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

A horizontal knife is hung on the cowhide belt at the waist, and the round shield is hung on the saddle for use at any time. The step bow and the quiver are placed on the side of the horse, and there are 24 long arrows in the quiver. Long weapons such as knives are kept by special personnel.

If the face is two points whiter, he is the most common white-faced boy in costume dramas, but Feng Sen, the white-faced boy, really bleeds a lot.

After getting on his horse, Feng Sen called for Wang Sima.

"Have the scout rangers been sent out?"

"Sent out."

"Have all the military equipment of generals and schools at all levels been inspected?"

"Checked."

"Has the centaur ever counted?"

"A total of 1315 people, 337 war horses, 915 pack horses, and 35 donkeys. In addition, there are 2 diseased horses that cannot carry heavy loads. The rest have arrived."

"Okay, Captain Zhang, you lead the vanguard battalion to the front, followed by the Chinese army and the supply battalion, Captain Han, please stay behind and sit in command."

"Here!" The two of them clasped their fists in salute at the same time, turned around and rode their horses to lead the front and rear troops.

Looking at the scorching summer sun that was born in the sky, Feng Sen took a deep breath: "The whole army, let's go!"

Heads surged, and thirteen hundred Jingnan troops rode horses and drove carts, forming a neat queue and marching forward under the guidance of scouts.

The long cavalry marched quickly through the forest. As the most elite front in the Ya army, Feng Sen's army had [-]% armored armor, and the rest had leather armor even if they didn't have iron armor.

Walking in the dense forest is very dangerous, and there is a risk of being ambushed if you are not careful. Feng Sen and his party quickly accelerated their pace.

After walking for almost half an hour, Feng Sen and the others finally came out of this dense forest.

Walking out of the narrow forest road, everything in front of me suddenly became clear. In the diamond-like sky, two black hawks circled and screamed crisply.

Looking down, there are large stretches of green hills and grasslands, and on the fertile and thick black clay, irises sway gently.

A black eagle skimmed low over the grass, and grabbed a gray rabbit that couldn't escape. Following the black eagle, it looked into the distance, and the endless plain drew a sharp long line at the junction of the sky and the earth.

Han Shizhong got off the horse, picked up a handful of soil with his hands, rubbed it, and couldn't help but said: "The soil in Europa is quite similar to the one in Liaodong, with a lot of moisture and sticky hands."

Han Shizhong was a vegetable gardener, and his parents were both vegetable farmers. However, during the Anshi Rebellion, officers and soldiers passed by, and Han Shizhong was the only one left in his family.

Not long after, the property left by his parents was wiped out by the same clan. Seeing that he was about to starve to death, he became a bandit. After being recruited, he joined the Jingnan Army.

Looking at the soil in Han Shizhong's hands, Feng Sen asked, "How is this soil? Is it easy to cultivate?"

"Difficult." Han Shizhong shook his head, "The soil is too sticky to be turned over by a non-heavy plow, and the seeds are easily suffocated. However, this kind of soil and fertilizer can produce more than ordinary fields."

"The old general is really knowledgeable."

"Jie Shuai is full of praise."

Marching was originally a rather boring thing, but under such a beautiful pastoral scenery, the irritability in the hearts of the soldiers was reduced a lot.

Accompanied by the sound of armor plates colliding in their ears, time passed little by little, and finally, when the sun had just reached the top of Mount Santer, Feng Sen and others finally arrived at their destination - a sheltered slope not far from the water source.

After arranging to set up the camp, Feng Sen took Qingqi and ran to Fort Barker. He needed to scout out the enemy's situation in advance.

Chapter 6 What age is it still signing traditional contracts?

Climbing up the mountain from a mound with seven or eight guards, Feng Sen looked into the distance, and there was actually a dusty mound in the turquoise swamp of the river valley.

The tall wooden village stood on the mound, and the square flag on the blue background fluttered in the strong wind. Seven or eight Frankish soldiers guarded the square flag on the wooden wall. They wore leather armor and blue burqas, and carried A Germanic helmet hooped by eight pieces of iron.

In fact, in Europe in the early and middle ages, most of the castles were just wooden fortresses made of such rows of wood. Really strong stone castles would not appear until the late Middle Ages or even the Renaissance.

Outside the tidal flat, there is also a camp, which is not so much a camp as a slum.

A mess of tents and small thatched huts were stacked together. Feng Sen even saw two thatched huts being built together door to door.

Dense ants-like Saxon warriors are shirtless, carrying tomahawks or spears, wandering around. They either stand in front of the camp and throw spears for fun, or sit in front of the fire and drink beer and berry wine. .

Except for the Saxon warriors, most of the peasants and soldiers wore dark red and dark green linen long shirts, tied with hemp rope, and leather boots under their feet. What's more, a wooden board was tied to the sole of their feet with two cloth strips. Even shoes.

This group of Saxon peasants and soldiers had lush hair, and at a glance, they all had long brown-red beards that stretched to their chests. Some of them were strong and some were thin, but most of them had rough skeletons.

Suddenly, a scene of a tent collapsing caught Feng Sen's attention.

In one corner of the camp, a dozen red-haired Saxons were fighting each other crazily. They tore down the nearby tent and shook their fists desperately. A Saxon soldier was hit on the head and fainted. They just stepped on him.

Several Saxon elders in iron armor arrived quickly, and they brutally tore apart the group of fighting warriors, grabbed the leader and whipped them fiercely.

In this era, the ancestors of the Anza nation were all barbarians through and through. They lived in the dark forest, and they basically drank blood and lived a life not too different from that of primitive people.

This can be seen from the clothing and discipline of these Saxons.

After estimating the height of the dilapidated fence, Sun Jingxiao, who was following Feng Sen, couldn't help laughing and said, "This is not even as good as the Xi clan, Commander Jie, give me two hundred horses, and I'll burn them down tonight. "

"Don't worry, wait until tonight." Feng Sen supported Juniper beside him, and pointed to the wooden castle on the mound, "The price hasn't been negotiated yet."

In the castle mansion, a white candle that was about to burn out was staring at the silver candle holder.

Under the bean-like firelight, Count Theodoric sat slumped on a chair, holding an oak cup.

A glass of mead was full, and he didn't take a sip.

"Is there any news about Princess Ador?" Theodoric asked the guard at the side again.

"Not yet." The guard replied, "The Saxon light cavalry has been patrolling the periphery. Finding the princess under such circumstances is simply a test for Hercules."

"My heavenly Father, why do you do this to your pious believers."

In the dim hall, Theodoric couldn't help weeping, "First, damn Gallo didn't listen to my order and launched an attack without authorization, and then Volad of Donkey Day secretly took Ador to hunt. back.

Oh, my lovely princess is probably in danger. "

"Perhaps you can look on the bright side. Maybe Princess Ador has been rescued by Earl Friesen or some knight who came to support her. That would be safer than being surrounded by these Saxon barbarians."

"I hope so." Theodoric drew a sign of the cross on his chest, "May Heavenly Father bless him, and also protect me from being hanged by Charles."

After praying to the Heavenly Father, Theodoric felt better. He picked up a knife and cut open a piece of pork leg, dipped it in the butter next to it, sighed, and took a bite.

In this way, Theodoric took a mouthful of roasted pork leg every time he sighed, and soon he ate the whole leg of pork.

While waiting for the servant to deliver the fruit after dinner, a guard hurriedly opened the door and walked in. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly: "My lord, there is news about Princess Ador."

"puff!"

Only when all the mead was sprayed out, Theodoric didn't even have time to wipe his mouth, so he rushed towards the door like a gust of wind with his stomach full.

In front of Count Theodoric's mansion, there stood a benevolent Father Avar.

He was wearing a barley robe specially for priests, with a cross pendant on his chest, and he was silently reciting the "Nijing", kind and pious. This priest is very real at first glance, why are there six strange things on his bald head? scars?

"May God bless you, priest from Avar." Theodoric asked impatiently, "I heard that you brought news of Princess Ador?"

"Yes, Your Excellency." Zhenhui narrowed his eyes, and took out a knife and wood chips from his robe, "However, I have to correct you - I am from Seres."

Theodoric grasped the chip like a drowning man at straw, read the writing on it carefully, and examined the knife carefully.

"Father, thank you, thank you for your gift!" Theodoric suddenly knelt down and sang an out-of-key hymn while weeping.

Soon, he stood up again, holding Zhenhui's hand tightly: "Thank you too, the kind priest from Seris, you not only saved the life of the princess, but also saved my life."

"Thank you for the gift of Heavenly Father." Zhenhui took his hand out of Theodoric's big greasy hand without any trace, "We originally wanted to return the princess through you, but I found that you have encountered some problems. Difficulty, is your castle under siege?"

"Yes." Theodoric didn't understand why.

"Actually, the princess's intelligence and sincere feelings moved our coach, and he accepted Her Royal Highness's employment, ready to help you out of danger."

"Oh, kind and sincere Ador." Theodoric covered his heart with emotion, "How many troops do you have?"

"200 people." (combat troops, not including the supply battalion)

"How many?"

"One thousand and two."

"Ah." Theodoric weighed his words, "I know the good intentions and determination of your mercenary leaders, but there are 5000 people in this damned rebel army, and I have to regret to tell you that you have not defeated them. Ability.

Compared with this, the safety of the princess is more important. I sincerely hope that you can stay where you are and don't move around. I can't bear the pain of losing her again.Heavenly Father blesses, 200 people are enough to protect the safety of the princess, what do you think? "

After finishing speaking, Theodoric squeezed out a big smile and looked at Zhenhui expectantly.

Zhenhui also put on a kind smile: "No, Her Royal Highness the Princess trusts us so much and signed a contract with us. We Siris people always keep our promises and do what we say. Besides, the Heavenly Father also requires us not to be unbelievers."

Theodoric pondered for a while, then signaled the attendant to close the door of the hall.

For almost two hours, the halls of Theodoric Castle were filled with debates and quarrels, the sound of ink shaking and lampstands flickering.

It wasn't until the moon was in the sky that Zhenhui quickly left the castle with two scouts and returned to the camp.

"How about it?"

"This is the contract we signed."

Unfolding the papyrus on the table, Feng Sen began to read it carefully by the dim light of the suet lamp, but soon he frowned.

"Gambling agreement?"

"Yes, if we decide to go to war tomorrow, we need to hand over the princess to him first, and let him protect her safety. He will take a barony and eight hundred deniers as rewards. If we can win, then The princess can be brought back with honor.

If we don't fight tomorrow, he can give you two manors with an annual income of sixty deniers as private property to pay for your troops. "

Throwing the papyrus back to the table, Feng Sen laughed: "It seems that the Earl doesn't trust our strength."

"Otherwise, why would he take out a barony to bet against us?" Zhenhui moved his crackling bones, picked up the cold venison on the table, and took a bite.

"Very good." Feng Sen laughed, "Then let's see the truth on the battlefield."

Chapter 7 The Battle of Santer Mountain

"Ugh-"

In the third year of Jianzhong, the morning of August 3, 782 AD.

On the green fields northeast of Fort Buckle, there was the constant neighing of horses, and patches of smoke and dust billowed from behind the hillside, accompanied by the sound of horns, drums and people's shouts.

Saxony in late summer has brought a lot of coolness.

Although Feng Sen's Jingnan Army has not formally fought with the Saxon rebels, the scouts of both sides have already made moves in the mountains and fields.

The scouts of the Jingnan Army firmly gained the upper hand, but due to the number of opponents, they did not dare to go too deep.

After rushing to the battlefield on horseback, the soldiers of the Jingnan Army began to put on their armor one after another, while the pack horses were handed over to special personnel.

Footsteps came and went, and in less than a stick of incense, 900 Jingnan Army infantry lined up into three formations.

Among them, there are 400 people on the left wing, and only 250 people in the center and right wing. 300 Xuanjia cavalry stand on the left side.

Riding Feimane, Feng Sen stood at the forefront of Xuanjia cavalry.

He has always personally commanded these Xuanjia cavalry, Zhang Shicheng commanded the left wing formation, while Han Shizhong and Sun Jingxiao were in charge of the central army and right wing respectively.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, the Saxons in the camp quickly began to dress and line up as if they were just waking up from a dream. Two Saxon chiefs galloped back and forth in the camp on horseback to notify them.

"What happened?"

"Don't push me, come on, Fanny, give me a kiss, wait, you're not Fanny."

"I am your brother!"

"But last night ... oh - my Worden!"

Shouts and noises rose from the Saxon camp along with the smoke.

And on the wooden wall of Fort Buckle, Earl Theodoric, who was rubbing his gums, was pushed to the side of the parapet.

The scene in front of him made him forget to throw away his eyeballs, he opened his mouth wide in horror: "They, they really dare, my God, are they possessed by demons?"

"Then what should we do now?"

"Is the princess here?"

"It was delivered, but after it was delivered, the old priest left."

"Twenty people who can ride horses will be drawn, and later let Sir Simond and the others gather 30 people to rescue Father Calvin, do you understand?"

"I'll notify you right away."

On the vast plain, three chilling military formations have been lined up.

"Boom, boom, boom-"

Under the beating of drums and gongs, the left-wing middle army and right-wing soldiers either raised their rifles or picked up their shields, and paused three times on the ground in unison: