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

After throwing away the two soldiers who were trying to hug him, Kebot came to the altar, stuffed the head inside, and straightened up laughing.

And the soldier chasing behind showed anger: "Give us back the head, this is a sacrifice from our Dick Baihu!"

"Is that man's name written on his head?" A shrewd Saxon soldier next to Kebot immediately scolded, "If you have the ability, you can ask for your head to say: I am a sacrifice of Dick Baihu. If so, I will return the head to you."

"Damn it!" Several soldiers under Dick were furious, "I won't give it, right? Good! I'll take it myself!"

As he spoke, he rushed into the altar, pulled out a head before the soldiers could react, and ran towards his home.

And Kebot and other soldiers were even more shocked and angry. This is a sacrifice to the gods, but it was snatched away. This must be God's punishment!

"Stop, don't run! Return the head." So more than a dozen soldiers followed behind and chased wildly all the way.

Looking at the farce, Feng Sen couldn't help being a little amused, and he called the attendants beside him: "Speak to Kebot and Dick, this head is being snatched, it is easy to be infected with the plague, let them take a leather ball instead."

Chapter 133 The Old Monk's Body Is Icy and Pure

Feng Sen stayed in Yuerzen for about seven days. During this period, apart from accepting the surrender of the other two settlements in Lüne, he spent the rest of the time rebuilding the wooden stockade in Uerzen.

After the follow-up Bannerman garrison in Hamburg arrived, Feng Sen returned to Hamburg. It was already the first ten days of November at this time, and there was still about half a month before the end of November when Feng Sen expected to send troops to rescue.

This is not because Feng Sen procrastinated and neglected, but because of the new conquest, oh no, it takes time to stabilize the newly allied land, and the intelligence of Opportunity on the other side also needs to be inquired, and the soldiers who have just finished the battle also need to rest, logistics Supplies have to be re-planned.

Holding Lyudmila and Ador, Feng Sen held the rein of Feimane, talked about the content of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and walked slowly on the streets of Hamburg.

Hamburg is still the same, with refugees pouring in from all directions, the hunchbacked Pepin walking around with a cross on his back, Ador with a slumped face learning etiquette every day, and the brick kilns and merchant ships that come and go day and night.

As the war situation gradually became chaotic, Feng Sen's foreign trade became more prosperous. On the land of Hamburg, in addition to the previous bow and crossbow workshops, some new blacksmith shops also opened up. Iron ore from Northern Europe was sold in the advanced Under the technology of coal mining and ironmaking, a large number of them were transformed into farm tools and weapons.

Although the blacksmith shop has been opened, the output of iron is still very low. Feng Sen has calculated that at least so far, if there is no iron ore input restriction, at the current ironmaking speed of the iron factory, the maximum production capacity of a month is only seven Eight hundred catties of iron.

This is based on the most basic charcoal-heated hearth furnace. Feng Sen has seen how those blacksmiths smelt iron ore, that is, simply stuff iron ore and charcoal into the furnace, and burn it.

Generally speaking, this kind of furnace will probably produce a kind of spongy iron nugget deposited on the bottom of the furnace after layered roasting. These iron nuggets need to be smelted and forged again to produce ironware.

These rubbish stoves take two hundred pounds of wood at a time, and it takes eight or ten hours to produce fifty pounds and a half of molten iron, and a hundred and a half pounds of molten iron in a day is not bad, and These semi-molten iron ores have to go through secondary forging, and the quality of the iron that can be actually obtained is only about half.

And Feng Sen's real iron output in the past few months is only about [-] catties on average. After all, the amount of iron ore imported from outside is not that much.

In the North Sea trade, there are still too few ships in Hamburg. Even if they only pick good-quality iron ore, they still cannot get enough North Sea iron ore.

In the Barony of Ruhr in Lippe, although Feng Sen has four to five thousand acres of coal mines and iron ore mountains, they cannot be mined without exploration, and because the roads are cut off, they cannot be delivered to him.

But even so, the output of this kind of iron is much higher than that of the surrounding area. In fact, many merchants have tried to buy iron weapons from Feng Sen, but Feng Sen himself does not have enough internally, so he has not exported it.

The current output of iron is about four hundred catties. Feng Sen spends almost half of the output on casting arrows, axes, spears and chain armor, and the rest is turned to farm tools and various tools.

As far as Feng Sen's Hamburg is concerned, the penetration rate of iron is definitely the highest in the surrounding area. When Bremen farmers were still using animal bone hoes or stone hoes when farming, Hamburg was already using iron hoes and curved shaft plows.

"Lyudmila? Lyudmila." Ador shook Lyudmila's hand slightly.

"Huh, huh? What's the matter?" Lyudmila asked as if waking up from a big dream.

"You have been distracted recently, are you worried about your father and brother?" Ador asked with wide eyes.

Lyudmila forced a smile and said, "Of course I'm worried, but Feng has already agreed to send troops, and my father and brother will be fine."

"How about I help you and me to urge Feng, let him..."

"Don't!" Lyudmila immediately stopped Ador, "Don't rush him, don't look at Feng's victories in all battles, but wars are always like floods and fires, there is no guarantee, in order to win, let him prepare for a while."

"Oh." Ador seemed to be in a bad mood, she replied in a muffled voice, and then hugged Lyudmila's waist, "Feng said that he was going to inspect the port and asked us to go back by ourselves. Mila... ...Don't worry, Feng is so powerful, he will definitely defeat the Veleti people, your father and brother will be fine, don't worry."

Lyudmila looked at Feng Sen's leaving back sadly: "You said if I want to go with Feng to support Ou Porit, will he agree?"

"It should be..." Ador curled the silver hair on the top of his head, "Father always takes us by his side when we fight, even though we stay in the base camp behind... Oh, Mira, don't Frown, the number of times I saw you frown this month is twice as much as I saw you frown before."

Lyudmila stretched her brows helplessly. She has been having nightmares for the past few days. She also knows that Feng Sen is actively preparing and will send troops to help in about a week, but for some reason, she always hopes that Feng Sen can send troops now.

Lyudmila knew that such a thought was rude and unreasonable, but she couldn't help it.

Taking a deep look at Feng Sen, Lyudmila's expression gradually became complicated, and she put her arms around Ador: "Let's go."

Feng Sen took the guards along the Alster River and walked all the way to the port of Hamburg. There were seven or eight Viking longships parked in the port of Hamburg, some big and small, and some big Northmen guarding the boats were lying on the boats and sleeping soundly.

And on the square of the port, there are British Kents and Mercians, Slavs and Pomeranians coming and going. Most of them look fierce and have weapons on their waists. At first glance, they thought it was a pirate port.

Britain-Saxony-Scandinavia's triangular trade not only brought three warehouses full of wool and a large amount of iron ore to Feng Sen, but also brought a group of immigrants that Feng Sen did not expect.

Most of these immigrants came from Scandinavia. There were free people and slaves, and they were basically Norse. This group of Norse people should have discovered the high returns of the triangular trade, so they also began to get involved.

However, unlike Hamburg merchants who simply do business, letting the Vikings do business means fighting and robbing, and doing business again if they can't beat it.

These stolen goods, well, the goods have to be sold. Of course, the pirates have their own Pirate Bay, but compared to the cold and barren Viking Bay, the port of Hamburg is undoubtedly more favored by the Vikings. It is not only warm in winter and cool in summer, but also can buy most of the things Vikings want. Isn’t this much faster and cheaper than buying from second-hand dealers?

Moreover, many of these Norse people have a lot of connections with the flag Ding in the Viking Banner. Many of the trade and relations in the port are brokers of the local Viking Banner Ding Dang, so that they can give the stolen goods to...

No, isn't that really The Pirate Bay?Feng Sen shook his head, forget it, there is almost no difference between being a maritime merchant and being a pirate in this era.

At this time, two familiar figures were walking from the pier, they were Chen Chongyi and Zhenhui.

"Marshal." Both of them bowed their hands to Feng Sen.

"Well, did you two also come here for a walk?" Feng Sen teased, "Isn't the Great Monk here to look for Liu Ying?"

"Don't dare to lie." Zhenhui made a namaste pretendingly, "The old monk's body is pure, pure, virtuous, virtuous and virtuous, and the old monk himself is even more upright and feminine. This old monk is here for business."

"Business?" Feng Sen straightened his expression immediately, "What business?"

"It's some Norse people who want to throw the flag." Chen Chongyi took out a few pieces of white elm bark and handed them to Feng Sen.

"You can just vote if you want. What's the reason for the two of you to join hands?" Feng Sen asked strangely after receiving the white elm bark from Chen Chongyi, "What is this?"

"This is the identity certificate of those Norse people." Chen Chongyi smiled wryly, "They want to be a hundred households."

Feng Sen instantly understood that according to the rules and regulations of the Eight Banners he formulated, the people who voted the flag would at most come up to be bannermen, whether they were ten households or a hundred households, they had to be the first to take over the rights.

You don't want to be a beggar for free people!

This is indeed a question. Feng Sen thought for a while and replied: "Well, aren't we going to support Ou Porit recently? Let's provide supplies and hire these Norse nobles. When the time comes, we will see the truth. If we perform well on the battlefield Good, I can give them hundreds of households directly."

"Here!"

Chapter 134 Emergency Military Discussion

Continuous dog barking sounded in his ears, Han Shizhong stretched himself, looked at the beam above his head, and yawned big.

"Master, you're awake." A voice with a strange accent sounded next to his ears, and then a snow-white catkin stretched out from the side to caress Han Shizhong's chest. Han Shizhong knew who it was without looking.

Han Shizhong grabbed the catkin and turned around, buried his head in the snow-white softness. Amidst a series of giggles, he grabbed the slippery trembling once or twice before turning over and getting out of bed.

"Master, I'll change clothes for you." The concubine next to her got out of the bed without any concealment, pouted her buttocks and took two clothes from the hanger beside her.

Seeing such a body dangling in front of his eyes, Han Shizhong was really envious. He put his arms around the concubine's slender waist and pushed her onto the bed. When the quilt was closed, the whole walnut bed swayed.

After about two quarters of an hour, Han Shizhong let go of the muddy and flushed body in his arms, and was about to get up, but he heard the concubine behind him struggling to get up, trying to help him get dressed.

"You don't need to get up." Han Shizhong pushed her roughly and pushed her onto the bed, "I'm not that old yet, and I need help from others to get dressed."

After he put on a linen round-neck gown and a sheep felt smock with wide sleeves and a cross-neck collar without a belt, Han Shizhong walked out the door.

As the months progressed, the weather became colder and colder, but it was not as cold as when dripping water turned into ice in Liaodong. The coldness in Hamburg was gloomy and clammy.

As a senior general in the Jingnan Army, Han Shizhong was naturally allocated a mansion in the front of the general's mansion, and Wang Sima lived opposite him.

This house has almost three entrances, and the outermost courtyard is where Han Shizhong usually practiced martial arts. Although Han Shizhong is a veteran, he often claims to be an old man, but in fact he is only 45 years old this year. According to the standards of future generations, he is in his prime.

After doing a few warm-up exercises, Han Shizhong took off his overalls, took off a longbow from the weapon rack, and began to practice archery. In the Jingnan Army, archery is the first, and Dabibi also uses arrows. Although Han Shizhong's archery skills are not as good as when he was a thief when he was young, they are still top-notch.

The longbow of one stone puffed two arrows, one hit the throat and the other hit the waist, the strength pierced through the back of the pile.

"Yeah, good at archery." A thin, wheat-colored young man walked out of the house, but there were still a pair of light dark circles on his face.

"It can't compare to the handsome shot." Han Shizhong couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "People often say that old people are strong, I think it's a misinformation, after all, this old man can't compare with a strong boy, but now, the old man actually thinks it's a bit ridiculous .”

"Yeah, it's natural that the older you get, the stronger you get, but why did you say that?" Han Gang walked to his father's side. For some reason, he always felt that his father seemed to be a little taller than before.

Han Shizhong shook his head and said, "The day I defeated the Viking barbarians, I felt itchy all over my body and had diarrhea. I thought it was exhaustion, but since that day, I feel like I have turned ten years old, and I have endless energy. I eat more food every day, my strength has also improved, my kidney water has increased, and my body has even grown inexplicably half a point."

"Is there such a miracle?" Han Gang stepped forward and squeezed his father's solid arm.

Han Shizhong looked at his son who was a head shorter than himself, and couldn't help frowning: "Da Lang, you seem to be in a bad mood recently?"

Han Gang's wheat-colored face suddenly turned red. Feng Sen had given wives to more than [-]% of the soldiers of the Jingnan Army, especially the two high-ranking men of the Han family, father and son, who had not only concubines but also slaves.

Han Gang's concubine is a Frankish slave girl. Although she is not as dignified as a noble lady, she is still charming. She is three years older than Han Gang, and it is the time when she is like a wolf, and Han Gang is only twenty.

"Hmph." Han Shizhong snorted through his nose, "When I was a horse thief, I saw all kinds of caves where gold was sold and bones were eaten away. Young people, don't be too arrogant, you have to be restrained no matter what.

Besides, you have been here for more than half a year, and your little concubine's belly hasn't moved at all. There must be no problem. You should quickly replace the old man with a viable one. The old man is about to give birth to his first child here. You young man, there is no movement at all. "

"Here." Han Gang replied with a bitter face, "Yeah, then I'll be on duty."

"Go, let's go, I'll practice for a while." Han Shizhong said as he took another simple knife from the weapon rack beside him, and waved it in the yard.

Han Gang said goodbye to his father, walked out of the gate of the Han Mansion, and within two steps, he arrived at the yamen next to the general's mansion. When he entered the yamen, he saw several attendants and monks sitting at the long table and started to review Chinese. This spirit made Han Gang blush.

There is a small evening school in the yamen of Hamburg County. In the night school, Feng Sen will personally act as the principal, explaining Chinese and classics to the monks every other day, and teaching the teachings of the Sun Salutation Scripture, Latin and Frankish to the Kongmu officials. After about six months of study, the two sides are now at least able to communicate.

"Han Sicheng." Although the current Tuntian Division has only one framework, and Han Gang is just a fake Sicheng, everyone is already calling Han Sicheng.

Han Gang also responded to his colleagues.

Sitting in front of a generous table, Han Gang picked up a piece of white elm bark, and began to write the farmland plan for next year. According to Feng Sen's instructions, the goal for next year is to farm [-] mu, including [-] mu of farmland and [-] mu of orchards. [-] acres of acres and pastures.

In the current situation, due to the swamps and forests everywhere, Han Gang thinks that it may be necessary to cooperate with Chen Sicheng of the construction department to drain the water in the swamp, otherwise the goal will not be achieved at all.

After writing the documents for half the morning, Han Gang put down his pen and looked at a table of drafts made of white elm bark. Han Gang shook his head. These words still had to be transcribed on paper. There were still too few literate people in the army, so he had to do it himself. up.

Han Gang beckoned to an attendant: "Beep the horse, I'm going outside the city."

The attendants quickly pulled out a Hanoverian horse from the yamen's stable. Han Gang got on the horse, and under the protection of several archers, he walked towards the construction site of Xinfang outside the city.

Han Gang raised his head to look at the sky, it was overcast and overcast, which made people feel a little depressed. The weather in Hamburg is really weird. It often rains for a quarter of an hour and the stick of incense doesn’t fall, which makes people even use umbrellas. Not without an umbrella.

But he didn't take a few steps, but saw Chen Sicheng and his father riding towards the yamen together, Han Gang immediately stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "Chen Sicheng is fine, where are you going? I happen to have something to discuss with Chen Sicheng."

"Let's put it aside for now if there's anything to do. The Commander-in-Chief called me to wait for the army to discuss with the mansion. If there is something urgent, you should come with us." Han Shizhong took the reins of Han Gang's horse's head and pulled them lightly.

Before arriving at the general's mansion, he could already see all kinds of horses in the stables, and the captains of the Jingnan Army from all over the place had already rushed from all directions and gathered in the general's mansion.

Following a few attendants into the general's mansion, and sitting down on the arranged seats, Han Gang heard a muffled thunder, followed by a burst of shouting and the sound of rainstorm beating tiles.

It's raining.

"Everyone." After everyone was seated, Feng Sen appeared in a hurry. Han Gang had never seen his face so solemn. "Yesterday, the Frankish army led by Eric was attacked by the rebels halfway across the Elbe River. They were defeated and returned. More than [-] people fled into exile with casualties."

Chapter 135 Let's Discuss

"So, the battle is at a stalemate again?" Zhang Shicheng stood up and asked, "Isn't it His Royal Highness Charlie who went to attack Vidukind?"

"His Royal Highness Charlie contracted a cold during the previous Battle of Bremen, and is still recuperating. As for the situation, it is not just stalemate." Feng Sen shook his head slowly, "If Earl Eric's defeat this time is Really, then I think that His Royal Highness Charles may be besieged in Hamburg, whether we save or not, this will be the first topic of this military meeting."

"It's good to save you! Save King Qin..." Zhang Shicheng was interrupted by Feng Sen in the middle of his speech.

"Ah Cheng, wait a moment, this is just the first piece of news." Feng Sen took out the second piece of paper, "It was also yesterday that we received three remnant soldiers at the guard post on the border of Opalite, they are Zeno The mercenaries led by Watts brought a message——

Mecklenburg, the capital of Oupolite, fell. In fact, it fell a week ago. King Vizlaus of Oupolite died of illness, Prince Drozko of Oupolite died in a street battle, and the royal family of Oupolite was almost completely wiped out. "

Speaking of this, Feng Sen's words couldn't help being a little low. A week ago, a week ago, he just returned to Hamburg from Uelzen. If he sent troops decisively regardless of logistics at that time, would it be possible to save them?

Calculating the marching speed, Feng Sen knew it was impossible, but how should he explain this to Lyudmila?

"How to deal with the relationship between the Veleti people and the Opolite people? This is the second question in the military discussion." Feng Sen cheered up and put these things behind him, and continued to speak loudly.

"The third piece of news was brought to us by a caravan that went to South Saxony to trade and inquire about news. The [-] rebels from Uda, under the banner of avenging Elfgar, are marching towards Lune. How to resist the rebels from Uda is the third question of this military meeting."

Throwing these three pieces of news and related information on the table, Feng Sen sat down on the oak chair behind him, glanced at the left and right ministers: "How is it? Let's have a discussion."

Feng Sen saw that no one was talking to the left and right, so he pointed at the first piece of paper: "Don't say anything, okay, then let me say, someone, bring that messenger in."

Soon, the door opened, and a tall Danish warrior appeared, escorted by two other Viking bannermen, and pushed into the hall, while six guards around him held six axes, respectively, against his abdomen, throat and head.

The Nadan messenger looked around proudly, and said in Frankish with disdain: "It turns out that the Megatron Earl of Hamburg in Saxony is just a coward. I came here empty-handed, but I still have to use a spear and an ax to restrict my movements."

"Is this how we treat untouchables?" Feng Sen stared condescendingly at the Danish messenger, "If you want to send a message to Albion, you'd better say it now."

"Until I get the respect I deserve, I won't say a single word." The Danish envoy put his hands behind his back and turned his head away.

Feng Sen seemed to have heard some joke: "Since you don't want to help Albion spread the word, then you are a spy of the enemy army. You should be dragged out and beheaded. Gentlemen, let's continue the discussion."

"You, how dare you do that!" The Nadan envoy was startled and angry, but before he could make a move, several guards next to him rushed up, cut his hands behind his back, and tied them with ropes.