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

Chapter 138 It's You, You Betrayed Me!

Bremen, located in front of a harbor on the Weser River, the dark clouds in the sky were dyed grayish-yellow by the sunlight behind the clouds, and the howling cold wind passed through the parapets at the head of the city, hitting the Germanic helmets of the garrison soldiers with the slightest raindrops.

As Archbishop Willerhard said, Bremen is an important place. It is on this battlefield that the rise and fall of Frank's conquest of Saxony is determined.

At this moment, Charlemagne, the king of Frank, who will also be the future father of Europe and emperor of Western Rome, is hiding in this fortress, surrounded by nearly [-] soldiers.

Standing on the top of the city of Bremen and looking down, countless animal skin tents are stationed at one end of the Weser River, stretching out for a long distance.

The winter's temperature had frozen the muddy ground, and the spearheads and ax blades had also been covered with a layer of frost, which could no longer reflect their withered and twisted faces.

The Saxon rebel soldiers were sullen, carrying their hatchets, and moved silently between the camps. Outside their messy camp, there were not only repelling horses, but also high sentry posts.

Even Albion has to admit that the veteran instructors of Vidukind trained these soldiers very well. They handed over food and weapons to the soldiers in a down-to-earth manner, instead of selling them to merchants for wine. Based on this alone, their army is already comparable to the Frankish army.

It's a pity that those people were either Feng Sen's Eight Banners, or Widukind's loyal cronies. No matter how brave they were, Albion could only chop off their heads, and then put wooden stakes on the top of the tent.

Walking in the camp on crutches, unlike the mocking and contemptuous gazes of everyone who saw him before, none of the current Saxon soldiers dared to look directly at Albion's face.

Albion seems to have a silent force field, no matter where he goes, it can absorb the sound there.

Sometimes he himself finds it funny. When he was a healthy Albion, everyone always gave him a smile of admiration and admiration. When he was a crippled Albion, everyone gave him ridicule and contempt. .

Now, finally, when he was the second Vidukind, all gave him fearful and submissive eyes, but at the same time, Albion could see their hatred.

They hated him for killing his relatives and friends for the so-called rules and unnecessary.

Albion finally knew why Vidukind was always moody and cruel, because he was afraid of his people, just like his people were afraid of him, but Vidukind or Albion couldn't stop their atrocities at all, because without blood, the people would never listen to him.

It's a cycle that delights and dreads Albion.

When winter comes, everything looks clear and cold. The cold wind blows the curtain of the big tent, shakes the firewood in this warm tent, and the charcoal gas of the charcoal floats in the tent.

Escorted by four guards, Albion staggered in the tent with difficulty, and came to a pile of straw. The biting cold wind made Vidukind look refreshed. He raised his head and saw the betrayed adopted son:

"Good afternoon, cripple with crooked face."

With difficulty, Albion pulled the chair aside to Widukind with his left hand, filled a plate of hummus, and pushed it in front of Widukind with a cane: "Good afternoon, father."

Clapping his hands, he asked the attendant to take out a bottle of wine. Albion poured himself a glass and grabbed it with the less trembling hand: "Don't you need something to eat?"

"I will eat, but not hummus, but your heart, crooked face and lame." Half of Vidukind's face was hidden in the shadows, only his blood-red eyes could be seen.

His hands and feet were chained to the ground by heavy chains, and his hair, which was once shiny and shiny on the back of his head, was loose. If he fled outside now and didn't speak, people would only think he was a beggar.

In the Battle of Detmold, Widukind had been recuperating after being hit in the chest by a throwing axe, so until the Elbe River was crossed, the army was under the control of those few Widukind's cronies.

Until Albion led the Danish army into the army and killed the cronies of Vidukind on the charge of poisoning the Grand Chief Duke. Since then, Albion has been in control of the entire rebel army as the son of Vidukind.

"Crooked face lame." Vidukind stared at Albion blankly and said, "I thought you were a smart person, but you made a stupid move that I didn't expect."

Albion took a sip of the wine, tilted his head and said, "I'm listening."

"The reason why I can command these chiefs is because my father is a hero of Saxony. What is your father, a little village chief!" Vidukind spat on the ground, "The reason why more than [-]% of your soldiers obey your orders and fear you is because of my existence. Do you really think you have any ability? You are just a cripple with a crooked face."

"They obey my orders because they are afraid of the King of Denmark and Uda."

"That's why I say you made the most stupid decision!" Vidukind threw himself towards Albion, and was dragged back to his original position by the iron chain, "If it's just Uda, it's nothing, he's an idiot, but you let the Danes get involved and promised him the Duke of Saxony?!

If I win at the end, then you can at least become Goyle and get a count, but if Siegfried wins, he will just chop off your head, because you are no longer useful to him, you are just an ordinary country chief! "

"So you've always looked down on me, right?" Albion dangled the horn cup in his hand.

"You used to be a hero." Vidukind seemed a little out of breath because of too many words, "Your ability is worthy of a Gore, maybe your grandson or great-grandson can ascend to the throne, but at least in my generation, no."

"So you never thought about marrying your daughter to me, did you?"

"Oh, I suddenly discovered an astonishing fact." Vidukind said as if singing a hymn, "You betrayed me because of a woman, didn't you? You are angry because I married Gisela to that kid in Hamburg, and you betrayed me because of this!?"

By the end, Vidukind was practically yelling at Albion.

"Betrayal?" Albion stood up, propped up his crutches, and slowly paced around Vidukind, "Do you think I betrayed you? Do you think, I, betrayed you?"

"Bang!" The crutch hit Vidukind hard on the head, and instantly, blood flowed from his temples.

"Betrayal? Betrayal! How dare you say betrayal in front of me!" Albion screamed loudly, "I am loyal to you, I entrust my tribe to you to manage, I contact various tribes for you, and my tribe took you in when you were down! I regard you as a father, but you treat me as a dispensable servant!?"

"Look at my face, look at my legs, guess what they called me? Guess who it was for and what it was for?" Albion was waving his crutch wildly with the support of his guards.

The crutches were heavy, hitting Vidukind's body one after another, blood spattered, and the guards who were closer could even hear the sound of Vidukind's bones breaking.

"My bloodline is humble, so the Earl of Hamburg's bloodline is noble?" Albion's voice sounded like a beast in the cold night, "I have done so much for you, I am even willing to accept marriage, willing to give up the name and tribe of my ancestors—

But what?what did you do to meYou want to have a blood feud with me, a blood feud that made me into what I am now, reconcile with that damned Earl of Hamburg, and give him my fiancée, just because I don’t have any troops and only rely on you!

But have you ever thought that the reason why I am only attached to you is because I have no selfish intentions, and I have no soldiers, because I have been fighting at the forefront, and my people either fled or died in battle! "

Blood dripped on the ground along Albion's crutches, his eyes were red, and the voice from his throat seemed to be screaming, but also seemed to be whimpering: "Did I betray you? No, it was you, Vidukind, it was you who betrayed me." me!"

Chapter 139 Dependence and Transactions

The big bronze bell hanging on the city gate has been ringing for three full days. Almost every day, the four gates of Hanyi City are opened, and scouts come out everywhere.

In the forest lanes, on the broad plains, and among the rolling hills, orderlies in chain mail and bearing banners carried the news of the war to every place in Hamburg and Lüne.

The Eight Banners villages located in every corner were also mobilized, and the whole of Hamburg and Lüne began to become extremely noisy. Long ships came and went in and out of the bay of the Alster River, carrying iron ore and grain to Hamburg.

In Hanyi City, the archers accompanied the attendant monks and clerks to run back and forth in the streets of Hanyi City, handling the most difficult part of the conscription work-finding the young and strong enlisted soldiers before they escaped over the wall.

Cars rattled and horses rustled, and pedestrians had bows and arrows at their waists. In just three days, Hanyi City had almost turned into a large military camp. Walking on the street, there was the sound of weapons colliding everywhere.

The mobilization came too suddenly. Yesterday, everyone in Hamburg was still immersed in the calm peace and warmth of the stove. Today, they have to wear armor, brave the cold wind and rain, and carry out temporary training with spears.

The Eight Banners and Banners took out rattan or leather armor from their homes, and with their usual wolf-hunting bows, they grabbed the coaters by their ears and yelled at them, telling them to farm the land and take care of the house, and then took a cronies to coat the coaters. , and left his small courtyard.

In the cold rain, the bannermen boarded donkey carts or bullock carts, and under the leadership of hundreds of households, they poured into Hanyi City from all directions.

Feng Sen provided them with tarpaulins to prevent rain, and prepared warm kang houses for the cold bannermen and hundreds of households, while Baoyi and other ordinary soldiers could still sleep in the shacks. Those who just followed the troops to rob , Excuse me, let's set up a tent by ourselves.

In the huge general's mansion, the atmosphere became more and more oppressive, and everyone held their breaths. The tempers of the generals and civil servants have not been very good in the past few days.

It was raining lightly, and Feng Sen, who was wearing a straw coir raincoat, returned to the mansion from the barracks. The sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of the rain made a crackling sound in the corridor.

The humid air made the wooden house somewhat moldy. Feng Sen stepped over the threshold and walked into his bedroom. He was about to lie down on the bed to rest, but saw a gray-haired girl sitting by the desk.

Sitting by the blazing fire, the girl was holding her gray hair and reading the Sun Salutation quietly. She was wearing a white linen Greek shirt, her arms and shoulders were tied with strings, revealing a large Creamy white skin.

"Lyudmila." Feng Sen hung the cloak on the hanger and asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

After a moment of silence, the subjugated princess from Eupolite spoke again.

"I love Burger, she is clean and tidy, everyone is friendly and everything is organized."

"If you had ever seen the capital of Seris, which is Chang'an, you wouldn't say that." Feng Sen pulled up a chair and sat in front of Lyudmila, "It's a big city , Hamburg is not one percent bigger than her, where there are tall red towers, bright glazed tiles, and bright golden owl kisses...

There are nearly a million people living there, all kinds of craftsmen, strange people and strange things, Gou Lan House, everything you need, the Prince of Persia was in Chang'an back then, and he was almost too happy to think about it here. "

"Feng, do you miss Chang'an?"

"I've only been there once. Relatively speaking, I prefer my hometown, Yingzhou. It can't compare to Chang'an, but no matter how good Chang'an is, I like Yingzhou more."

"I grew up in Mecklenburg, which is very different from here, but I can't remember clearly. I went to Frank when I was seven years old and received education with Ador." Lyudmila looked out of the window. Outside the hollowed-out window pane, rainwater flowed to the ground along the window lattice.

"I only remember the streets paved with wooden boards, slaves and civilians, and herds of cattle and sheep on the streets... I have been away for so long that I almost forgot what it was like there."

Feng Sen pulled the chair a little closer, sat in front of Lyudmila, and looked directly at her: "Mira, I have to say sorry to you, I failed to fulfill my promise, I failed to save your family, I'm sorry. If it can make you happy, I can do anything I can do."

"You don't need to apologize to me." Lyudmila's eyes were like black gemstones, "I am just an ordinary commoner now, my country is dead, and I am no longer a princess."

"Mila..." Feng Sen took a deep breath, "I can see your anger, and I can also feel what you are thinking in your heart, but please believe me, I will not break my promise this time, when we defeat These rebels, whether it is His Highness Charles or me, will help you restore the country."

"Feng, you got me wrong." Lyudmila stood up and stood in front of the window. She lightly brushed the rainwater on the window sill with her fingers, "You are the most benevolent person I have ever met. You are willing to take me in despite the threat of the territory being invaded. You are willing to provide military instructors and weapons to Uncle Zinovac. You are still sorry for breaking your promise. With all due respect, most nobles I know have never been ashamed.

I can't blame you for anything, Eupolit was already dead before you returned to Hamburg, and the war in Saxony also prevented you from getting out, you have done a good job. "

Looking at her smooth gray hair, after hesitating for a long time, Feng Sen stepped forward and rubbed her head.

Lyudmila turned around and looked into Feng Sen's eyes: "I've been thinking, why, why did Eupoli suffer all these hardships?"

"Because Eupolite is an orthodox kingdom surrounded by heretics, it is normal to be attacked by ignorant people." Feng Sen stroked Lyudmila's hair, and Lyudmila suddenly fell into the into Feng Sen's arms.

She embraced Feng Sen with both hands, and buried her head in his chest: "No, it's not just that, but because Eupolite is too weak and too rich, I always feel that the rope of fate binds us firmly, But actually, I really like your saying - character determines destiny.

I love to rely on others too much. I rely on the Kingdom of Franks, on the trade of the North Sea, on the trust of the four major tribes, and even on you, but in fact, I like to rely on it. "

After a dead silence, Lyudmila took a deep breath: "Fon, I want to go back to Oborit, I want to take another look at Mecklenburg, although I may not have that powerful force, but at least , My identity and bloodline can make Uncle Zinovac's plan smoother.

Uncle Zinovac gave me a large sum of money before leaving, and said that if he also failed, he would take this money as a dowry and marry you. "

"I……"

Just as Feng Sen was about to speak, he was interrupted by Lyudmila: "But I think, I can no longer rely on anyone, and Eupolit can no longer rely on anyone.

However, I think you also know that with the force we currently have, it is impossible to defeat the Veleti people. We also need your help, but this time, I don't want to just rely on it anymore. I will make a deal with you. "

Liudmila's white and tender little hands reached in from Feng Sen's burqa and touched Feng Sen's belt.

Feng Sen looked down at the top of Lyudmila's head, and he could see the tips of her ears that were as red as boiled.

Lyudmila gently pulled the string on the Greek shirt, and in an instant, the whole dress slid off her body and fell to the ground.

A snow-white body as smooth as cream appeared in front of Feng Sen.

"Mira, you don't really need to..."

"Shut up, I'm making a deal with you!"

Chapter 1 Forty Uda clapped his hands and was overjoyed

This is a rare sunny day. Since the beginning of winter, Brunswick has rarely seen sunshine, but today, although it is only a vague winter sun, it is still better than the usual cold winter wind.

Out of this narrow valley road, there is a vast world. Different from the narrow mountainous area going northwest in the back, everything in front of you is incomparably vast.

There are a few gray clouds stuck in the deep blue sky, the sun pierces through the clouds like a sharp sword, the cloudy autumn sun shines on the field, and shines on the small yellow-white flower, the petals are as transparent as jade, swaying back and forth under the blowing of the cold wind, until the horse's hoof steps over the poor little flower.

Riding on the horse, Uda's greasy eyes stared into the distance, wondering if it was because he was getting closer to the sea. Compared with the freezing cold wind in the swamps and forests, the wind here actually had a somewhat warm feeling. Of course, it would be better if there was no rancid smell of blood in the wind.

Beside Uda, an "army" of 2 people marched slowly.

Uda rode a horse and stood on the hillside, leaning on the armed sword at his waist, looking at the long army winding across the vast wilderness.

They carried spears, hatchets, and some carried a shield, with disheveled hair. Driven by a dozen horsemen in chain mail, they kept moving forward.

Having a shield is already called a warrior in this army, because most of them not only do not have a shield, but even a spear. These people have empty hands, or hold a long wooden stick tied with a stone, and follow behind the person in front, slowly advancing.

I really don't know if I should call this group of people soldiers.

Rough pale skin was exposed between their broken gaps. Sometimes, they would raise their heads to look at Uda standing on the hillside. Two dull beads were inlaid on his dark face, one called numbness and the other called despair.

Sometimes when Uda looked down, some beads had turned into anger and hatred.

"Wow-wow--" the crow's cry hovered in the winter sun. This mocking cry was mixed with the whipping of the warriors' long whips, piercing the bone marrow like a steel needle, which made people extremely hot.

Uda was not in a particularly good mood. He turned his head and looked at the long dragon at the bottom of the hill whose head and tail could not be seen. too much.

Uda was jealous of Elfgar's great military achievements, and his prestige was even higher than his own. He was afraid that Elfgar would take his position away, but since the priests had always sided with Elfgar, Uda also took the position. There was nothing Elfga could do but deal with him coldly.

So when Elfgar really died in Uelzen, Uda was ecstatic at first, but soon, things changed.

The first was the incessant defection of soldiers, the next was the lack of supplies, and finally the struggle of the nobles for supplies.

Most importantly, after two months of squandering, they finally ran out of food.

You must know that Charlie’s tactics of continuously sending troops to burn fields and plunder the population almost destroyed the economic foundation and agricultural production of most of Saxony. his army.

If there is no food, the best way is to rob the Frankish barracks by the Lippe River.

Everyone knew that the Frankish barracks stationed by the Lippe River must have kept a lot of food. If Elfgar was still there, this would be a very good choice.

It's a pity that although Uda is good at dancing and winning over and negotiating with the chiefs and Gore of all parties, he lacks an important ability, that is, fighting.

It's not that he hasn't tried. Uda led an army of 3000 people to fight a battle with [-] local defenders near Hanover. Shot through the ass by a sharp arrow.

After several trials against the Lipper defenders ended in failure or disastrous victory, some rumors finally began to spread among the soldiers. Some said that Uda sent Elfga to die, which made it impossible to defeat the Franks; It was said that Uda was a spy of the Franks and secretly sold grain; some said that Uda was going to surrender to Charles.

To be honest, many of them were not rumors in the accurate sense, such as the one about surrender, but that was Uda's last choice - he had secretly made a cross, just waiting for the rebels to lose.

Of course, this is the last choice. As long as there is even a chance, Uda will not surrender to Charlie unless he can't beat him.

But before being beheaded by Charlie, Uda must first ensure that his head will not be beheaded by the rebellious peasants and soldiers. In this case, the peasants and soldiers will have to be given food and clothes...

Damn, this group of greedy bugs, they are like pigs, they can't eat enough, Uda shook his heavy, multi-layered belly, and waved the long whip in his hand irritably.

On the premise that he couldn't defeat the Lipper defenders, Uda finally remembered Albion's information and Elfgar's suggestion.