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

"Less than 100 people, but they should be sentry cavalry." The Viking rider got off his horse and took a breath before saying, "There should be at least two or three hundred people behind them. I put my ears on the ground and Fola told me that their total number should be around 300."

"See what they look like?"

"No, they all wear visors, but the leader doesn't. He has black hair and we can't see the color of his eyes."

"Damn it." Wager looked at the exhausted Viking soldiers who had been beating all night, and then thought about the heavily armored guards guarding in front of the church before, he made up his mind.

"Hurry up, let's go." He yelled back and forth among the Vikings on horseback, "Don't take anything that is too heavy. Hurry up, get it on the ship. The Frankish reinforcements have arrived."

"What are you afraid of?" A tall Viking warrior with a dragon tail tattoo on his face was leaning against the wall and taking a nap. Hearing Wag's words, he laughed and said, "A group of Franks soon? We can fight for at least another day, so we can be considered Valhalla warriors."

"Shut up, there are at least a thousand black-eyed people on the opposite side, do you still want to be shot by their despicable bows and arrows?" Wag yelled at the Viking.

He was taken aback for a moment, and the expression on his face immediately became serious. He held the ax upside down, and while beating the Frankish slaves to carry the belongings with the ax handle, he shouted loudly in the crowd.

Some Viking warriors who were lying in the blood and sleeping soundly were also woken up by the cold Weser River in the morning, and started their new work after fighting all night, carrying goods.

After a period of noisy and regular carrying activities, most of the belongings were carried on board by the Vikings, and the team of 50 cavalrymen also appeared in the sky.

"Sail! Take your oars!"

More than 50 long sails were lifted by the morning wind, as if mocking the lateness of the visitors. The Viking warriors stepped on the side of the boat, took out their horn cups, and toasted the cavalry who stopped by the shore to watch.

The wine from Lombardy was rippling in crude horn glasses, and the Vikings sang boat songs and sailed towards the flow of the Elbe River.

"Looks like it's still too late." Paul took off his helmet, revealing his dark brown hair. He looked depressedly at the departing Viking warriors and sighed.

Although he knew that his fifty riders would not be able to cause any substantial harm to them, it would be good to cut off one or two heads to show that he didn't do nothing.

"Thank you for your timely rescue." A priest with a Mediterranean hairstyle and seven strange scars on his head ran over on a steed, "May I ask who you are?"

"Paul!" Before Paul could reply, a surprised and familiar voice sounded again.

"Elder Fields!" Paul immediately gave him a big hug, "Why didn't you see Archbishop Willerhard?"

Fields' eyes were red: "The archbishop, the archbishop, he has been called by God."

"What!" Paul immediately drew a sign of the cross on his chest, "May his soul find peace and enjoyment in the kingdom of heaven."

"What should I call you? Paul..."

"Just call me Sir Paul or Paul." Paul nodded to Zhenhui with a smile, "Are you?"

"Paul, come on, this is Kelvin. It is his credit that God's sanctuary was not completely defiled this time. It is he who led the defense of the entire campaign..."

"Wait a minute, Bishop Fields, I have something urgent to speak to Sir Paul."

Paul looked suspiciously at the priest whom he met for the first time.

"Sir Paul, I have a proposal, no, it's a request." Zhenhui held Paul's hand sincerely, "The church's ten-year savings have been snatched away by these devils, and other things are fine. But some sacred objects, such as the pure gold cross and the candlestick carved with angels, I want to get back as much as possible.

This is a very rude request, but as a priest who cannot bear to see the Holy Father's holy relics insulted, I have to ask you, can you help us track down these Vikings?Of course, this is under the premise of ensuring your own safety, and you don't need to go out to fight.

I have already informed the Earl of Hamburg that he can defeat these Vikings, but he may have come too late to find the traces of these demons.

As a reward, we only need the holy utensils of the heavenly father. I can decide the rest. You and the Earl of Hamburg are half of each other. I only need the holy utensils and the heads of those Vikings. "

(The two sides began to exchange the gold and silver of the prisoners of war. Bags of gold and silver were exchanged for subjects one by one. Suddenly, a Viking soldier ran in and said that he saw a group of cavalry approaching, and it was likely that reinforcements had arrived. They were shocked and ran away. It turned out that Malajiji’s son had arrived. Under Zhenhui’s clever tongue, Malajiji’s son decided to pursue it.)

Chapter 65 Don't you need a helmet to drink water?

【Battle of Bremen】

【Blood battle narrowly won】

[In the Bremen church, your army, under the command of your adjutant, cooperated with the Frankish coalition forces and defeated [-] Viking looters and [-] Saxon robbers. They have firmly remembered you—the black-eyed people! 】

[Your legend begins to spread among the looters, prestige +100]

Riding on the horse, Feng Sen was taken aback by the sudden reminder, but he suddenly realized that this should be a battle on Zhenhui's side. He didn't expect his subordinates to lead the team to fight the battle and he was also responsible for it.

But picking up one hundred prestige for free is not bad. According to this description, Zhenhui should have completed the task.

Feng Sen thought for a while and turned on the Clausewitz engine again, clicked on the achievement interface, and an achievement was glowing slightly.

【Lian Zhan Lian Jie (3/5)】

[Requirements: In a short period of time, win five consecutive battles, and have at least one epic victory. 】

[Reward: All lieutenants of the Jingnan Army get the innate heritable trait "toughness", and Jingnan Army coach Feng Sen gets the innate hereditary trait "Strongness". 】

Feng Sen scratched his head and was a little dazed. He had fought so many battles in Denmark, so why was only the Battle of Kiel considered a battle and not the others?

"Hurry up!" A few cavalrymen of the Jingnan Army drove back and forth among the soldiers in the front and rear battalions, urging them to move forward quickly. Suddenly, a young orderly rushed back from the front: "Master Jie! There is a team of cavalry ahead who want to see you, and Deputy Envoy Zhenhui is also here!"

"Oh?" Feng Sen pulled the rein and looked at the sky, "Everyone go to camp ahead, you, take me to see."

…………

The night wind stirred the flames on the bonfire, and the soldiers who had walked all day collapsed by the bonfire, took off their straw sandals, took out their daggers and knives, and carefully picked the blisters on their feet.

Meanwhile, Paul and Feng Sen rode into the camp from outside amidst chatting and laughing.

After ordering those subordinates and setting up Paul's soldiers, Feng Sen and Paul sat in front of a bonfire.

"Hahahaha, please sit down." Feng Sen took a small saddle from the side and put it next to Paul, "He is really a father of a tiger, and he would not give birth to children like dogs. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid Bremen would have already Fall into the enemy's hands."

"No, no, this is the credit of the priest Kelvin. If it weren't for him, I'm afraid I would be facing an empty city and a dead city."

"Then I also want to thank you for taking the risk to help us chase the Vikings. Otherwise, if we let them escape, the hearts of the devout believers in Bremen will be robbed by these damn robbers over the years." Feng Sen said to He raised his glass.

After clinking glasses with Feng Sen, Paul drank the whole glass of wine: "This is what I should do, those heathens deserve to be condemned! However, it's a bit strange to say, I chased those Vikings all day, I thought they would escape directly along the Elbe River, and we would not be able to pursue them.

But... they actually slowed down, and went upstream along the Elbe River by sea. This evening, they even camped directly in the village after looting a small fishing village, that is, they camped on the shore. I suspect that they are planning to continue looting along the coast, but their boats are full. Where can they put more things? "

"Yeah." Feng Sen gritted his teeth and took a sip of his wine, "I'm also quite puzzled, where did he have the guts? Sir Paul, haven't your people been discovered by them?"

"Haha." Paul blushed a little after drinking, he laughed and said, "These people are well-trained scouts, and the people I sent are the best of the best, so they won't be discovered."

"Are they still watching?"

"It's still over there."

"Okay." Feng Sen applauded, and Sun Jingxiao, who was wearing a red scarf, immediately stepped forward and bowed his hands to obey the order, "Captain Sun! You send them this bag of wine and these barbecues, and tell them to launch an attack tomorrow morning, can't you?" Let these warriors starve and freeze."

Paul thought about it for two seconds, and finally smiled and said, "Someone, take this Mr. Knight, he doesn't know the way."

"Don't let it get cold." Feng Sen yelled at Sun Jingxiao, and he turned around and brought meat buns to Paul, "Come on, try it, this is our burger specialty, very fresh and very delicious."

"Thank you." Paul took a bite of the hamburger. Suddenly, he slapped his head, as if remembering something, "Master Kelvin told me that the spoils we got from the Vikings are all he needs are the holy utensils, and we will distribute the rest ourselves. I wonder what the Earl of Hamburg thinks?"

"It's too early to talk about this."

"Talk about it in advance so that there will be no trouble."

"Then what good idea does Sir Paul have?" Feng Sen put his hands on his knees and asked with a half-smile.

Paul glanced at Zhenhui, and replied seriously: "I know that the Earl of Hamburg has just arrived in the fief, and he must be very short of money to resist the Danes and suppress the Saxon rebellion, but I own a family estate myself, so I don't lack the money, and Bremen needs to be rebuilt urgently, so my idea is——

We each have half of the money, and my half will be donated to the Diocese of Bremen in the names of you and me, except for the holy utensils returned to the Bremen Church, for the reconstruction and restoration of the church. "

"We are already satisfied with getting the holy utensils." Zhenhui drew a cross on Paul's chest, "Heavenly Father bless you, you don't need to do this."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Feng Sen said in admiration, "I once met your father, His Excellency Malarjiji, the royal imperial commissioner-in-chief in Santer Mountain. They are indeed father and son. If you add a beard, you will be no different from your father."

"How can they be so similar?"

"It's so similar, but it's me in the light and he in the dark, but at this moment, you are in the light and I am in the dark. It's just like this moment." Feng Sen poured a glass of wine for Paul, "I heard that someone slandered your father and called it a 'monster'?"

"Father's eyes are indeed a bit dark, but he is actually a devout and gentle believer, but he often has to deal with those powerful earls and dukes to punish their blasphemy and corruption, so these evil guys secretly slandered my father as a demon.

The reason why I want to return this property to the church is to show those who say my father is a hypocrite and clear my father's stigma. At the same time, I also hope to take this opportunity to let my name reach the ears of His Majesty Charles. When Paul said this, he heaved a long sigh, but soon he cheered up, "What do you think of the idea I mentioned earlier, Your Excellency?" "

Feng Sen was about to speak, but saw a young soldier approaching quickly and whispered something in Feng Sen's ear.

"what happened?"

"They're some fighting bastards again." Feng Sen waved his hands nonchalantly, "Master Kelvin, can you leave for a while? I want to talk to Sir Paul in person."

Feng Sen pointed to the tent by the campfire: "Follow me."

When he came to the tent, Feng Sen handed Paul a glass of water: "Wake up."

With that said, he stood behind Paul and went to get the parchment hanging on the shelf: "I agree with your plan."

"Really? Praise for your generosity." Paul turned his head a little excitedly.

"Don't get excited, drink some water to sober up, I still have something to say, don't miss it."

"Okay, okay." Paul picked up the wooden cup and gulped down the water.

"Your strategy is a good strategy, but I want to modify it a little bit." Feng Sen pressed Paul's shoulder, "And my modified plan mainly focuses on one point, that is, I want everything!"

"Your Excellency, you..."

The muffled sound of watermelons bursting resounded in the tent. At the same time, the camp that had been talking and laughing had turned into a killing field. The heavily armed soldiers surrounded Paul's cavalry, and crossbow arrows flew across.

"Really." Feng Sen opened the door curtain, shook the red and white country iron bone in his hand and said with a smile: "How can anyone drink water without wearing a helmet?"

"Jieshuai." Sun Jingxiao, with new blood on his helmet, came over, "There are three people in total, and they lived up to their mission."

"Do you know where it is?"

"understood."

"Okay!" Feng Sen stepped onto the flying mane, "Boys, hurry up, we still have a lot of battles to fight!"

The benevolent Zhenhui walked into the tent and closed his eyes for Paul, who was staring at the ceiling, "Resurrection as soon as possible, Amen!"

Chapter 66 Night Raid! One more battle!

At night, horses chew and people chew.

Under the starry sky, on the wide plain, a neat team is moving forward rapidly, led by a battalion of 300 Saxon infantry battalions, the most elite of them are wearing Viking-style leather armor or chain mail. armor, while the rest wore knockoff rattan armor.

These rattan armors are woven from vines collected by the local Saxons, but compared with the rattan armors in the Central Plains, the Saxon rattan armors are not brushed with tung oil but pine tar.

Pine tar is similar to tung oil in that both are extracted from trees, but tung oil is pressed from the tung tree, while pine tar is fractionated from the roots of a special pine tree in Northern Europe.

This kind of pine tar is often used as waterproof and hardening paint for boats. It is a leading product in Northern Europe. It is the raw material for oiled paper in Feng Sen's oiled paper umbrella workshop.

Although the performance of tung oil is still much worse than that of tung oil, it can also have the same effect as tung oil—it just smells a bit stronger, and it is not fireproof like rattan armor.

But this is already the simplest and most suitable armor Feng Sen thought of.

Most of the soldiers in the Saxon infantry battalion were armed with spears, wooden borers or flails, while the leading hundred households also had hatchets, long cards and javelins behind them.

Behind them is a hundred soldiers of the Frankish infantry battalion, all of them are hunting crossbows, and some of them are worried, and they also bring sickles and wooden spears. This group of Frankish infantry basically has no armor, only a small number of them wear leather armor or rattan armor. .

Feng Sen's five hundred Jingnan cavalry were the last to hold the line.

The young soldiers in the Hamburg Primary School acted as messengers, and more than 20 slightly older young soldiers rode dwarf Icelandic ponies galloping back and forth among the crowd.

They didn't hold torches, but only carried dimly lit lanterns. Since they ate dairy products and meat since childhood, and drank pine needles soaked in water for half a month, they basically didn't have any blindfolded eyes.

Feng Sen got off his horse and poked his head out of the jungle with several sentries. In the darkness, the unburned bonfires beside the river bend were emitting a little red light.

The Viking warriors who fought all night and rowed for a day were extremely tired. Most of them fell to the ground on their backs, and some of them dragged a piece of animal skin as a cushion, while others fell directly into the mud.

The night is so quiet, as if all the noise and chaos were smoothed away by the goddess Fula, leaving only quiet and peaceful.

A Viking guarding the boat stood up, left his friend who was playing Danish chess together, and came to the river, untied his belt, and started to release water.

He tried his best to keep his eyes open to prevent himself from falling asleep, but everything in front of him gradually became blurred, and he even had hallucinations. A mermaid unexpectedly emerged from the water.

The "mermaid" rushed forward, covered his mouth, and when the knife was cut across, there was only the sound of "chi chi" in the night air.

The Saxon family who was poured with yellow urine spat a few times, and amidst the suffocated laughter of his companions, he became angry and stabbed the corpse a few more times.

"Laugh, why are you laughing! Hurry up and cut the cable!"

After speaking, he took out a wooden whistle from his clothes, and the chirping of birds sounded in the quiet night.

"let's start."

The Frankish crossbowmen in the rear got the signal, and a row of sparks lit up in the forest one after another. The crossbowmen's team wet their index fingers with saliva, tested the wind direction, and nodded to Feng Sen.

"shoot!"

In an instant, the sound of the bowstring kept ringing, and two waves of rockets drew hundreds of red long rainbows in mid-air. These flaming spirits danced and fell into the Viking camp.

The fire started.

"Boom boom boom!"