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

Along with the flames, the big drum made of deerskin sounded loudly.

"kill!"

Those light Saxon rattan armored infantrymen took oil cans and threw them towards the Viking camp. When each oil can hit the ground, a large group of flames rose up.

The flames licked and curled backwards, the river water reflected the flames, but the black nails of the Jingnan Army could not be reflected.

Countless Vikings woke up from panic, the ear-splitting drums in the quiet night made them panic, and the endless sea of ​​fire turned their panic into reality—shouting unconsciously.

There is a saying in the art of war: Those who gather birds are empty.Those who call at night are afraid.

The most important weapons in night battles are fire and drums. They are the most able to inspire panic in people's hearts, because fire and smoke block sight, and drums and howls block hearing. This kind of unknown feeling that cannot perceive other companions is the most frightening.

That's why Sun Tzu said in the Art of War: Therefore, there are many fire drums in night battles, and many banners in day battles, so people's eyes and ears can also be changed.

The northeast night wind pushed the wall of fire, and one tent after another was set on fire. The Viking warriors in the tents hurriedly left the tents, before they even had time to put on the iconic bearskin armor or take any Take the weapon.

The crackling of the flames, the sound of the wind, the sound of drums, the sound of killing, screaming, and the sound of collapsing tents, the infinite sound waves hit the eardrums of the Viking warriors, but after all, the Viking warriors have encountered too many battles and already have a lot of experience.

They tore down tents that could not be put out, slapped the burning place with leather jackets, and most importantly, searched for the source of the fire.

But this group of sensible Viking warriors did a little bit of work, and they couldn't continue, because groups of black cavalry were advancing towards them under the cover of Saxon rattan infantry.

"Ah!" A naked Viking warrior held a spear and charged towards Feng Sen, who was at the head. Feng Sen lightly lifted the bent knife, and the sharp bent knife hit him on his spear, and chop it off!

The splattered blood dripped into the mouths of those Viking warriors, and it was a sweet smell of iron.

In the shocked eyes of the other Viking warriors, the naked Viking warrior who charged fell to the ground together with his head divided into two parts.

Then, behind them were Saxon rattan soldiers and Frankish crossbowmen who were cleaning the battlefield. First, there was a row of long card players standing in the front holding their long cards. Behind them was a boring palladium soldier and a spearman. Or flail soldiers.

This is a copycat version Feng Sen made according to the mandarin duck formation. Yes, it is a copycat version like the hunting crossbow and rattan armor, but it is enough.

After all, what they faced was not the Viking warriors who formed a shield formation, but the lone Vikings who were scattered by the black cavalry. They no longer had companions to protect them, only their own martial arts remained.

But it's a pity that the Yuanyang formation specializes in fighting skirmishers and martial arts masters.

"Odin!!!"

I saw a Viking rushing towards the monkey version of the mandarin duck formation head-on. He let out a battle roar frantically, and was about to pounce on the long card. The long card player was not in a hurry, and a short javelin flew out instantly.

The Viking warrior hurried to block it, and with a sound of "Dole", the short javelin landed firmly on the Viking warrior's round shield, and the end was even trembling constantly.

The Viking forcibly held up the shield, strode forward, and slashed at the Saxon rattan infantrymen... Huh?Why didn't he split, a piece of hardwood palladium coated with pine tar held his axe.

The Viking warrior originally wanted to use the top of the shield to break the boring palladium, but before he raised the shield, at such a short distance, the long poker player unexpectedly flew out with a short scepter.

Gan Liliang!

The aggrieved Viking warrior had no choice but to continue to raise his shield to defend, but he suddenly heard a strange whistling sound, he looked up blankly, and saw the flail whistling towards him.

Stepping over the smashed and cracked Viking warriors, the Saxon rattan infantry continued to run forward.

The fire was burning red, and because the Viking warriors fought all night long and rowed the boat for another day (the countercurrent, the wind was too weak, and the power was not enough), they were exhausted and there was almost no resistance. Many Vikings were even killed in their sleep. Hands tied.

The remaining Saxon infantry and Frankish infantry continued to sweep the battlefield, while Feng Sen sat on a small horse, looking at Wag who was being escorted and kneeling in front of him.

"Are you their leader?"

Wag, who was naked and tied up, shook his head firmly: "I am not."

"He is!" Several Vikings who had been scalped and hung upside down on a tree rushed to identify them.

Wag glared at them bitterly, and then said: "Our original leader, Olaf, is dead, and I'm only acting as a substitute, because we still have to obey Earl Glore's words."

"I don't want to know this, I want to know, who leaked the secret? Who told you that I will join forces with Vidukind?"

"A red-nosed Saxon! He was shot dead with an arrow during the attack on Bremen," Wag said hastily.

"Hey." Feng Sen sighed, got up and shouted at the resting Tang soldiers, "Brothers, there is one more battle! In Hamburg! Come and follow me with 400 people! There are [-] Han soldiers and soldiers without horses stationed. These prisoners of war are hard to control, and they will be killed every eleventh!"

Chapter 67 Please come in and read the chapter

A light fish-belly white emerged from the other side of the forest, the clear blue sky spanned thousands of miles and fell on the earth, and a few wisps of cooking smoke rose in the distance. This was not cooking breakfast but boiling hot water.

This is not only the need for washing, but also the production needs of those workshops. Whether bow making or pine tar oil needs hot water to complete, so these days, you can see the spectacle of Xingyefang billowing black smoke and white steam every day.

Due to the surge in demand for lumber and firewood during this time, a grove to the southeast was nearly cleared, with stumps and scattered sawdust everywhere.

Wielding their hoes, the Saxon slaves dug away the soil around the tree stumps, and then used sharpened sticks to clean up the soil under the tree roots, and sometimes cut off the tangled roots with axes.

The roots of the pine trees have to be sent away to burn pine tar in the black-smoking workshops, and the stumps have to be split and sent to boil water in the white-smoking workshops.

And several young soldiers were also mixed in, prying the roots of the tree vigorously.

Since Feng Sen took away a large number of Tang soldiers and some older young soldiers, the teaching content of the Hamburg Primary School has been suspended.

One is because there are not enough students, and the other is that without Feng Sen who is proficient in three or even four languages, some important courses cannot continue.

However, the Hamburg Elementary School has finished teaching, and Alvin and others can't be idle, because his status is still a slave, but he has changed from an official slave to Feng Sen's private slave.

How can a slave not work?

But as long as you work hard, or make meritorious deeds on the battlefield, you will immediately be given a name like Feng Yi and Feng Er, become a Han with a foreign surname, and add a "Feng" to your name with honor.

Their Feng is different from the Feng of Alvin's group. Alvin's Feng is just a code name, which is convenient for calling and letting Alvin know whose meal he is eating.

And Feng Yi and Feng Er are serious names, written in Chinese characters on the roster.

Beside the young soldiers, there are many adults doing the same job, but compared to the young soldiers who can eat every meal and have eggs and milk every day, these young soldiers who eat one meal and are hungry twice The efficiency of adult slaves is much worse.

These adult slaves looked at the group of young soldiers with envy. When the young soldiers envied Feng Yifeng Er for adding Feng to their names, the other slaves also envied Alvin for having a full meal.

It was too wasteful for these high-quality young soldiers to use them for coolie work, so Wang Sima gave them another job, which was to drive away and kill wild wolves and small beasts in the forest that hurt people.

Alvin is one of them.

Sitting in a clearing between the woods and the river bank, Alvin washed the dirt and mud off his face with river water, and beside him was a three-pipe walking bow. For a boy who was only 14 years old, this weight was not low.

Since Alvin had to take a bath every day in the army, he unconsciously developed a good habit of loving cleanliness. After washing the dirt on his body, he looked in the mirror in front of the river.

Looking at the soft and short beard on his upper lip, Alvin sighed softly, when will he become an adult?Um?what is that?

While worrying, Alvin's pupils shrank suddenly, and in the reflection on the water, besides himself, another person unexpectedly appeared!

Although the shadow reflected by the rippling water waves looked very blurry, Alvin could still see that he was holding a long ax dripping blood in his hand.

"Wow!" The long ax slammed down heavily, splashing water everywhere, and Alvin miraculously avoided the past, but there was already an inch-deep scar on his face, and he could even see from the wound. To the white bones!

Alvin looked up, the chain mail shirt and the Viking long ax turned out to be a Viking who appeared out of nowhere.

Before the attacking Viking warrior had recovered his strength, Alvin scrambled and stood up from the ground, and ran frantically towards the woods.

But it's a pity that before he ran two steps, the hairs on the back of Alvin's neck stood upside down again, and the strong wind howled. Embedded in pine trees.

Alvin supported the ground, stood up again, and ran towards the woods with big strides, but before he could take a few steps, a big hand like an iron hoop grabbed his ankle.

It turned out that the big Viking man saw that Alvin wanted to run, so he simply gave up the long ax stuck in the tree, and threw himself down and grabbed Alvin.

"Damn heretic! Let me go!" Alvin kicked the big Viking's face frantically with his other foot, struggling and roaring.

But yes, his roar only startled a flock of birds in the woods, and nothing else responded.

A pair of big cold hands climbed up Alvin's neck, just when the big Viking man was about to force himself.

"Snapped."

Splintered sawdust was flying in the air, and half a hoe bounced and fell on the ground.

Among the sawdust all over the sky, the Viking warrior turned his head slowly, revealing a pair of blood-colored eyes. Feng Er, who was being watched, held half a hoe handle in his hand, and was actually in a daze.

The Viking warrior twisted his body, and a heavy blow like a gale hit Feng Er's cheek. Before Feng Er could react, he spun backwards.

"what--"

A sharp pain came from the Viking's lower back, and he couldn't help but let out a growl in pain. Looking back, it was Alvin who took out a small knife and inserted it deeply into the Viking's lower back.

"Cowardly raider!"

Swinging his fist the size of a sandbag, the Viking warrior landed on Alvin's eye socket. When the Viking warrior retracted his fist, Alvin's eyes were already covered with red blood.

Just as he was about to strike again, another huge force came from his side.

Because he was kneeling on the ground, under the impact force, the Viking warrior's body suddenly fell to the right, and Feng Yi also took advantage of the situation and pressed on the Viking warrior's chest. He held a short sword and pointed at the Viking warrior. The warrior's throat snapped.

At the critical moment, the Viking warrior twisted his body to get out of the way of the neck, and Feng Yishi's inevitable blow only drew a not deep blood line on the opponent's neck.

Before Feng Yi stabbed the second sword, the Viking warrior's palm with the iron gauntlet was thrown against Feng Yi's face in a big fight, and the speed of Feng Yi's face puffed up almost caught up with the speed of the Viking warrior's hand leaving.

The viking warrior's beard trembled, and his hands pinched Feng Yi's neck again, and Feng Yi's face gradually changed from red to black purple.

Feng Yi feebly swung the big Viking man's temple with his fist once or twice, but his strength became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't even raise his hand in the end.

Is it possible to die here?Everything in front of Feng Yi's eyes gradually blurred, and there was only tinnitus in his ears.

"Buzz!"

After a strange sound that was close at hand, the hands that locked Feng Yi's neck were released without warning, and the body of the Viking man was heavily pressed against Feng Yi.

"Hah!"

Panting heavily, Feng Yi coughed violently. He pushed the big Viking's body away with difficulty, and panted for a while with his hands on the ground before looking up.

The big man who was pushed away by Feng Yi fell to the ground on his back, and a long-feathered arrow was stuck right in his throat.

"What's your name?" Lying on the ground on his back, Feng looked at Alvin who was carrying the fainted Feng Er with his face on one side and asked.

"My name is Feng 87."

Chapter 68 The Battle of Hamburg

On May 29th, the fourth year of the founding of the Middle School, it was a rare sunny day, but in such a beautiful weather, the rapid sound of the gong resounded in the ears of all the villagers in Hamburg.

Vikings, here they come.

Standing beside Han Shizhong were Fang Xinru and Han Gang. They opened their cracked lips, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and watched the surging crowd in the distance.

At the end of the dirt road leading to Hamburg, a vanguard Viking army of about 300 people is moving slowly. Most of the Viking warriors wear leather armor and have tattoos or paint on their faces.

These Viking warriors are the elite of the Viking raiders this time. They have solid muscles, carry long axes, and wear round shields on their shoulders. .

In front of them was a group of Saxon slaves captured from a Saxon village by the river. The slaves carried wooden sticks in their hands and moved forward numbly under the custody of axes and spears.

"Harrison is all to blame." Looking at the closed city gate, a valet beside Earl Glore couldn't help cursing, "He was killed by a few children and told them to report the news back."

Count Glore didn't speak, he stared at the castle with disdain and anger.

"Should we continue to attack the city?" the valet couldn't help asking.

Riding on an Arabian horse from Byzantium, Earl Glore squinted his eyes and observed Zhongyongfang with spears everywhere: "High Priest, come and help me with divination."

A strange old man came from the back of the team. He was wearing a long robe, with two twisted braids hanging down from his face, and a soft hood that covered his face deeply, but what was strange was that his robe was not entirely made of wolf fur, but was stitched together from grizzly bear skin, deer skin and even dog skin.

"Priest Gardison." Glore nodded to him.

The old man didn't speak. He found a flat stone and threw six animal bones of different shapes on it. The white bones were spinning.

"Slaves, silver, and mountains." The old man said in a hoarse voice, "We must fight quickly! If we can't do it, we must retreat in time."

"Of course, we will not only get their population as slaves, but also sell their silk for silver, and I will be a mountain they will never be able to overcome!" Earl Glore smiled bloodthirstyly, showing a mouthful of yellow jagged teeth.

"We'll take it," Glol roared. "We'll take everything from them! Just like we did in Britain!"

"That bearded man looks so ugly." The fellow fireman pointed at Glore in the distance, and slapped Wang Xi's waist.

"Oh, don't pick me up." Wang Xi scolded dissatisfied.

"Who allowed you to make such a loud noise?" Huo Chang's hoarse voice immediately cursed over.

The two could only smile mischievously, and continued to hold their weapons, ready to fight.

"According to the scouts sent out, their number is between one thousand and three thousand. In addition, there are more than 200 slaves. In addition, they also captured Saxon and Frankish farmers living nearby. The total number is more than 2000." Han Shizhong said with narrowed eyes, while Han Gang was on the sidelines, quickly recording.

"How many of us are there?"

"If you only count the soldiers of the Jingnan Army, there are almost 500." Han Gang paused, and then said: "I have tried my best to inform the nearby Franks and Saxons. Thousands of people.

However, there are not many who can fight. Since the last spring training, we have trained a total of 600 Saxon young men. There are no more than [-] people. "

Fang Xinru followed Han Gang's words and said, "It's better to let my old Fang lead the troops out to fight for a while, there are only 2000 people."

"No." Before Han Shizhong said anything, Wang Sima interrupted Fang Xinru, "It's easy for you to leave the city, but without your pressure, the Frankish Battalion will not be able to hold the city. When the slaves clamor, Instead, Zhongyongfang will be destroyed from the inside, so what about our family members and those precious old craftsmen?

And our old brothers haven't added yet, it's good to have one less death. "