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

They are running away.

In this way, the Battle of Fort Buckle ended quickly in just one hour.

Of course Feng Sen would not let them escape so easily.

"Get on the horse!" Feng Sen laughed loudly and shouted, "Kneel down and don't kill, chase for a mile."

"Uncle Theodoric, look, they won, they won!" Although he couldn't understand the situation on the battlefield, at least Ador could tell who was chasing whom.

She was jumping for joy, with a smile on her face.

Theodoric didn't answer, his face was flushed, and the fingers of his hands were almost stuck into the wooden wall.

"Calvin, you old liar, you have deceived a pious and righteous man's feelings and family property!" Diodoric gritted his teeth and said.

And when he saw Feng Sen's army chasing the enemy on horseback, Theodoric almost fainted, and he sat on the ground dejectedly.

"I'm so stupid, really, how can I really believe that a ten-year-old kid can persuade a mercenary army? How can I trust that old priest who speaks eloquently? It's over, it's over."

Theodoric felt that he was simply bewildered, how could he sign the contract in a daze?

Damn it, who would have thought that a mercenary army could gather three hundred knights and nine hundred foot warriors? !Such a configuration is enough to support the skeleton of an army!

Chapter 9 The Battle of Santer Mountain

When the broken round shields and spears scattered all over the green field, the finishing work of this fight was drawing to a close.

Most of the Saxon soldiers failed to escape. Feng Sen and his party drove away the remnants of the Saxon soldiers like Bohai people hunting, consuming their physical strength.

Taking advantage of the horses, the soldiers of the Jingnan Army kept firing arrows, outflanking and driving them away from both sides, while the more than 1000 Saxon soldiers who were trying to retreat changed from retreating to retreating, and finally turned into fleeing.

In front of a wide river, Feng Sen finally stopped pursuing.

In the end, the Saxon soldiers escaped across the river. It is estimated that there were less than 1000 of them.

The sun at nine o'clock in the morning is the most prosperous time, and the water waves are like the sleeves of dancers dancing, but they are embroidered with golden silk borders.

Looking back at the soldiers who came all the way, the sweat on their faces reflected the golden glow of the sun, Feng Sen turned his horse's head and raised the horizontal knife in his hand towards them.

In an instant, there were cheers and applause one after another.

As a real man, Feng Sen couldn't help feeling a little emotional, and he looked back at the soldiers proudly.

With such a strong army, the world is so big, where can't it go, what can't it do?

Maybe I don't need Charlemagne, maybe I can get the crown, or even the crown!

Infinite pride surged up and down in his chest. At this moment, Feng Sen felt that he was about to explode. He was driving the flying mane, only to hear the horse's hooves clattering seven times. He looked at the river and whispered softly:

"I chased the enemy to the river today, and I felt that the waves of the river were wide. The smoke and light piled up thinly, and there were two layers of ice and fire."

"Okay!" Zhang Shicheng who was next to him suddenly clapped his palms and laughed, "This poem looks like a poem about rivers, but it is actually a poem about love. The words are fresh and elegant, quite reminiscent of He's legacy."

"What is the legacy of the He family?" Han Shizhong stroked his beard dissatisfied, "In my opinion, it is far superior to the He family."

"Does Captain Han know who the He family is?" Wang Sima, who was usually passing by while counting the trophies, suddenly asked curiously.

"Yes, a poet."

"I meant his name."

"Isn't your name He Shi?"

"Okay, okay, let's go." Feng Sen felt that his enthusiasm for reciting poems and arrogance for hegemony had flowed away with the wide waves.

On the way to withdraw troops from Mingjin, Feng Sen suddenly felt that the Clausewitz engine, which had not been moved for a long time, gave a new reminder:

【Battle of Bucked】

【Hearty victory】

[In Fort Baker, your army defeated an army of [-] Saxons with thousands of bends. The Saxons and Franks present can testify—this is a demonic army! 】

[Your legend begins to spread in Saxony, monthly prestige +1]

This is really a big surprise for Feng Sen. Will there be rewards for winning the battle?

Feng Sen originally thought about how long it would take to reach the prestige requirements of [Invite Warriors] or [Invite Craftsmen] with 2 prestige points per month. It took him a full 100 prestige to recruit Kang Dezhen, the Sogdian doctor, with [Invite Physician].

I didn't expect, oh, I didn't expect that as long as you win the battle, you can earn prestige, so you will fight more in the future.

When Feng Sen and others drove the captives to the original camp, Earl Theodoric was already waiting in front of the camp with a smile on his face.

On his left, Ador is riding a docile filly with his head held up triumphantly, while on his right is a noble lady sitting in a carriage.

She has long blond hair that is naturally curly and pale. She looks like she has just recovered from a long illness, but her eyes are piercing.

The woman was wearing a purple-gray Roman cloak with a slim blue dress inside, and the subtle curves were fully revealed by the dress.

Accompanied by Master Zhenhui beside him, before Feng Sen could speak, he heard the woman lift her skirt with both hands, squat her knees slightly, and bowed her head and said:

"Thank you, noble from the East, you saved the life of my only daughter."

"It's all a gift from Heavenly Father." Feng Sen replied.

"It's also your kindness. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to me, and I will do my best to help you." Geersu Yinda said sincerely.

"No need to do that, this is what I should do, no one can bear to see a beautiful princess being insulted by these barbarians."

"You must be Earl Theodoric." Feng Sen's expression became playful when he turned his gaze to the middle-aged man in the middle.

Theodoric wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, and replied: "Yes, thank you for your rescue, which saved our lives and suppressed the Saxon rebellion."

"Are there only these 5000 people in the Saxon rebellion?" Feng Sen was a little curious. Could it be that Charlemagne captured 5000 of these 500 people?This ratio is a bit abnormal.

"No, no, that's not the case." Theodoric quickly shook his head and said, "There are [-] Saxon elite warriors and [-] Norse and Dan mercenaries, but they didn't care about us. They just left the [-] Saxon peasants and soldiers, and then divided up and went north to Bremen."

"Dan people? Norse people?" Feng Sen scratched his head, "How did they get involved?"

"The leader of the rebel army, Vidukind, is a cousin of the Danish King Schifer. He borrowed hundreds of elite Danish warriors from him, and hired a group of Norse robbers." Theodoric replied, Observing Feng Sen's expression, "Don't worry, King Karl's army will calm them down soon."

"You have been fighting fiercely all morning. I think you are also tired. The celebration banquet has been prepared in the castle. I sincerely invite you to attend this thank-you banquet." Geersu Yinda walked up slowly, her The voice is low, but it has a lark-like tact, "Have you asked for your full name yet?"

"Feng Sen, according to what you said, it should be Luoshan Feng." Luoshan is Feng Sen's word, "But the celebration banquet should not be held in the castle, it should be outside. I hope to stay with my soldiers."

"but……"

"There is nothing but, my soldiers and I need to rest and recuperate. You don't need to be too grateful to me. The rescue of Bucked was entrusted by Princess Ador. I have always upheld the principle of justice."

Feng Sen stopped talking, then looked at Earl Theodoric slowly and said, "The so-called fairness means that you get what you pay for, fair trade, and no deceit. Since I accepted the princess's employment, I must do it."

"You are a noble person, Your Excellency Feng Sen." Geersu Yinda said with some emotion.

She knew about her daughter's contract of one gold coin. In her opinion, this was a just battle, but this kind young man was unwilling to accept their thanks.

Theodoric's face turned pale, what a noble fart, there is no such thing as nobleness, it's just because someone is carrying a load.

Since the celebration banquet had to be changed and the number of people increased, Theodoric had to postpone the banquet until the evening, and the Jingnan Army just needed to rest and replenish supplies.

In the military account.

After arranging all the tents, Feng Sen fanned the wind with a protective mirror, and entered the Chinese army's big tent. Several scribes under Wang Sima were sorting out the writing.

"Wang Sima, have you got all the statistics?"

Wang Sima nodded, took out a blank piece of paper, compared the Arabic numerals on it and said: "This battle, our army has [-] to [-], and it takes an hour and a half.

Our army killed 4 people in battle, 121 people were slightly injured, and 7 people were seriously injured.

A total of 577 enemy soldiers were killed in battle, 725 were slightly injured, 159 were seriously injured, more than 1000 escaped, and 1215 were captured, of which more than [-]% were young and strong men. "

"The severely wounded prisoners don't need to be treated. Give them a good time. The corpses of the soldiers who died in battle will be erected near the monument. I will go to summon the souls myself later." Feng Sen pondered for a while and then said, "Let Monk Zhenhui go to Earl Huren to ask for some medicinal materials and blacksmiths, and the damaged weapons and armor must also be maintained.

As for those corpses, they should be burned and buried as soon as possible to prevent plague.

Later, you go to urge those outside, get out the shift schedule as soon as possible, and the soldiers who are sentry at night can go to the castle to drink and have fun in advance.

By the way, tell those bastards not to force the female captives, I have already asked the barbarian Earl to find some wandering peasant women who are not seriously ill, and they will pay what they have to pay, don't go whoring for nothing..."

In this way, Feng Sen said, Wang Sima wrote more than a dozen articles one after another, covering almost everything from diet to weapons, from weather to people's hearts.

Sometimes Feng Sen felt that he was simply a nanny, and the soldiers were like children who hadn't graduated from kindergarten. No matter how comprehensive they were, they could always show themselves some new tricks.

Maybe it's because this group of people are too capable, capable people always have a little personality, let alone a martial artist who is born with force?

Sometimes Feng Sen can really empathize with the group of scholar-bureaucrats in the Northern Song Dynasty. The uncontrolled martial arts are simply a powder keg, which not only hurts others, but also hurts himself.

Too much Wude is not a good thing.

Chapter 10 Is Charlie's concubine moist?

When the sky was dark, Feng Sen, who had slept for half the afternoon, finally walked out of the tent.

The fiery red sunset dyed the clouds in the sky into a gradual purple. From Feng Sen's perspective, the endless plain stretched into the distance, and at the end stood several low mountains that merged with the sky.

When they came to the camp, some Saxon prisoners were digging tunnels and burying tents under the supervision of the soldiers.

This Saxon camp was originally a small village of Frankish immigrants, but now there are not many Frankish farmers here, and they were all killed by the Saxons.

However, the houses in the village remained, and Feng Sen strolled leisurely through the village along the low fence along the dirt road soaked in horse manure and cow dung for many years.

After coming to Europa for such a long time, it was the first time he had seen the humanities here, so he naturally had to take a closer look.

The number of people in this village will not be too many, probably more than 50 people and less than a hundred people.

Along a long straight road, there are crooked mud houses on the left and farm fields and pastures on the right.

The houses of old Frankish farmers are basically wooden structures, and Feng Sen can clearly see that there are wooden strips and straw binding the mud walls between the two wooden pillars.

The outer walls of these houses are not high, about the shoulders of people. When entering, you have to bend over and bow your head. The long herringbone roofs made of straw cover the khaki walls and meet in the center.

There is no such thing as a functional room in a Frankish house. The house is a whole big room. In the center of the room is a blue-gray hearth surrounded by pebbles, and you can still see the black color of the firewood after burning.

And the inner side of the house is the cattle pen. Yes, the Franks at this time will bring the livestock into the house and live under the same roof without a special corral.

In one corner of the house is the most valuable piece of furniture in the house, the bed.

This bed is so big that when you fall asleep at night, a family of seven or eight will sleep on the same bed, surrounded by the mooing of old cows and annoying fleas.

From the beginning of the village to the end of the village, on the square outside the village, the lieutenants of the army were already waiting here.

On this flat and clean ground, clusters of bonfires have already risen, and almost every bonfire has a roasted pig, lamb or deer on it. Maids and cooks dressed in coarse clothes walk in front of the bonfire, offering ale or fruit wine to the soldiers.

A drop of honey water flowed down the maroon-like crispy pig skin, followed by the saliva in Zhang Shicheng's mouth, besides these roasted pigs, there were roasted chickens and ducks.

Feng Sen knew that this group of people were not used to the local chicken recipe, so he notified Theodoric in advance to handle it himself. The cooks from the supply camp took out the iron pot and made roast chicken and soup.

Anyway, Feng Sen wouldn't drink their apple stew.

I don't know why, but the people here like to make cooked food with fruit, which is really strange.

In the very center of the square, Earl Theodoric, Geersuinda and others were already waiting at the long table covered with white cloth.

"Feng, here!"

Once she was safe, Ador completely liberated the vivacious personality she inherited from her father.

She was wearing a water-blue skirt with wavy folds at the moment. She ran up in two or three steps, grabbed Feng Sen's arm, and invited him to sit down.

"Sorry for being late, I'm too tired today." Feng Sen spoke in Latin proficiently, but unfortunately, only Theodoric and Geersuinda could speak Latin, and most of the time, the rest of the little nobles just listened.

"Honorable guests are often the last to arrive." Theodoric smiled and raised his glass, "Thank you for the gift of Heavenly Father."

"Thank you for the gift of Heavenly Father." All the people present read together, and the dinner officially began.

The wooden or pottery dishes are served by the maids as if they are flying around.

The steak grilled with blood was sprinkled with unknown green spices, the wooden barrel was split open by a sharp axe, and the purple wine with sawdust flowed out, the minced pepper in the creamy mushroom soup was up and down, and Theodoric scratched it with a knife Opened the back of the roast suckling pig and took out the tender apples.

Of course, in addition to these, there are braised pork and chicken soup fried in an iron pan, milk tea with minced ginger is placed next to the wine glass, and the crystal-like steamed dumplings are deeply loved by Geersu Yinda.

Chewing the tender cod meat, Feng Sen mixed a few slices of prosciutto into the soup cake, dipped it in butter and honey, and swallowed it in one bite.

But Ador's favorite is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and glutinous rice cake made by chef Jing Nanjun.

In the square, the rest of the soldiers were also feasting. They gnawed viciously on the leg of lamb, and baskets of mustache and bread were swallowed by the soldiers' stomachs like a bottomless pit.

But after careful consideration, Feng Sen gave an order that everyone should drink up to three glasses, eat more and drink less.

Large glasses of wine and ale were poured into their stomachs, and most of the nobles present turned rosy. Soon, a small local nobleman took off his shoes and began to dance.

The bard on the side played the rebecca, and began to compose the lyrics for Feng Sen's battle record today.

Soon, several drunken generals in the army also stood up and danced Hu Xuan to the sound of the piano.