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

And the hook-nosed Viking leader spit out half a row of teeth like dentures, and then he bared his mouth full of blood, and hit the head of the Frankish soldier fiercely with his knee.

The Frankish soldier threw away the dagger that couldn't pierce the opponent's chain armor, and hugged his waist tightly.

"Let go! Let go! You pig!" The hooked-nosed leader twisted his body, stabbing the back of the Frankish soldier with his short sword, and a large ball of blood gushed out from the wound.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Let me go!!" The hooked-nosed leader stuck two thumbs into the Frankish soldier's eye sockets, squeezed his eyeballs, and pulled them desperately to both sides, "I want you to let go—"

"Pfft! Creak—"

The javelin full of mud pierced the hooked nose's chest, and he fell down convulsively with his eyes wide open. Almost at the same time, the Frankish soldier who was holding him let go.

The two entangled Vikings and the Franks tripped over his body and fell to the ground together, but the Franks had the upper hand, he lifted off the Viking's helmet, and strangled the Viking's neck with both hands.

"Go to hell, heathen!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The meteor hammer smeared with blood and brains slammed on the back of the Frank soldier's head, and white and red liquid flowed out like a stream.

But the meteor hammer user was not happy for long, the horizontal knife swept out with flames, his head flew directly from his neck, rolling on the ground.

"Heavenly Father bless me!" A monk threw away the crooked dagger in his hand, picked up the meteor hammer on the ground, roared and smashed it on the forehead of a Viking wrestling with a Frankish soldier.

In an instant, the man's brain sank directly inward, and an eyeball was ejected directly under the squeeze of the skull, hitting the Viking who was avoiding the stabbing of the soldiers, and fell to the ground again.

"Crack!"

The blood-stained animal skin boots crushed the eyeballs on the ground.

"Valhalla——" the two Viking warriors roared angrily, and the shield formation they formed hit the monk's body straight, and the monk flew backwards, with the blood from his mouth and nose flowing outwards with foam.

Pulling the short sword out of a Viking warrior's eye socket, Zhenhui looked around. The low wall at the city gate had already fallen, and two-thirds of the more than 200 young and strong guards had been killed or injured, but the Vikings had not been killed or injured by one-fifth.

Although this was the result of Jing Nan's paddling, it still hurt too much.

There was no way to do this. Most of the young men had no armor and only had a dagger or even a sharpened wooden stick in their hands. Most of the better Frankish soldiers only had light armor and leather armor, and at most they had an ax as a secondary weapon.

Although the situation of the Vikings is similar, they basically have a piece of leather armor or armor made of thick leather jackets, and everyone has a shield. This point is already much better than the Frankish soldiers, and most of them also like to drink drugs (psychedelics) before the battle. Their morale and psychological defense are higher than the Frankish soldiers by more than 01:30 points.

It can't be like this anymore, too many deaths are not good, Zhenhui yelled at Fields: "Go to church, go to church!"

Fields endured the pain, and shouted loudly with his mouth cut to the back molars: "Back! Back! Back!"

The silk and white pearls spread on the ground were stained by the blood of the big beach, and a bitten off ear leaned against the pile of gold coins.

The flames burned the bodies of the undead, and the stench of the scorched corpses mixed with the vomit of the people, warmly blending in the fiery wind.

The frightening sound of the bowstring snapping sounded again, and a group of entangled soldiers were instantly shot down by a series of feather arrows, no matter the enemy or us.

Under the guidance of the soldiers of the Jingnan Army, the Frankish soldiers and armed monks retreated slowly, and retreated along the stairs to the back of the barricade.

Chapter 63 Under Bremen

The former church is now like a purgatory field, with blood and flames mixed with the scorched smell of burning sheepskin and silk.

Seen from mid-air, the rectangular Bremen Church was already surrounded by blood and flames, and the roar echoing in the night sky was even more like a terrifying night owl.

The Diocese of Bremen, which has been established for ten years, is located at the mouth of the Weser River, an excellent trade route. Whether it is a merchant going north from Frank or a merchant going south from Kievan Rus and Scandinavia, this is the only way to pass.

A large part of the income of the Bremen Church comes from the toll and exploitation of these traders.

Especially the East Slavic merchants who operate the Volga River-Black Sea trade line, the priests in Bremen can get a large amount of Byzantine Solidar gold coins from them every year.

According to Charlie's currency reform, a solidar gold coin is equivalent to twelve deniers, but because Byzantium inherited the advanced technology of Rome, the gold coins minted by it are more valuable, so its exchange has always been higher than twelve deniers.

Among the Frankish merchants who returned from the north, all of them were Solidar because they traded with the East Slavic tribes.

In the Bremen church, there are a large number of Solidar gold coins. The exploitation and taxation of the past ten years, plus some priests melted the gold coins and used them to make candlesticks or crosses, resulting in a serious shortage of currency stocks in the market.

So to a certain extent, the Vikings robbed churches and monasteries and robbed gold, silver and precious metals, which prospered trade and markets.

The Viking warriors were divided into two groups, one group led by the Red Shield Viking warriors collected gold, silver, jewels, amber and pearls on the ground, and the other group stood in front of the steps of the church, trying to break into the church.

Seven or eight Viking warriors carried round shields and used axes and sticks to remove the horses blocking the way by the stairs. The remaining 30 or so Viking warriors holding round shields and spears were cruising around outside the church, looking for Entry loopholes.

"Swoosh..." A Viking warrior who was trying to climb the side corridor was suddenly pierced by a spiked arrow in the shoulder, rolled on his back and fell from the roof.

"what!"

In the window on the second floor of the church, two soldiers of the Tang Army appeared. They held bows and stared indifferently at the Viking warriors below.

"Cowardly black-eyed man!" The two Vikings helped up the Viking warrior who had been hit by an arrow, spat bitterly on the ground, and retreated slowly.

When the side attack failed, the Viking warriors turned to a frontal assault. The horses and obstacles on both sides of the stairs leading to the church gate had been removed, but the price was the Viking warriors who were lying beside the stairs and howling.

Someone tried to rescue them before, but he was greeted by a wave of arrows, and then there was another wailing person beside the injured Viking warrior.

"You cowards!" Olaf grabbed a throwing ax and threw it towards the barricade, but the flying ax just hit the barricade before being bounced off by the soft sand.

Olaf gasped violently for a while, and he turned to look at the remaining Viking warriors: "Warriors from Iceland, my great warriors, have you seen that church? The treasure hidden in the church is ten times that scattered outside! Valhalla beckons us again, I need ten of the strongest warriors! Who wants to fight side by side with me!"

"I'm coming!" A bald head emerged from the crowd. This Viking was wearing chain mail, and his beard almost reached his eyebrows, but only his head was bald.

"Very good." Olaf pointed to a Viking warrior and said, "You, take off your bearskin armor and put it on him. Is there anyone else? I need ten people!"

Soon, ten Viking warriors in double armor and holding long axes appeared at the bottom of the steps. They lined up in a neat line and silently watched the Tang soldiers guarding above.

At this moment, at the gap in the barricade, there were also two rows of Mo Daomen from the Tang army. Their armor plates rubbed against each other, making a chilling sound of collision.

"Kill—" Chinese and Norse roars sounded at the same time, and ten Viking warriors lined up in two neat rows and charged towards Tang Jun Mo Dao Shou.

The sound of the bowstring snapping sounded, and a dozen or so sharpshooters of the Jingnan Army appeared on the barricade. Their hands were frantically pulling on the bows, and they almost danced into a phantom.

In a short distance of ten steps, each person shot five arrows on average, and the whistling sound almost overwhelmed the battle roars of the Vikings, and even overwhelmed the crying of women and children behind them.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The sharp edge of the arrow pierced the outer leather armor, spun through the chain armor and broke the rivets, and spun into the linen clothing and the Viking's flesh.

But it's a pity that after being protected by two layers of armor, when the arrow pierced, it only pierced into the flesh and blood by less than half an inch. Only one Viking warrior was hit in the throat and died on the spot.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Olaf roared furiously, and he and the Viking warriors around him had at least three arrows stuck in their bodies. The pain not only did not make them afraid, but aroused their blood.

"Valhalla!"

Simultaneously with the battle roar, there was the sound of flying axes piercing the air. Nine flying axes roared in the dark night, flying towards the ten Tang Jun Mo Daomen at the gap.

But it's a pity that the Mo Dao players erected a long board propped on the ground at some point, and the throwing ax hit the long board, and sawdust splashed everywhere, but it didn't hurt the Mo Dao hands at all.

last step!

Olaf's whole body sprang up like a cheetah, and he stepped heavily on the last step. The blood-stained long-handled ax reflected the flames into scarlet.

At the same time as the five scarlet giant axes were raised, five piercing Mo Dao were also raised. The length of these Mo Dao was nearly one foot, and the handle was almost as long as the blade.

"Valhalla!"

The long-handled ax slashed along the shoulder to the waist of the soldier of the Tang Army, and the spurted armor scattered like a stream of sparks like dandelions, and blood oozes along the armor.

"kill!"

With the help of inertia and gravity, Mo Dao roared and slammed down. First, there was the sound of cracking the fur, and then there was the sound of the iron rings on the chain armor breaking and clanging.

The blade of Mo Dao seemed to be able to produce blood endlessly, and the mixture of broken bones and internal organs shot out along the blade in a V shape to both sides, and countless flesh and blood exploded, almost cutting the future in half with one stroke.

The corpses of four Vikings rolled down the stairs, only Olaf was still standing in the front row, and the Tang army soldier in front of him was half bleeding and was dragged away by the soldiers in the back row, while Xiao Agui continued to fill his position.

The same is true for the Vikings. The four Viking warriors in the back row took a step forward and stood where their companions were standing.

The battle of the heavy armored infantry is so simple. No fancy techniques, no devious tactics, all useless. The only thing that is useful is the determination and courage to stand in front of the enemy and wield the weapon. Either you die or I die.

Xiao Agui raised his eyebrows upside down, while Olaf stared round.

Five Mo knives and five long-handled axes stood up again.

"kill!"

"kill!"

Slightly shaking his figure, a head-on ax rubbed against his shoulder and the smooth armor slid away, and half of the flesh and blood on his shoulder was forcibly cut off from Xiao Agui's shoulder.

Gritting his creaking teeth, Xiao Agui cut off his head with a knife.

Olaf also swayed, but because he was standing under the steps, the height disadvantage and the crowded position made it impossible for him to dodge.

"Thorn-"

The Mo Dao cut along Olaf's shoulder like cutting butter, the flesh danced in the air, and one arm hung on the handle of the long-handled axe.

Beside him, four screams sounded at the same time.

The four corpses rolled down the stairs again. At the same time, the Viking warrior standing behind Olaf couldn't bear the pressure anymore. He screamed like crazy, turned around and ran down the steps.

"Den-"

Another body rolled down the stairs.

"Valhalla!"

Holding the long-handled ax in one hand, Olaf trembled and let out a battle cry. He raised the long-handled ax in his hand again, although it was obvious that the long-handled ax was skewed.

Losing his left hand as a fulcrum, Olaf couldn't control the long-handled battle ax at all, but he still roared wildly, raised the battle ax, and slashed down heavily.

The ax blade hit Xiao Agui's shoulder, and lost its previous strength, it was directly bounced off by the double-layer iron armor, while Xiao Agui swept across with the knife, and the blade passed through the blood vessels, spine and trachea of ​​Olaf's neck, and finally returned to the air.

Olaf's head bounced down the steps and rolled to the ground.

"Kill—" the ten soldiers of the Tang Army roared again, but this time, their roar almost suppressed the roar of all the Vikings.

Chapter 64 Werder Bremen is over

"Listen, servants of that shepherd!" A Saxon prisoner who knew Frank was escorted to the steps by Viking bandits. "Out of Odin's admiration for your brave warriors, the great Viking lord Glor mercifully extended an invitation to you. Those powerful black-eyed fighters, if you are willing to join us and become a part of the Vikings, we are willing to give you the status of count and a piece of fertile land in Novgorod!"

"That's impossible." Zhenhui stood behind the soldier of the Gao Da Jing Nan Army, holding a tin horn, and replied loudly, "It is impossible for believers of the Heavenly Father to believe in your false gods!"

"When you witness the greatness of Odin, you will come and join us!" The Viking replied, "Since you are not willing to join, then I, the powerful warrior of Valhalla, make a proposal, exchange the gold and silver in your church for the prisoners in our hands!"

"Bishop Fields?"

"Promise him," Fields said through gritted teeth, "Isaiah said, I put my poor poor on earth, and I am their leader, sitting in heaven at the right hand of the Father.

Wealth is not what we should have, but it is used to help the poor. Compared with a devout believer, I would rather give up wealth. "

"We agree with your proposal, but only five people are allowed to exchange each time, and only one person is allowed to escort and bring back the exchanged property."

"Smart decision!"

In front of the Father's gate, a near-slave trade operation began. The Vikings pushed the Frankish slaves plundered from around to the steps and took a bag of gold and silver in front of the barricade.

The monks wiped their tears and moved out the silver candlesticks in front of the altar, the gold cross and countless pendants inlaid with amber. In addition, there were walrus ivory, mink, bear and black fox furs, reindeer antlers, whale oil and wine, and even Byzantine silk and England honey in the warehouse.

The Viking warriors carried these precious belongings with smiles, picking honey and silk.

A Viking warrior lifted a mink pelt and laughed: "Hey guys, look at this. I tanned it myself last year and sold it to a Slavic merchant. Now I can sell it again."

"Hahahaha, look at this, I handed this reindeer antler to the man in the black robe with my own hands, and now it's back hahaha." Another bearded man with a Frankish helmet crooked also laughed.

Yes, no matter in which era, pirates are both merchants and pirates. If they can fight, they will rob, and if they can’t fight, they will trade. Relying on the excellent performance of the dragon head ship, the Vikings have traveled all over the world, and even went to the Abbasid Dynasty to trade, and the profits are extremely high.

The Arab writer Masudi mentioned that a piece of black fox fur can be worth as much as 100 dinars in gold coins. Where does this black tiger skin come from?It was sold by the Vikings who went to the Black Sea to sell goods. They would exchange these furs for spices from India, lapis lazuli from Afghanistan, and onyx from Iran.

There was an era in the Middle Ages called the Viking Age for nothing, because it did suppress the Western Europeans militarily, economically and even culturally for an era.

After a night of night fighting, everyone was exhausted, especially the soldiers who drank the hallucinogens were all crumbling.

There was a ray of morning light in the sky. Today is a rare sunny day, and the color of the sky turned out to be slightly purple.

The dragon head warship sailed to the Weser River, and a dozen Viking warriors even threw themselves on the boat and fell asleep. Being beside him was enough wealth to keep them from going to sea for three years.

The Viking warrior holding the red shield stood by the river in satisfaction, watching the gold, silver and property being moved to the dragon head boat little by little, and seeing the draft of the dragon head boat getting deeper and deeper, even the grief of Olaf's death was a little less.

"Little leader Wag!" A hoarse and anxious shout interrupted Wag's every second of imagination, it was a cavalry he sent out to watch.

"what happened?"

"Little leader Wag, I saw the Earl of Hamburg's reinforcements over there!"

"What?!" Wag immediately widened his eyes, "Impossible, why so fast? How many people are there?"