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

The autumn is crisp, and even the blue sky of Pijon is clear. More than 1000 Hamburg troops are slowly walking through the forest roads on both sides of the Ilmenau River. Compared with the dense and appropriate forests of later generations, there are virgin forests everywhere at this time.

This forest path can only accommodate three or five people walking side by side at most, and it is covered with shrubs and branches. Feng Sen even had to ask people to cut down trees at the front in advance. When encountering some crowded trees, Even had to detour.

Feng Sen had considered this situation before, so he deliberately chose the route of the Ilmenau River. In this way, most of the soldiers could travel on Viking longships.

But in many cases, the actual implementation of the plan was not as smooth as imagined. As a tributary of the Elbe River, the Ilmenau River was too shallow in many places, and Feng Sen's large ship could not navigate at all.

As a result, Feng Sen could only let the boats and rafts with a capacity of five or six people move forward on the Ilmenau River with their luggage, while the soldiers disembarked and walked on foot. As a result, the original journey could be completed in two days, but it was dragged to three days before arriving.

Feng Sen finally understood why Charlemagne was so slow in gathering the army before the start of the fight. Regardless of institutional factors, even material conditions could not make them gather faster.

After cutting down trees for three days and abruptly widening the original dirt road, Hamburg's army finally reached the edge of the dense forest.

After clearing out the surrounding shrubs and small trees, everything in front of me suddenly became clear.

On the rolling hills stretching to the horizon, there are only a few scattered juniper trees.

Under the tree, a little shepherd is driving a bleating sheep, wandering in this wasteland, and the dense and unknown purple flowers have coated the pale yellow earth with a layer of purple coating.

This is the Lüneburg Heath, which was formed after the Neolithic period. Dense forests were once widely distributed here, just like the forest road that Fengsen passed by before, but due to overgrazing and logging, it has become barren. sandy soil.

There were a few fetid marshes in the hollows between the hills, but they were also dotted with pools of clear water, and streams gurgled through the heath.

Not far from this wasteland, at the junction with the Ilmenau River, little cooking smoke was rising from the river, hiding behind the slopes and bushes, Feng Sen vaguely saw a yellow pointed roof.

Here is Vonsen's destination and outpost, Badovic, where Charles will join the Slavs of Eupolit 12 years later to defeat the Saxons who rebelled again.

Standing on the slope, Feng Sen waited for the soldiers to put on their armor, then waved the horizontal knife in his hand at Badovik expressionlessly: "He will take it for me!"

Three hundred cavalrymen of the Jingnan Army stood behind to supervise the battle, and the four hundred Yi Congjun troops formed a neat formation according to their usual training, and charged towards Badovic.

Badovic's people quickly discovered the existence of the Rebel Army. Soon after a desolate horn sounded, the deserted wasteland suddenly became lively. Under the mobilization of priests and elders, the whole village was mobilized.

However, there are only 800 people in Badovic, and there are even many people who are fishing or hunting outside, and there are only nearly 600 people staying near the village, including the elderly, weak, women and children.

The army dispatched by Feng Sen has a total of 400 people, and the number of the army is almost equal to their population.

Soon, more than 200 trembling militiamen were pushed out by the elders and priests and began to fight.

It has to be said that it was a strange sight for the army on the opposite side to keep running away while marching. When the confrontation with the rebel army was fought, only about half of them were left. Most of the remaining people were hunters and young men.

The Saxons may be unbearable in Fila as a whole, but Feng Sen still appreciates their individual bravery and fighting will. They actually have the courage to face the enemy head-on in such a battle that they know is to die, but courage cannot be turned into a real weapon.

"Attack!"

Countless Vikings and former Saxon rebel prisoners of war who were present made a thrilling "whoosh" sound again, only this time, the flying arrows were sent from their own side.

"what--"

"Raise your shield!"

"I don't have a shield, let me hide!"

"Come on!"

"Whoosh, whoosh—"

After two rounds of arrow rain, the ground was full of wailing Saxon warriors.

When Feng Sen arrived at the scene, the slaves were already cleaning the battlefield. Some of the seriously injured were repaired with a knife, and those with minor injuries were tied up with leather ropes, and the auxiliary soldiers of the two banners escorted them to move on.

The rebels were speeding towards Badovic's village. Soon, the entire village was driven to the open space outside the village, and the villagers who were working outside were also brought back.

The villagers and captives in their early [-]s knelt on the ground in horror. They looked at the crossbows in the hands of the Yi Congjun and the Jingnan Army and the heads hanging from their waists, and their bodies trembled slightly.

"Everyone, I would like to introduce myself first. My name is Feng Sen, and I am the Earl of Hamburg in the Frankish Kingdom. I came here this time to attack you for one purpose. I believe you all know that you robbed our caravan , and defected to the rebels—we are here for revenge!" Feng Sen grabbed the hair of a human head and showed it to the crowd. Wherever the head looked, the faces of the villagers were all pale.

"However, as a believer of Heavenly Father, I love peace and cherish life, and I don't want to hurt innocent people, so—" Feng Sen's expression suddenly changed when he said this, "All nobles and priests come out!"

Standing in front of this group of captives, Feng Sen glanced around. In fact, he had already seen who was a nobleman and a priest. He could tell who was who just by his manners and clothes, but he deliberately didn't say anything but asked them to Identify yourself.

Looking at the many Badovic villagers who were just muttering and dare not speak, Feng Sen pulled the rein with a half-smile: "Don't say it, okay, don't say it."

He waved his hand: "I want 30 people, and you recommend them yourself. I will count to sixty, and if it exceeds sixty, I will kill one of you for every ten more. From now on." Feng Sen turned his back, looked up at the blue sky, and counted loudly in Saxon slowly:

"One, two, three..., fifty-nine, sixty."

Turning around, thirty Badovic villagers in ragged clothes were squatting in despair on the open space in front of Feng Sen. Most of them were thin and short. From time to time, one or two villagers who were pushed out tried to escape, but were forced back by the rest.

Sure enough, most of these people in the village were slaves and poor people, while the nobles, priests, and rich peasants shrank at the end of the line. If it weren't for Feng Sen's sharp eyes, they would hardly be seen.

"Very good, you are all courageous people." Feng Sen drew a horizontal knife from his waist, and put it on the neck of a slave who was about to piss, "I will count by dozens, and identify a priest. You die! Ten, nine..."

"The one with the fur hat, he's a priest, he's a priest!" the slave howled in pain.

"Go, pull him out."

After a burst of noise, an old priest with a pale face was dragged out of the crowd by the soldiers.

"Very good." Feng Sen patted the slave's face with a horizontal knife, "You can choose three people now, they won't be killed, go choose."

"It's the same for the rest of the people. Everyone should identify a nobleman or priest, or die. Give me your answers before the sun reaches the top of the pine tree." Feng Sen waved the horizontal knife in his hand, smiling like a demon.

You know, in a village of 800 people, there are at most three or two priests and four or five nobles with their families, but there are a total of 30 slaves in this group of slaves, so who should give the extra places?

The rest of the villagers gathered around the thirty poor people and slaves, bowed to him or gave him gifts, and some even pushed their daughters into their arms. You know, they just kicked these poor people out as scapegoats 3 minutes ago.

And during the 10 minutes when the sun set on the top of the pine trees, Feng Sen didn't know how many interest exchanges and competitions would take place, but he knew that the village had been torn apart by him.

"Wait a while, appoint these slaves as ten households, read to them our two-flag system, let them be responsible for managing this group of prisoners of war, and we will take away all those who are designated."

"Zhao Baihu, Qi Baihu, you two will take care of them with your troops. Old Sun, you take [-] cavalry to guard them and count their belongings. For the rest, let's set off and continue to Lüne!"

Chapter 1 Enemy Attack!

The afternoon sun was more dazzling than the early morning. On the Lune Wasteland under the scorching sun, various green grasses and wild flowers swayed gently with the wind. A fat rabbit poked its head out of a hole in the soil curiously, but what met it was a huge horseshoe.

"grumble--"

The hare quickly retracted into the soil hole.

Riding on a horse, Feng Sen's left is Wang Sima, and his right is the personal guard Sun Shijiang, and the group of Viking slaves are led by Arvo.

Feng Sen looked back, and Arvo was leading the horse and walking with the group of big Vikings. Many big Vikings had a lot of bruises on their faces, which also made them understand that many of the big Vikings Powerful Shieldmaid's abilities and strength.

"How? How is the property and livestock counted?" Feng Sen asked Wang Sima.

"A total of almost 750 sheep, 170 cows, 110 pigs, and [-] horses. In addition, there are [-] furs, and [-] chickens and ducks. As for grains such as rye and barley, they have not been counted."

"That's right. There aren't many vast forests on the Lune Wasteland. It's really not easy to raise pigs. I heard that Lune requires the villages under it to pay livestock every year?" Feng Sen turned his head and asked Cui Xutuo. He is in charge of the spies investigating the situation, "Judge Cui, tell me more."

"Yes." Cui Xutuo nodded, "The Saxons are named after Gower, for example, Brunswick has three tribes with different names, but they are named after Brunswick because Brunswick is their Gower.

Although Lune has four tribes: Celle, Uelzen, Walsrode and Lune, this place is still called Lune. There are three main settlements under Lune, Kalkberg, Badovic and Lune.

Among them, Lunegaur lived in Lune, and they would lead their soldiers to each village to collect tribute every year. For example, Kalkberg had to pay pork and stones, while Badovic had to pay fish and livestock every year. "

"It's quite similar to the Ross people's tour of Sorgon." Feng Sen let out a sneer from his nose.

The so-called "Russians' parade of Sorgon" is actually the fact that the princes of Ross took their personal troops to the villages under their rule to ask for protection fees. This happened every winter, and they even robbed people in addition to money and food.

In particular, the tradition of robbing people has existed in this era. Powerful Slavic lords will specially select subjects from under their rule and sell them as slaves. Many slaves here are now Slavic.

You must know that the original meaning of the Slavs is slave, which means slaves. The Slavs in Feng Sen's hands were sold by those Slavic princes and lords. Many slave traders were subordinates of the Slavic lords, and even the lords themselves.

For some Slavic lords, their subjects are almost no different from raising dogs and pigs.

"Jieshuai." A Jingnan Army scout in light armor suddenly returned from the front, "Lüne sent an envoy to see you."

"Oh? Where is he?"

"Seres from Hamburg!" The young man with a pony stood alone in front of Feng Sen, "Stop, I am the son of Lünegaur, the son of the chief of Lüne Village, Keza!"

Around the young envoy, there were still two attendants standing, but they were both disarmed.

"I, a noble Saxon Gower, representing all the tribes of Lüne, have come to inquire about the purpose of your trip here."

"Intent, you still want to ask us about our intention?" Feng Sen's face was cold, his brows gradually raised, "Where did the caravan I sent five days ago go? Where did our goods worth thousands of solidars go?"

"Damn it, we didn't rob your caravan."

"It's useless not to admit it, my people have seen it."

"We have no reason to..."

"This group of heroic businessmen also told me a piece of news. They saw that you warmly received Uda's envoys. Maybe it was because of this that you killed them. This is the reason!"

"Slander, this is slander!" The young Keza blushed, "You, you...Okay, okay, then what do you have to do before you are willing to retreat? We can compensate you a thousand solididas."

"A thousand solididas for each missing person. This is your custom, I remember. At the same time, you have to pay for all our troops."

"Impossible, are all the people in that caravan nobles?"

The blood money tradition on the Saxon side is the compensation after the murder, which is 1200 solida for nobles and 200 solidar for free people.

"To you Saxons, they are nobles." Feng Sen said with a smile on his lips, "I calculated, and the total is [-] solidars. If you want cash, from me to Lune, I will give you such a long time to raise money from me to Lune. Isn't it very kind?"

"Fifteen thousand solidars?!" Keza even broke his voice when he asked this sentence, "All the tribes in Anglia can't afford that much money!"

"You can also take the land as a mortgage, how about ten hectares for one Solidar?"

"We don't have that much land, and it's impossible to give you that much land."

"That is nothing to talk about."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Keza took a deep breath, "You never thought about resolving this matter peacefully, did you?"

"Since I already know that you and the Wuda rebels secretly communicated, I can't just sit idly by!" Feng Sen Dayi waved his hand awe-inspiringly, "What's more, the sword is out of its sheath, without some blood, how can I go back?"

"You savage devils, dishonest bastards, damned inferiors!" Keza pointed at Feng Sen's nose and cursed, "You will pay the price! The brave Saxons will Defeat your army, and destroy your Hamburg, we will kill all the Siris!"

"Hahahahaha!" Feng Sen couldn't help laughing loudly, and many Jingnan cavalry around him also laughed.

Hearing Feng Sen's laughter, Keza's face became more and more distorted. He jumped and continued to point at Feng Sen and scold him.

Feng Sen rubbed his aching stomach from laughing: "What an ignorant boy, knock out all his teeth, let them report back to Lune."

Regardless of this episode, Feng Sen and Hamburg's army continued to move forward. After walking for almost an hour, the slow army finally came to a shoal. Large patches of reeds line this narrow path.

"It's a little troublesome." Feng Sen silently calculated the length of the path, and asked Cui Xutuo, "Is there any other way to pass?"

"Yes, but we have to go back, go north, and finally go south. It will take about half a day. I'm afraid we will spend the night outside first."

Feng Sen frowned: "Everyone draw their bows and shoot two rounds at the reed first."

He took off the bow and arrow hanging from the saddle, and almost [-] arrows fell into the reeds in two rounds, but there was no movement or bloody smell except for stirring up a bunch of wild ducks.

"The Yi Cong army is in front, marching in armor, the axe goes first, and cuts down the reeds to open the way."

"Here!"

Soon, more than 800 volunteers entered the reed marshes in a neat line, and there was no other sound except the rustling and footsteps.

Just as Feng Sen was about to enter the reed marsh, a scream suddenly sounded, and then several javelins flew up above the reed marsh visible to the naked eye.

Then the noisy shouting and killing accompanied by various howls suddenly sounded in the reeds.

"Enemy attack!"

Chapter 1 Win!

In the turbid muddy water, footsteps alternately splashed countless rotten sewage, and on the shallows covered with reeds, two strong men, one tall and one short, were fighting like wild beasts.

"Oh--"

Accompanied by the roar of furious battle, the Viking soldier swung a heavy axe and slashed head-on, while the short warrior holding a short sword on the opposite side was brisk, retreating instead of advancing, and moved away from the center line to the right left of the Viking soldier.

Before the Viking soldier could stop, the little Saxon warrior rushed forward with a dagger in his hand, the tip of the sword grazed the air, and stabbed the Viking soldier's ribs fiercely.

bingo!He could clearly feel the feeling of the dagger in his hand cutting through flesh and blood.

Just when he raised his head in ecstasy, the Vikings did not fall down.

The Viking twisted his face, and even took a step forward. He dropped the axe. He grabbed the left cheek of the Saxon warrior with one hand and smashed it with his right hand. Two bloody arrows sprayed out from the Saxon's nostrils. Fist, everything yellow, white, red, and purple flowed out of the eye sockets.

Kicking the corpse away with one kick, the Viking soldier pulled out his dagger from his ribs, and waved it towards his companions in a mighty manner.

"Good man!" Feng Sen pushed aside the reeds, swung a knife and cut down a person who was trying to sneak up on him. He asked in the half-baked Norse language he learned from Arvo, "What's your name?"

"My name is Olaf."

"You have the same name as the Olaf who attacked Bremen?"

"That Olaf is the timid but lucky Olaf, and I am the strong but unlucky Olaf." Covering his wound with his hand, the North man, also named Olaf, stood with difficulty.