepped on the low wall with one foot, and the chain mail on his body was as light as silk, which made him turn over so easily.

"Damn barbarian! Go to hell!" A Frankish soldier's facial features twisted, and he bumped into him. The hooked-nosed leader grabbed his shoulder and stabbed his dagger into his ribs.

"Ahhh-"

Blood spewed out, but the Frankish soldier didn't seem to feel it. He took out a dagger and stabbed it directly into the mouth of the hook-nosed little chief. Half of the gum was cut off by the Frankish soldier.