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

When Sabo stood up in embarrassment, the man still didn't respond, so Sabo rushed forward and kicked him hard, but the man kept his original posture and fell to the side.

He had froze to death.

Pointing at the man and laughing three times, Sabo drank another sip of wine, spit at the dead body, and then burst out laughing.

With crooked steps, Sabo took a figure-eight route, bypassed a tent, and arrived in front of the original Blanken Church hall.

In front of the door of the hall, the two soldiers were still looking at the door obediently. When they saw Sabo, a familiar face, they let him in smoothly.

Entering through the small door, a wave of heat swept over Sabo's nose with a stench. In the big tent, wine was flying everywhere, and the white flesh glistening with oil was not naked. In this tent, yellow wine mixed with The white liquid was passed among the nobles of all sizes.

The cross was stuck (harmoniously) where it shouldn't be, and the beeswax dripped where it shouldn't be.

The fiery red charcoal baked the air almost like summer. Surrounding a large table, more than thirty Saxon chiefs, big and small, each held a body of a white flower (harmony) in their arms, hitting the cups in their hands.

Beside them, there are hundreds of Saxon warriors and beautiful girls from all over the world "playing".

Above the table, hanging from a beam, were the corpses of three priests. Their fat fell on the suckling pig in the middle, and the chiefs paid no attention to it.

And in front of the most holy altar of the Father, the nuns who have been stripped of all their clothes (Harmony) are hanging upside down.

Pushing the crowded body, Sabo squeezed from the crowd to Uda's side: "Master Chief, there is a letter from Albion."

"Who is Albion?" Uda asked blankly.

A nobleman next to him reminded: "It's that Vidukind traitor."

"Oh oh oh." Uda shook his big (harmonious) head, took the note from Sabo, and then slapped his backhand, "You prodigal son, how can you use parchment for a letter?"

"This is Albion's parchment, we always use papyrus." Sabo called out.

But Uda ignored him, but stared at the note for 5 minutes, and then he handed the note to a nobleman next to him: "I can't read, what did he write?"

"Well, he said that Widukind was seriously injured and bedridden. He had already taken control of the situation in Lubis. He also said that the Sirisian in Hamburg was going to attack Uelzen, so let us defend carefully."

"Oh, is it?" Uda nodded, and returned the note to Sabo, "Scratch the words on it, you can sell it for a lot of money, remember to give me the money after you sell it."

"Okay, master, that, master, can you give me..."

"You alcoholic, do you have alcohol flowing out of your body?" Uda handed over a large glass of beer in his hand, "Damn it, take it, get out of here."

"Thank you, master, thank you, master." Sabo happily rushed out holding the hamburger beer mixed with a lot of other liquids.

"Bang!" Sabo almost hit a layer of iron wall, instantly turned on his back.

"My wine! Who, who? I'm Master Wuda's chicken...falcon raiser! Who, don't die... Ah, Chief Elfgar!" Sabo froze instantly, stood up obediently, Stand aside.

"What are you doing here?" The tall chief Elfgar looked at Sabo coldly.

"There is a letter..."

"What letter? Show me."

Snatching the scroll of parchment from Sabo, Elfgar read it carefully. After reading it, he asked Sabo, "What did Chief Uda say after reading it?"

"Master asked me to scrape off the writing on it and sell it for money." Sabo replied timidly.

"Damn it." Elfgar kicked open the door of the hall and rushed in, leaving Sabo alone shivering in the cold wind.

Well, the wine was spilled, and I would be scolded for a day, and the note was gone. I had hoped to get some from the parchment, but now I didn't earn any chicken feathers.

Chapter 126 Elfgar

After one autumn rain after another, the weather became colder and colder. A batch of winter clothes was added in Brunswick, but it still could not satisfy all the soldiers.

A few days ago, after arguing with Uda to no avail, Elfgar angrily left with his [-] troops to help Uelzen defend the Siris tribe by himself.

Along the way, from Blankenburg to Brunswick, the rebel soldiers looted all the way, so that most people put on two layers of clothes, but despite this, soldiers still fell ill every day because of the cold .

The dewdrops from last night are still hanging on the pine needles, falling drop by drop on the big bluestone under the pine tree.

Sitting on the big moss-covered bluestone, Elfgar didn't care about the dampness on the bluestone. He stroked the jewel on the long sword at his waist with his left hand, and stared into the distance silently.

Elfgar is Stendal's Gaul and also Uda's nephew. After Vidukind responded and was the first to raise troops, it was actually Elfgar and not Uda, but because Uda had more prestige. High, Elfgar gave up the position of the leader of the South Saxon war to Uda.

Looking at the rebel soldiers sitting on the ground resting and drinking water, Elfgar felt a little tight in his chest. In his opinion, the southern rebels had captured nearly one-third of the entire Saxony land, and their strength far surpassed Widukind's. , it was time to go north to completely expel the Franks, but Uda stayed in Blankenburg because of the so-called fear of the cold.

In the beginning, Uda was not like this, otherwise Elfgar would not be willing to be subordinate to Uda, and Elfgar also appreciated his method of wooing Albion and demanding the re-election of the Saxon War Goll.

He hates Vidukind, because Elfgar is a Saxon traditionalist, and Vidukind's behavior of refusing to hold the Maklow meeting and claiming to be the Duke of Saxony made him very dissatisfied-what is the difference between this and the Franks?

Originally, with the momentum this time, Elfgar believed that as long as it continues, although Saxony still faces the threat of Frank, at least he can be expelled for a period of time, if Uda can still be the same as before.

Elfgar grasped the hilt of the armed sword at his waist, if it could still be the same as before...

I don't know when Uda became what he is now.

Promoting old friends wantonly, ignoring military affairs, and having constant banquets all day long. When the rebel soldiers had to wear bark to eat mice because of hunger and cold, Uda was still in the warm house, eating roast suckling pig.

After thinking about it for a while, Elfgar realized that he hadn't seen Uda who was not drunk for a long time.

During this period of time, some of the rebels kept fleeing, and Uda’s exploitation of the territory became more and more serious, such as firewood tax, fishing tax, ear tax and hands and feet tax. Those who did not pay the tax would even have their ears cut off or even Cut off limbs.

"Damn it! How did Saxony become like this?!" Elfgar kicked the stone on the ground angrily.

He originally chose to join the army because the Franks forced them to convert, and they also severely punished the local Saxons, beheading their heads and beheading their hands at every turn.

Among the reasons for raising the army, the dislike of the Franks accounted for a part, but more of it was the hatred of their greed and cruelty, especially those tribes that Charles slaughtered in Weldon.

It's just that Elfgar is confused now, because he doesn't know whether most of his dead clansmen died at the hands of the Frankish king or at the hands of Uda.

Now Widukind's life or death in the Battle of Detmold is uncertain. The Saxon city of Detmold, which has been passed down for more than a hundred years, was almost half burned under the iron hooves of the Frankish soldiers.

According to Albion's information, Charlie should have assembled a force of more than 3 people and divided them into two groups. More than 1 people went north to pursue the remnants of Vidukind and put down the chaos in Frisia. Training near the Perth River, supplies and equipment, and officially set off before the Christmas of God.

At the previous meeting, Elfgar believed that an army could be sent to guard Göttingen. If there was a change in Detmold, he would take the opportunity to capture Detmold, and Albion led the remnants of Widukind to defect. Remove the armor and surrender with courtesy, but still retain the position of Gore.

Bringing together the military power of all Saxony, and fighting on the ground, the victory of the rebels is just around the corner.

However, the ingenious strategy that Elfgar and a dozen priests racked their brains together was not approved by the Maklow meeting. Elfgar could only watch helplessly as Detmold, an important stronghold, was occupied, and the nobles and freemen turned their backs and surrendered with courtesy.

At this moment, Elfgar hated the Marklow meeting so much, he even understood Vidukind's behavior a little bit.

He even felt that he was turning into Vidukind little by little, because he was gradually being isolated by those around him.

He rarely attended banquets, and spent most of his time discussing the upcoming battle with his subordinates and priests. At least one-third of the territory occupied by the Uda rebels was captured by him, while the remaining three In the second, most of them are the land of the Saxon chiefs who directly surrendered.

Therefore, Elfgar is deeply loved by the soldiers, and wherever he goes, he can be seen warmly welcomed by the soldiers.

If Elfgar had read the history books of the Central Plains, he would definitely know the meaning of these actions. There are countless proper nouns in the book to describe them, such as the meritorious deeds, such as the undeniable seal, such as the positive example of Wang Jian, For example, the negative example of Han Xin.

If Elfgar had read the history books of Rome and Greece, he could also understand these principles, such as Caesar's "Civil War" and Tacitus' "History".

To be sure, such stories must have happened during the existence of the Saxons, but with the death of the priest who remembered them, the truth of the stories was gone.

The accumulation of civilization is itself a weapon.

"Lord Gore!" A soldier on a Hanoverian horse ran from a distance. He got off his horse about ten steps in front of Elfgar, and staggered to Elfgar.

Elfgar stared and shouted, "What's wrong? What did you find?"

"It's the Serisians, they, they are attacking Uelzen." The spy replied after calming down.

Elfgar stood up abruptly, then sat down slowly: "How many of them are there?"

"From what I can see, there are about four centurions, but they still have an army in the rear, which should be much more than the four centurions."

"How many infantry? How many cavalry?"

"In addition to almost four centurions I can count, there is also a group of cavalry, but they don't form a line, and I don't know how many they are."

Elfgar nodded: "Everyone get ready, pause for a rest, pack up your weapons and set off! Slow down for me, we have to go around behind the group of Serisians!"

Chapter 127 Only Charge

The withered and yellow grass blades were wrapped in wet muddy water, rolling with the finger-wide thin water on the edge of the slope.

In the cloudy white sky, the flowing cirrus clouds were flattened into a thin yellow color, and the air carried a cold and damp muddy smell. A few lonely gray eagles circled under the yellow clouds, sending out ear-piercing whistles. Howling, can't wait to wait for everything below.

Riding on the flying mane, Feng Sen looked not far away, everything in front of him seemed to be covered with a grey-yellow filter.

Not far away, there is a stockade surrounded by wooden walls. Its outer wall is burning with raging flames. The sounds of screams, splashing water and children's cries are intertwined and surrounded, echoing the cries of gray eagles. and with.

Red and white round shields, bloody battle flags fluttering high, skinny and trembling peasants and soldiers, and a dozen or so pony horses carrying cavalrymen with bare upper body, rushed towards the iron forest pigs made of spears.

The villagers in Uelzen simply made the most stupid decision. Even the chief Huward of Lüne knew that Feng Sen's army would never be stopped by a wall less than two meters high.

After realizing that the wooden wall could not defeat Feng Sen, Huward still knew to attack in the reeds, but the chief of Uerzen chose to stay in this wooden stronghold, neither actively attacking nor actively defending. Just like this, watching Feng Sen send people to burn the wooden stronghold, he braved up and started to fight back.

Feng Sen brought a total of 900 people to the battle this time, including 200 Saxon banner soldiers, [-] Viking banner reserve troops, [-] wrapped slave soldiers, more than [-] Jingnan cavalry who supervised the battle, and about [-] rebels. cavalry.

Most of these rebel cavalry are hundreds of households or noble warriors. They can bring their own horses and equipment, but most of their weapons are still chain armor, but there are more horizontal knives and lances.

In front of Uelzen’s wooden village is still the familiar Lüneburg wilderness terrain, with endless low slopes and bushes, and between the low slopes are dotted swamps and reeds. Only in the southwest is a dense jungle and low slopes. Mountain.

On the grass in front of Uelzen's gate, there was a lot of shouting and killing. In front of Feng Sen was a troop of [-] Saxon soldiers. About one-third of this group were old bannermen who had participated in more than one battle. The remaining two-thirds include the old bannermen from the hometown of Hamburg and the new bannermen from Lune.

Feng Sen never thought about the chaos that would result from the capture of Uerzen. What he was thinking about was always the reaction of the Uda rebels.

In fact, Feng Sen felt that something was wrong because Uerzen did not have Uda's power to help him defend, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.

"Buzz!"

A Yi Cong cavalryman with a bow and arrow walked back and forth between the opposing wings. He drew his bow suddenly, and the feathered arrow flew out like a meteor, deeply piercing into a soldier's neck, while the tail was still trembling.

There are about 500 soldiers from the Uerzen tribe, roughly the same number as Feng Sen’s 400 soldiers. Although their training is weak, most of the [-] Saxon banner soldiers brought by Feng Sen are also fighting for the first time.

With the morale bonus of protecting their homeland and fighting to the death, although Uelzen's soldiers had an advantage in numbers, due to lack of training, they could not form formation as quickly as regular soldiers. Therefore, even with the superiority in numbers, Can't win either.

"Hoo!" There was a sharp breaking wind, and a short black spear flew over the shoulder of the cavalry, piercing the neck of another cavalry.

Feng Sen frowned: "Whose general is this? How reckless."

Zhang Shicheng smiled awkwardly.

"It took too long." Feng Sen drew out the saber in his hand, and held it up high for everyone to see, "Jing Nanjun, release the arrow!"

Following Feng Sen's order, the two hundred Jingnan troops slowly opened their riding bows. After a piercing gong, the devilish sound of bowstrings made some survivors in the Battle of Santer Mountain The bannermen who came down trembled all over.

A total of three hundred arrows enveloped the heads of Uerzen's five hundred soldiers like a cloud, and then, one after another blood flowers bloomed in Yuerzen's army formation.

"what--"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

"I was seriously injured and fell to the ground!"

There was an instant silence on the battlefield for half a second.

Due to the intertwined battle lines between Uerzen and the bannermen, this wave of arrows not only fell dozens of Uerzen warriors, but also more than a dozen Saxon bannermen.

Looking at the fallen companions beside them, the bannermen swallowed their saliva. They looked not far away, and three hundred Jingnan cavalry were standing quietly not far away. Feng Sen pulled down his visor and stood tall. Raised the curved knife in his hand.

The bannermen understood what he meant—if they still couldn't break through the enemy's line, what awaited them was no longer the rain of arrows, but the cavalry charge of the Jingnan Heavenly Soldiers.

After a burst of cold, endless blood pumped from the heart, a hundred households suddenly shouted loudly, and he raised the long knife in his hand like crazy: "Kill!!!"

"kill!"

The banner men rushed forward frantically in small steps, the three-meter-long spears in their hands were like a forest of guns, rushing forward amidst neat chant, the longaxemen in the front row almost gave up their shields in their hands, Based on feeling, cut off the wooden spear that was rushing towards you.

The shield axemen at the front knocked down the enemy soldiers who tried to hit him with stones on the head, while the pikemen behind them overturned the enemy blocking the way to the ground, and the two spears were pushed out suddenly.

"puff!"

The spear was pulled out, and the blood was still flowing from the tip of the spear. The warrior Uelzen, who had fallen or had no time to defend, twitched and couldn't stand up again. Countless pairs of big feet stepped on his corpse and continued to move forward.

A shield smashed the thrown stones, and with a sweep of the spear behind him, the Uerzen warrior holding the sling immediately fell to the ground screaming and clutching his arms turned outwards. A shield wall composed of dozens of people charged towards the advancing banner phalanx, and suddenly a bannerman in the small phalanx turned his head and fled.

When this gap was exposed, three or five Banner Dings fell down in an instant. Just as they collapsed, a big Banner Ding suddenly jumped up.

His eyes were red, and he held the long ax in his hand. After he jumped into the shield wall from the sharpened wooden spears of the Uelzen warriors, he swung the long ax in his hand, and countless blood and internal organs were thrown away. Fly into the sky.

"Those who dare to retreat are all like this!" Just as the big bannerman was showing his might, a righteous cavalry protruded from the rebellious army with a loud roar, and circled twice in front of the team of bannermen, while his Behind the ponytail, there is a bloody and twitching human figure, which is the escaped bannerman.

Although Uerzen's troops have a high will to fight, they are not serious professional soldiers after all. They cannot compare with Feng Sen's bannermen in terms of experience and combat quality. In their minds, the only hope is Only Uda's reinforcements remained.

At this moment when they waited and waited, but there was no sign of the so-called reinforcements, Uelzen's tribe fighters finally began to despair.

So, like a tide, Uerzen's tribal warriors began to retreat.

Standing on the low slope, Feng Sen watched as the four hundred banner men made their way into Yu Erzen's camp quickly.

"Jieshuai, do we want it?"