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

"That's right, a pair of reward chain armor, a pair of rattan badges, a set of sheep felt blankets, and a quart of beer. Help him go down to recuperate."

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Olaf was overjoyed. Even though blood was still bubbling from his ribs, he insisted on saluting Feng Sen.

"Take good care of your wounds." Gently patted him on the shoulder, Feng Sen looked at the battle on the swamp and shallows, and seemed to feel Feng Sen's chill, the autumn wind here has become a bit colder.

In the reeds, there were fights everywhere, the blood stained the snow-white reeds red, fell into the dim yellow muddy water, and dyed the muddy muddy water a little red.

The reeds fluttered, and between the reeds and the water and the sky, sword light and hidden arrows shuttled, and screams came and went.

On the way from Badovik to Lune, he must pass through this swamp. Although Feng Sen was on guard, the villagers of Lune did not talk about martial arts, and still found an opportunity to start stealing.

It seems that he got the news from the fugitives of Badovic. In just half a day, the chief of Lune assembled a team of [-] soldiers and took the initiative to attack Feng Sen beside a swamp.

If only the Vikings and the Two Banners were the ones who launched the attack, when the first ambush appeared, it would be the first deserter of the Rebel Army. But unfortunately, although there were nearly 30 casualties, the Rebel Army was still fighting.

The followers firmly believe that the Jingnan Heavenly Soldiers behind them will bring them victory!

And indeed it will be!

Being in a swamp and shoal surrounded by reeds and quagmire, the horses were inconvenient to move and the terrain was narrow, making it impossible to form a large square formation. Feng Sen had to admit that the opponent had exquisite control over the terrain selection and the timing of the surprise attack. If there was no Jingnan Army, They have already won, but unfortunately there is no if.

"Strike the golden gong and blow the trumpet!"

Amidst the sound of the horn, the golden gong sounded one after another. Under the leadership of the various leaders of the Rebel Army, they began to gather as if by conditioned reflex.

"Kill!" There was a sound of stomping, and an earthquake seemed to have occurred under the sea of ​​reeds, and the reeds fell down one after another.

Picking up the long spears and Mo Dao, every seven or eight soldiers of the Jingnan Army formed a small square formation. Each small square formation was not far apart, at most five steps.

Whenever someone jumped out of the reeds, two big guns stabbed towards him. Before anyone could react, the Mo Dao behind the big gun had already scratched the neck, leaving only a head covered in muddy water and staring.

The spear stabbed and the Mo knife slashed. Almost in an instant, a dozen or so warriors from Lune's side fell down, and the remaining Saxon warriors raised their hatchets and weapons, and frantically launched a death charge towards the small phalanxes.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

"Worden, kill these bandits!"

Shocking shouts of killing reverberated wantonly under the sky that seemed to be clothed in a colorful robe of cicada's wings.

In the evening sun, the swaying reeds, the leaping javelins, the boots splashing water on the ground, the long knives and spears advancing alternately, bloody flowers exploded one by one.

"Om!"

Holding the horizontal knife, Feng Sen made a sound, his waist and abdomen twisted, his spine seemed to be a bowstring, and the howling wind swept by, even the air near the blade was faintly twisted.

With Feng Sen as the center, within a semicircle with a radius of two meters, the reeds and the Saxon soldiers in the reeds were cut off at the same time.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Sen stepped back into the battle formation composed of several soldiers. He shook his head, his brain was a little dizzy. Since he got the trait of [Strongness], this was the first time he went into battle to kill an enemy. I have to say that the trait of [Strongness] is really powerful.

The Modao swept at that speed just now, and the pole of the swept Modao was bent. If Feng Sen was allowed to do it, it would either be impossible, or if it was done, he would have to pay the price of a protruding waist disc. But now, although it is still difficult to do it, it is just back pain and shortness of breath.

When the Jingnan Army entered the battlefield, the situation changed immediately. In front of the experienced Jingnan Army teeth soldiers, these small and powerful Lüne tribe militiamen were like groups of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

After they realized that half of the people had been killed or injured, Lune's tribal militia finally collapsed. They yelled at the devil, or fell to their knees, or fled frantically.

Blood stained half of the swamp, and several wild ducks were curiously pecking at the flesh floating on the water.

When the color of the sky changed from golden yellow to egg yellow, Feng Sen's troops finally walked out of the reeds.

When they entered, they only had weapons and three days' luggage in their hands, but when they walked out of the reed marshes, there was already a group of staggering prisoners of war in front of them.

Soon, Lune with stacked thatched huts appeared in front of Feng Sen. It was still the same as Badovic. The village here was at most surrounded by a one-person-high fence. If Feng Sen wanted to attack the city, he only needed to take out the lard and pine tar he brought with him.

But the chief of Lune is obviously a person who knows the general situation. He held a branch inlaid with green emeralds in his hand, and knelt in front of the opened gate of Lune.

"Isn't this Chief Huward of Lüne? Half a day ago, your envoy told me that the Serisians are savage devils and dishonest beasts. Why are they so arrogant and then condescending?" Riding on the horse, Feng Sen drew out his horizontal knife and looked at the Lüne chief who was in his early forties jokingly.

Huward held up the branch in his hand: "That was not my original intention, it was my arrogant and ignorant son who distorted my meaning. We are willing to double the compensation for your goods."

Feng Sen asked coldly: "Do you think that I brought my army to you just to ask for compensation?"

Huward pushed a wooden box in front of Feng Sen's horse's hooves. Feng Sen opened the wooden box with a horse's spear, and in Huward's painful expression, he picked up a human head.

"This is my son's price for offending you, and he deserves it."

Chapter 1 Surrender Lose Half

"He is a disrespectful person, but he is a warrior who fights for his family and friends." Feng Sen shook his head, "Stupid but brave, you are a young man. Find his body and sew his head on. Don't let him die so ugly."

Huward raised his head in surprise: "Thank you for your kindness."

"So, do you know why you kneel in front of me?" Feng Sen got off the horse calmly. With a height of nearly 1.9 meters, Huward, who was just over 1.7 meters tall, was so short.

Huward gritted his teeth: "I offer you our water and soil."

Feng Sen fell silent.

From Feng Sen's point of view, there are two kinds of conquest in the world. One is of course complete conquest, that is, to kill all those in power and replace them with their own people, so that the tentacles of power can reach the bottom.

This way of conquest is of course good, but unfortunately, Feng Sen can't do it, and the reason is very simple. He doesn't have so many political talents who are single-minded with him. He needs nobles and priests to help him manage the grassroots and villages.

Then Feng Sen can only choose the second kind of conquest, let the conquered join his ranks, maintain the superficial conquest, ignore the bottom for the time being, and take care of it later.

This is also the method currently adopted by the Frankish Kingdom. It has to be said that the Frankish Kingdom and colonization are similar to the Western Zhou Dynasty. They first conquered an area, then sent personnel to build strongholds, and then slowly infiltrated power into the grassroots.

However, the colonial personnel sent by the Western Zhou Dynasty were warriors and nobles, and their attitude towards the primitive tribes was basically conquest, while most of the colonial personnel sent by the Frankish side were priests, and their attitude towards the local tribes was assimilation.

The Western Zhou Dynasty was an excellent conqueror, but not a good assimilator. This can be seen from the genetic testing of later generations. Those local tribes were basically killed, and there was not much paternal blood handed down at all.

But in Western Europe, in Germany, the mixed blood of many primitive tribes has been handed down to this day, because they have an attitude of assimilation and missionary towards "barbarians". , the level of science and technology is not much different from generation to generation, so there is this way of conquest.

Although Feng Sen took away the nobles of Badovic and let the low-level slaves and enslaved people fill the power vacuum, but he did not intend to continue to do so. These low-level people are not talented enough, and it is estimated that they will be ostracized or induced by those smart people in a short time.

Feng Sen could not guarantee their loyalty.

Besides, even if Feng Sen killed all the upper-class nobles, his reputation would basically be stink in the noble circles, which is why he did not kill the priests and nobles of Badovic, but brought them all the way to Lune.

Therefore, he can only give them a superficial conquest according to the rules of this era, and then take care of them slowly.

"I don't want your water and soil, I want your people." Feng Sen patted Huward on the shoulder, "I hope to reach some treaties with you, very simple treaties...Let's find a place to discuss in detail."

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Huward, who returned home and changed into clean clothes, walked out of the gate of Lune again. Directly opposite the gate of Lune, a military camp rose from the ground. Countless women, children and residents of Lune stood outside the fence, panicking. And looked in sadly and angrily.

In the barracks, a fence was erected. Nearly [-] militiamen and noble warriors were stripped of their weapons and clothes, only wrapped in a layer of cloth around their waists.

On Huward's way to the barracks, passers-by standing on the side of the road cast their eyes on him one after another, including the sad and expectant eyes of women and children, the fearful and contemptuous eyes of nobles, and the spurned and angry eyes of young people.

They love him, and they hate him. Seward seems to be ten years older. In one day today, he lost his hometown, lost his son, lost the respect of everyone, and lost his dignity as a Goyle.

Huward looked up at the beautiful blue and purple sunset, the evening wind was coiled, and the air was refreshing and charming.

Under the leadership of the two coats, Huward entered the main camp. In the main camp, there was a large copper bowl standing upright, but this bowl was slightly deep, and why was there a small chimney in the middle of the bowl?

Seeing Huward coming, Feng Sen grinned: "Have you eaten?"

The truth of this question made Huward not think: "Uh, uh, not yet..."

"If you haven't eaten, sit down and eat together. It's time for dinner. I'm not used to talking to people on an empty stomach."

Sitting in front of the hot pot, Huward looked at the boiling white soup in a large bowl in embarrassment. People in this era had no tableware, and they ate food with their hands, and at most they added a piece of wood to scoop it up.

Feng Sen picked up a plate of hanging dragon, that is, beef tenderloin, and put it in the copper hot pot. After simmering for less than ten seconds, he quickly picked it up and put it in a small plate, which contained a sauce made of onion, garlic and cheese.

Since there was no mustard and sesame in Europe in this era, Feng Sen could only use cheese instead of sesame paste. Although it might be labeled heresy in modern times, this is the Middle Ages, and naturally not many people care about Feng Sen.

Spread the sauce all over the boiled Niutiaolong, Feng Sen sucked it, and the whole meat roll flowed into Feng Sen's mouth.

Seeing Huward staring blankly, Feng Sen picked up a piece of thin beef with chopsticks with a smile: "In Siris, this was once the tableware used by the nobles. If we use it, we won't let it go. Hands become greasy, but also keep body and clothes clean."

Huward was a little dazed. He imitated Feng Sen's posture and tried to chuck the beef on the plate, but he tried many times but failed. He got angry, took a chopstick in one hand, and forced the beef in this way. Put it in the hot pot.

Watching Feng Sen put the beef into the soup easily and gracefully, stroke it twice, and then put it into his mouth. During the whole process, neither his hands nor his clothes will be stained with gravy and sauce.

Looking at his own chopsticks in both hands, Seward was inexplicably ashamed. Compared with Feng Sen, he, Gore, was more like a country bumpkin.

"Actually, I'm only 17 years old this year, so I shouldn't be drinking, but since no one cares about me, why not?" After drinking a glass of beer, Feng Sen saw the embarrassment and shame of interrupting Huward, " Come here, give Chief Lune a knife and a wooden stick, oh yes, and a few more bottles of beer."

With minced garlic and cheese sauce, Huward and Feng Sen ate more than four catties of beef, but most of it went into Feng Sen's stomach. Huward was a little cautious at first, but after a few glasses of beer, he also felt a little elated.

"Eat and drink enough." Feng Sen asked someone to remove the hot pot from the table, leaving only a few plates of cold cut lamb, cheese mixed with gooseberries and other cold dishes. "It's time for us to talk about business."

Huward, who was a little dizzy, immediately woke up. He swallowed, put down the wine glass in his hand, and waited for Feng Sen's judgment.

Chapter 1 Kalkberg Mountain

"First of all, we want you to realize one thing—that is, we have defeated you, and the victor should have everything." Feng Sen stretched out a finger to Huward, "This is the most important premise."

"I can assure you that I see this. It's just that many of my subjects don't, and if they were provoked they might overthrow me and have my nephew or I'm not sure whether my uncle can still recognize this when he is promoted to the position of Gore."

Feng Sen narrowed his eyes, he could feel the threat hidden in Huward's humble words: "I will guarantee your seat in Goyle, don't let me down.

Of course, if there is such a day and your successor cannot see the situation clearly, I will kill all the adults in Lüne and sell the children and women as slaves.

I don't think you would like to have such a day, do you? "

"Of course, of course." A few drops of sweat appeared on Huward's forehead.

"Second, I came to conquer you this time in the name of revenge and regaining lost land. Therefore, your land must be taken under my hands. Do you agree? If you answer no, it is useless. I will not agree to your disagreement."

Huward's cheek twitched. "I agree."

"Very good." Feng Sen laughed, "Then tomorrow, you need to declare to the outside world that you oppose the rebels of Vidukind and Uda, and form the Hanlu Alliance, that is, the alliance between Hamburg and Lüne.

In this alliance, we Hamburg will be the leader, and when you are attacked by others, we will send troops to protect you or avenge you.

But correspondingly, when we send troops, you should follow us, and when we are attacked, you should also help defend. At the same time, in your Lune, those with assets of more than [-] sheep will all be moved to Badovic, and I will be directly under my control. "

"I'm afraid those nobles will not agree." Huward smiled wryly.

"Then give them a reason they can't refuse." Feng Sen replied without hesitation, "My barracks has all the force of Lune, so think about it, Huward."

"I, I will try my best."

"Okay, the third thing." Feng Sen straightened his back and changed his posture, "As the leader, the benefit I give you is that I will build a trading post in Lune to be in charge of trade, and at the same time, I will build a monastery in Badovic.

The monastery took about three years, and the initial construction took about half a year. After the initial construction was completed, the children of all those whose assets were greater than two hundred sheep had to go to the monastery for a three-year training period.

Well, I also want to build a saltworks and a mine in Kalkberg. Of course, I will have the ownership of the saltworks and mines as the earl's private property. You don't have any objections, do you? "

"No." Huward said bitterly, "Honorable Earl, I would like to ask those prisoners of war, what price do we need to pay to redeem them."

Feng Sen picked up a gooseberry and threw it into his mouth: "Don't worry, we won't kill the prisoners, and I also allow them to have contact with their families, but these prisoners of war also have to be punished, and this punishment is reform through labor.

They need to help us build salt farms and mining farms in Kalkberg for a period of one year. I remember that most of you are fishing, hunting and animal husbandry, and you don’t have much land? "

"Yes."

"It doesn't matter, I will send people to help you plant and open up wasteland. Of course, the rural areas are still controlled by you, and I will not interfere."

"Thank you for your kindness."

"Very good." Feng Sen nodded with satisfaction, and walked to the 40-year-old man, "Should, don't be sour, just smile, you won't know what you have brought to your village, and they will appreciate you in the future."

"I hope so." Huward drank the beer in his glass.

After reaching an agreement with Huward, Feng Sen left about 800 men and led [-] cavalry to Kalkberg himself.

Kalkberg is about two or three kilometers away from Lüne. It is a gentle, low mountain with a height of about 80 meters. Starting from Lüne, Feng Sen's horse team stepped on the delicate green grass and walked under the cloud for about half an hour. The top of Kalkberg Mountain appeared in front of Feng Sen's eyes.

The Kalkberg Mountain is quite strange, like the bald head of a middle-aged man. It is often a bare mountain, followed by a continuous clump of grass and trees.

After getting off the horse, Feng Sen stomped on the ground, but it no longer had the trembling feeling of the sandy soil before, and the grassland also changed from sparse and low grass to dense long grass and wild flowers.

Stepping on the green grass, the soft grass has spread over the ankles and reached the calf. Feng Sen walked slowly on the grass with the flying mane, and there was a feeling of walking in a green stream.

Several farmers carrying pitchforks emerged from a corner. They first stopped and observed for a while in a daze, until the [-] cavalrymen appeared behind them, and then they ran towards their village in a panic.

Resignedly waving his hand, Huward's other youngest son, Ebrard, rode up to pave the way for them before Feng Sen arrived.

Looking at the back of Ebrard's departure, Feng Sen was suddenly a little dull. Before setting off, he had inspired the hearts of the people for so long and dispatched nearly half of the troops. As a result, only two battles were fought, and the rest surrendered with the wind.

Feng Sen said that it was really unpleasant, but Feng Sen also knew that this was the best choice for Lune or Hamburg.

After walking for another ten minutes, Ebrard led a group of Saxon villagers to stand on the dirt road at the entrance of the village, waiting for Feng Sen's arrival.

Below Kalkberg, there is a settlement belonging to Kalkberg. The villagers here make a living by mining stones and raising livestock. The population is about six hundred. In Lune, where the average village population is fifty or sixty, this is already a large settlement.

Of course, since Kalkberg has salt mines, besides animal husbandry, the local people also have an important income item, that is, salt rocks.

Very early on, people often picked up salt stones in the caves of Kalkberg. This kind of salt stones is a natural natural sodium chloride crystal. In many medieval prescriptions, salt stones are rare medicines. Each pound of salt stones can even be compared to gold of equal weight.