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

Although following Elfgar's advice made Uda feel complicated, he had to admit that Elfgar was right, and he needed to join forces with Vidukind or Albion.

At the same time, according to the intelligence of those merchants, Hamburg is a fertile land, at least the Earl of Hamburg will give rewards to soldiers every month, and Uda, only before the war.

It happened to be able to play the banner of revenge for Elfgar to gain the support of those priests and soldiers at the bottom.

"Harold, tell me about the situation in Hamburg." Uda turned around and looked at a skinny man riding on a donkey.

"Okay, my lord." Harold bowed slightly to Uda, "The Earl of Hamburg is from Seres, they always call themselves Han Chinese, let's call them that.

As far as I know, the Earl of Hamburg is a powerful earl. He has [-] armored knights and [-] foot knights under him. Even these foot knights have their own pack horses and even war horses, and they wear armor.

He used a thousand troops to defeat Vidukind's five thousand peasant soldiers, he used a thousand troops to plunder Denmark, he used a thousand troops to capture Uelzen, and defeated Elfgar's three thousand soldiers. Army... my lord, have you noticed anything strange? "

Uda frowned and thought for a while: "He wins every time... Let me tell you, if you don't tell me the answer within three seconds, your ass will rub against these jagged rocks."

"The number is the number, Lord Chief." Harold shouted immediately, "You are really smart. Although you didn't say it on the surface, I can see from your eyes that you want to say the number, right?"

"Yes, that's what I want to say, the number!" Uda immediately cheered.

"We can find that the Han count has always had more than 1000 people when fighting against foreign enemies, that is, his Han troops. I guess either, the brave Saxon chief did not obey the discipline of the Earl of Hamburg, or the Han count did not trust the Saxons, or both."

Harold rode a donkey to Uda's side: "Although they are very strong, my lord, do you think that a mere one thousand can withstand our [-] army?"

"Of course not!" Uda said firmly.

"So it is almost certain that we will take Hamburg. The only thing we need to pay attention to is the movement of the Lipper defenders. If they support Hamburg, everything will come to naught!" Harold pointed to Brunswick in the distance. "There is only one criterion for our march this time—quick! When the Frankish defenders in Lipper find out, we will fly to capture Uelzen, so that even if they react, it will be too late."

"Okay!" Uda clapped his hands, overjoyed, "Just do as you say!"

Chapter 141 The Battle of Setenkar

Under the muddy sunlight, on the ground covered in muddy gray, in the deep and quiet forest, it looks like a few ferocious and terrifying monsters. The sound of the river flowing is simply their roar, which makes people shudder.

This river is a tributary of the Elbe, from Lüne to Uelzen, and people have never given her a proper name, and are often just called that river or the Elbe.

The river runs not far from Uelzen, and in the future, the river will be widened and rebuilt into a canal connecting the north-south waterways, named Settenkanl.

And Feng Sen's army was stationed not far from the upper reaches of the river.

Wrapping the large tent in the center, the entire camp is well-organized. The camp tent is divided into six pieces, showing the shape of six plum blossoms.

In the compact camp, bearded Han soldiers in round-collared white military uniforms came and went in a hurry.

In the sheep felt tent, Feng Sen, Zhenhui, Han Shizhong and Zhang Shicheng stood in front of a long table, concentrating on drawing on a map.

The long oak table was about five meters long, and on the table was a two-meter fir board with a map of Saxony carved out with a knife and ink. On the map, chess pieces and small flags representing various forces were erected on the map.

Feng Sen reached out to pick up a chess piece, put it in Brunswick's position, and said, "Everyone, the scouts are here to report that Uda's army has arrived at Brunswick Castle."

"How many people?" Zhang Shicheng asked.

"The total number is estimated to be in the early [-]s. Brunswick is too small to station many people. It should not exceed [-]. The rest are stationed in several nearby villages. The exact number has not been found out," Feng Sen said. I placed several chess pieces near Brunswick, "There should be more than [-] of them in total, and there should be some who haven't arrived yet."

"If they divide their forces, our plan will not achieve the best results!" Zhenhui frowned, pushing the chess pieces on the map: "Jieshuai, what do you think?"

"The effect of implementation comes second." Daves sat on the chair, his right hand clenched his fist and supported his head: "Their marching speed is faster than we thought. I don't know if the Eight Banners in Lune can get things done."

"Chen Sicheng is very familiar with these things. As for those coats and slaves, no matter how stupid they are, they have been building roads for at least half a year. They are already skilled workers, so it shouldn't be too late." Zhenhui put the two chess pieces in Lune .

"Would such an arrangement be a bit risky?" Han Shizhong looked at the distribution of troops on the map, "Even if these Eight Banners are not very usable, it's better than nothing."

In this battle, Feng Sen mobilized a total of 500 people and [-] mules and horses. Almost all the young men and mules and horses in Hamburg were wiped out and brought to the battlefield.

On the map, the distribution of Feng Sen's troops is that hundreds of local militiamen in Hamburg guard Hamburg, fortify the walls and clear the fields. On a high ground from Lüne to Uelzen, Feng Sen placed [-] infantry, basically with the Eight Banners as the main force.

As for Yuerzen, Feng Sen brought Yicong cavalry and his Jingnan cavalry, and he wanted Yuerzen to use these 500 people to defeat Uda's 2 troops. However, in Feng Sen's view, what he wanted to defeat was never [-] people, but seven or eight thousand capable tribal fighters and noble warriors.

Although killing the farmers and soldiers with wooden sticks is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables, Feng Sen can easily consume them to death by relying on the local battle, the number of horses and the elite cavalry in a decisive battle.

But that would be too cost-effective. This battle is just an open-door battle, and the real battle is yet to come.

Therefore, Feng Sen needs to win, and needs a quick victory with almost no downsizing.

Zhang Shicheng's fingers moved up and down along the curve of the Settenkaner River for a while: "How about we go to worship the Dragon Lord? Although this is Europa, there should be something similar to the Dragon Lord."

"Yes, at your own expense." Feng Sen replied without looking up.

Zhenhui counted the beads in his hand for a while, and asked earnestly, "Jieshuai, do you think Uda's army can act as expected?"

Feng Sen still maintained the previous posture: "I don't know, I don't know, no one can know, we can only leave it to fate to decide.

I am a person who does not believe in fate. We have to fight for our own destiny. We have already arranged a lot, left most of our troops in Lüne, and let the merchants release false news that I am at odds with the chiefs. We have done everything that needs to be done, and now only the last blow is left.

If this strategy cannot be implemented, then the only way is to disperse the stationed troops through rapid mobile attacks according to the original plan. "

"We will defeat them." Zhang Shicheng looked at the map that had been deduced many times day and night, "Jie Shuai, I would like to be the vanguard, cross the river to harass and attack the Uda rebels, force them to gather and slow down their marching speed."

"good!"

Feng Sen stood up and slammed his fist on the table: "Masters, I have always loved peace and disliked fighting, but the wealth and honor in front of me are alluring, and I will take it for all of you."

"Here!"

Watching the school captains at all levels leave the camp, Feng Sen glanced at the map on the table and sighed softly.

It has been seven days since Feng Sen set off. That day he and Lyudmila had a ridiculous night, and the next day Lyudmila left the general's mansion with a lot of harvest, but Feng Sen's dissuasion was useless, so he had to send a few skilled guards to protect her.

This is the only thing Feng Sen can do, but in any case, Lyudmila has indeed made a good deal, and now Feng Sen has to rescue if he does not go to the rescue.

But these things had to be thought of after defeating Uda.

"Feng."

Sitting on the recliner, Feng Sen was about to lie down and take a nap, when he heard another gentle call, but Gisela sat beside him.

"It turned out to be Sister Gisela." Feng Sen sat up, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the medical team?"

Feng Sen's original Jingnan Army also had a special medical team. Although their medical skills were limited to cleaning wounds and dressing bandages, in this era, it was enough to reduce the death rate due to injuries on the battlefield to a very low level.

After coming here, Feng Sen appointed Kang Dezhen as the head of the medical team, and recruited many smart youngsters to be the medical team. After many requests, Gisela finally got Feng Sen's consent, joined in, and became the deputy head of the medical team.

Gisela hesitated for a while, then shook her head and said, "It's not the medical team... Feng, many soldiers who fought under the banner of Elfgar before tried to connect with me while they were injured. They seemed to recognize me as Vidukind's daughter."

"How could it be?" Feng Sen was full of doubts, "You have been in the monastery since you were a teenager. Has anyone seen you?"

"I have no idea……"

"Forget it, don't act rashly, let me find out what's going on." Feng Sen rubbed his forehead and said helplessly, oh, it's another troublesome matter.

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A: The First Dynasty of Feng Han (from the beginning of the 9th century to the beginning of the 13th century)

A1: Viking Banner (790)

This professional slave-born warrior shows us the difference between the Bannermen and the tribal fighters in the Ohan army.The following are the standard equipment for the flagmen: a Germanic helmet with eight pieces of iron spliced ​​together, a pair of hooded chain mail, and a breast scale armor made of long thin iron pieces.

A2: Jingnan cavalry (790)

This cavalryman from the Li Tang Dynasty of the Chinese Empire wore black lacquered fish scale armor, and his bow and horse lance were almost Tang-style. He was wearing a typical Tang-style military uniform. Unlike the Chinese Empire, the clothes of the Jingnan cavalry were more adapted to the local area The green field ring pattern woolen smock is the most suitable condition, and the Futou is one of the symbols of the nobles in the army.

——Excerpt from "Osprey ManAtArms Series No. 347: Medieval Celestian Armies (790-1253)"

Chapter 142 In the Battle of Setenkar

A wild goose broke away from the herd for some reason, and hurried towards the south when winter came.

In the dark sky, it flies alone, it glides freely along the forest and field, with its head held high, letting the fierce evening wind blow its soft feathers.

what is that?

The wild geese lowered their height a little curiously, and suddenly there were a bunch of mixed black spots between the withered yellow and navy blue mountains, which looked a bit like ants, gathering densely.

This is a camp of Wuda. Unlike the Tang army, Wuda's camp has been building one camp in the east and one in the west. There is no plan, and the fires are swirling and extinguishing between the camps.

At this time, a strange pigeon appeared in front of it, it was an ugly fat pigeon.

The pigeon didn't have a single feather of solid color all over its body. On its gray body, it showed a patch of baldness from time to time, and the original beautiful tail feathers were stained with a lot of dried dung.

The wild goose didn't eat the pigeon, but a bad taste made it pounce on him. While the pigeon was not paying attention, it hit him hard, and the pigeon immediately fell straight down.

However, the Fat Pigeon was not discouraged and despaired after suffering such an innocent disaster. Instead, it spread its wings desperately and glides towards the predetermined destination.

Standing on the ground, Sabo raised his hands high, waiting for the pigeon to fall into his hands.

But it was a pity that the pigeon slipped dangerously over Sabo's palm, and then fell into the cow dung pile with a snap.

Still wearing a soft woolen hat with ear protection and a wine bag hanging, Sabo staggered to the cow dung pile, and rescued the pigeon from the cow dung pile by its thin legs.

"Oh!" Sabo covered his red, distilled nose with his other hand, "Dude, you really should take a shower."

The pigeon opened its red eyes like dead fish, and seemed to have fallen into a daze. It still looked at Sabo blankly, but it soon saw the wine bag on the thin man's waist, sobered up instantly, and let out a loud "cuckoo".

"Damn it, I don't have any wine! I don't have any more." Sabo was taken aback for a moment, then angrily threw the pigeon aside, and took a roll of papyrus from its leg.

Just when Sabo was about to leave, he suddenly felt a slight movement of the wine bag around his waist, but it was the fat pigeon that kept pecking at his wine bag.

"Go away, go away, I don't have any wine for you." Unlike in the past, Sabo doesn't have much wine for his "eagle".

Due to the wanton indulgence of Wu Da and other nobles, the more than enough food and grass quickly bottomed out in a month. Of course, this is related to Wu Da and the others, who each have a pig every day, but the nobles are in the minority after all, so much food and grass can't be eaten up no matter how much they eat.

The real reason is that the warriors and nobles led by Uda used this rebellion to continuously deprive the land and livestock from the free people. Most of the so-called consumed food went into the pockets of the lower-level tribal fighters, The ordinary free militia at the bottom can't get anything.

Although Sabo's current title is the so-called falconer of Udafeng, he is still a tribesman, and he is still a caste of enslaved people. The fact that he can receive enough rations every day depends on the premise that he was Udafeng's servant. Where can he get wine to feed the pigeons?

Sabo's wine bag was filled with water, but there was a residual aroma of wine in the wine bag, and he hoped that it would bring a little taste of wine.

"Cuckoo! Cuckoo!"

"You little devil, don't bother me!"

"Cuckoo!"

"Be careful, I will kill you and make soup!"

While being harassed by pigeons pecking up and down, Sabo staggered towards the camp. This is a logistics camp in Uda. There are almost 2000 people, but most of them are soldiers of the enslaved caste like Sabo.

Stepping over a pile of dirty garbage, Sabo crossed a sewage ditch (which used to be a clear stream) and walked towards the central camp. Along the way, the numb bottom tribe gathered together, tremblingly lighting a small bonfire to keep warm.

From the scorched and dilapidated tents, it can be seen that many people have been buried in the flames.

Holding the thin wooden tube, Sabo hurried on his way with his head down. If the damned pigeon did not send the wrong message, then this roll of papyrus should have come from the camp further back.

Uda's army did not set off together, but was divided into three batches, and took three plundering routes to the vicinity of Brunswick, because the villages on one route were not enough for them to hustle and rob food.

In fact, in addition to looting supplies, another important reason is to replenish troops. The number of deserters among Uda’s rebels is skyrocketing. There are more than a dozen deserters almost every day. During the journey from Brancken to Brunswick for more than a week, 2000 people escaped from the front team alone. The rebels urgently need to recruit troops to replenish their troops.

"When will this kind of day end?" Sabo stared at the cold wind and rancid smell, glanced at the chaotic sky and pale clouds, and shook his head.

Since he ran out of alcohol, Sabo has become much wiser and also suffered a lot.

"I really want to drink." Muttering constantly, Sabo limped and finally came to the vicinity of the middle camp. In fact, although it is called the big tent, in fact, the center of this camp is not in the physical center of the camp, but in a field near the edge.

"Brother, there's a letter from behind." Standing in front of the guarding soldiers, Sabo flattered and nodded.

The guarding warrior didn't even open his eyelids, and squinted at Sabo: "You can go in, but the pigeon on your shoulder can't."

"Damn it!" Sabo turned around angrily, and kept beating the ugly fat pigeon, and the pigeon would not give up until it reached its goal, flying up and down around Sabo, and even dropped a bubble of shit on Sabo's neck.

"Go away! You dead pigeon!"

"Goo!"

"I tell you to go away! I'm going to get wine now, go away!"

"Cuckoo!"

"Grandma, I beg you, go away, I'm going to get some wine!"

"Buzz!" A sharp whistle overwhelmed the cooing of the pigeons.

Then, there was the sound of something falling to the ground, and Sabo turned around stiffly, only to see that the warrior before him had his eyes wide open, and an arrow shot out of his throat, bursting out countless foams of blood.

"Enemy attack!"

But Sabo's ridiculous screams were inaudible to everyone. The ear-splitting sound of gongs and drums sounded outside the camp. Countless rockets were ignited and fell into the camp. The tents used to keep warm were instantly ignited one after another.

"Run!" Sabo couldn't care less, and ran in one direction regardless of his head, while running, he shouted at the soldiers lying dead on the roadside, "Enemy attack, run!"

In the dim sky of the evening, Sabo staggered and fled towards his tent. He didn't know if it was safe there, but as long as he stayed away from the attackers, as long as he could stay away.