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

"Cuckoo!" A pigeon blew above his head, Sabo fell forward knowingly for some reason, and the next second, a hatchet flew past Sabo's head, firmly embedded in the tree in front of him.

Without further ado, Sabo peed his pants immediately.

But I don't know if it was too dark, the soldier who threw the throwing ax thought that Sabo had fallen, so he drove his horse towards the sound of the calling horn.

After wriggling on the ground for a while, Sabo, regardless of the cold weather, rolled into the stinky ditch, and the ugly fat pigeon landed on Sabo's head.

"Good man, I owe you one."

"Cuckoo!"

"Damn it, I don't have any alcohol!"

Chapter 143 The Battle of Setenkanle Part 1

The half-burnt leaves slowly fell from the scorched tree, and fell on Uda's blue-gray face in the blue-gray air.

This is a pitch-black world. Remnants of soldiers in twos and threes are helping each other to search for supplies that are still available on the scorched black ground. Their boots step on the scorched black ground, making crunching sounds.

Some tents were burned to the point where only a wooden frame was left, and some wooden frames still carried embers of fire that had not yet burned out. Walking on the ground, you could even feel the warmth of the soles of your feet.

Wu Da took a deep breath of the burnt-smelling air, and kicked a scorched black head inlaid with arrowheads viciously, kicking it far away, only then did he express some of the depression in his heart.

Of the more than 2000 people, no more than [-] were able to rejoin the battlefield. The rest of them either escaped or were hacked to death by their own people in the camp roar.

The loss of personnel is nothing more than the loss of food, the most important thing is the loss of food and grass. Uda squeezed the soldiers again and knew that they would be rewarded with a full meal before the battle. But now due to the loss of food, the only way is to wait for the last group of rebel soldiers to come and mobilize food from nearby villages and tribes again.

To tell the truth, Zhang Shicheng's troops crossing the Settenkaner River to sneak in were only 10 cavalry, and it took no more than [-] minutes from the start of the attack to the departure.

In the final analysis, it is Wu Da himself who can achieve such a great result!

"These despicable Han people." Uda gritted his teeth and kicked down a half-remained tent. Heavy dust rose up, causing the surrounding guards to cough.

"Go, and have all the Goyles in the vicinity come to my tent."

"As ordered."

"Hey, I remember that Sabo, my falconer, is also in this big camp. How is he?"

"He saved his life, but because he was soaked in the ditch for most of the night and contracted the cold, he is recuperating now, but according to what he said, he tried his best to keep the letters sent by the rear army from being found by those Han people."

"That's right." Uda couldn't help but sighed, "Look, look, the people around me are so considerate. Those little chiefs and nobles never thought of rescuing our food and grass when they encountered a fire. But look, Sabo, a mere enslaved person, actually obeyed his duties and kept the letters and information in his hands."

That's because the letter in his hand weighs less than an egg. If two strong men could carry a bag of rye, Sabo would have given up and fled long ago.

The guard next to him couldn't help complaining in his heart, but on the surface, he still echoed: "Beautiful qualities will continue to infect people around. I think Sabo must have been influenced by you."

"Hahahaha." Uda laughed. He said, "Let Sabo recover from his wounds." Then he walked towards the camp of the Chinese army.

Uda waited in the tent for a short time before a dozen or so Gores, priests, and some powerful little chiefs came, sat around the long table in the middle, and began to discuss.

"What a bunch of despicable people." A Gore couldn't help cursing, "If you have the ability to find a plain, we will fight openly. What's the point of stealing while others are not paying attention?"

After he finished speaking, a group of Gores condemned the despicable and shameless Han Chinese. Of course, apart from some useless condemnations, some pragmatic elders and priests raised a key question:

"Now that our grain and grass have been burned, should we continue to implement the original plan?"

"There is no food and grass, so we can only wait." Uda's face was extremely ugly. "But once the food and grass reach Brunswick, we will launch an attack immediately, and we cannot let Lipper's Frankish army discover our intentions."

"So when do we attack?"

Uda stretched out his hand to the guard at the side, and soon a note was handed to Uda: "This is the letter that my loyal falconer Sabo risked his life to save from the attack, and the rest 5000 men, with provisions, will be in Brunswick in three days, so—we shall attack in four days."

"Then what should we do with our food and grass now?"

Harold bowed back and said, "We can sell trophies to merchants in exchange for food and grass now. There are also two departments in Lünegaur. They have taken refuge in the Earl of Hamburg, and we can get food and grass from them."

A Gower immediately objected loudly: "Are you referring to Celle and Walsrode? I don't agree with this. Although they were forced to pay tribute to the Earl of Hamburg, it was only a stopgap measure. They have always been the loyal supporters of Chief Uda.

When Chief Vidukind launched a glorious uprising, they stood firmly on our side. They did not send a single soldier to the Earl of Hamburg, but provided Vidukind with a hundred soldiers. We should not push us to our opposite. "

"They used to provide Vidukind with a source of troops?" Uda opened his eyes wide. "Okay, this does give me a reason to rob them."

"Great Chief, I think..."

That Gore wanted to speak again, but a white-bearded priest interrupted him: "Chief Uda, I think you should realize one thing, that is, Chief Vidukind is not our enemy, but our ally, and his father is also a hero who fought bravely against the Franks. I don't agree with your attitude towards him."

Everyone in the tent fell silent and looked at the old man. This old man was wearing a deerskin robe and was holding an oak stick in his hand. His eyebrows were raised so that his eyes could not be seen clearly.

The old man's name was Griffith. He used to follow Vidukind's father to participate in the war against the Franks. He was the most respected priest in Saxony.

"I hope you can apologize for this." The old man stared at Uda with sharp eyes.

Uda's face turned blue and white, and it took a while before he reluctantly said: "Okay, I apologize for this. But you should have no objection to looting the nearby villages."

This time it was the old man who was silent for a while before saying: "I have no objection, but you have to play the banner that they are the ally of the Earl of Hamburg, so we attack them."

"Of course." Uda shrugged.

"Lord Chief, if the decision is to launch an attack in four days, where do we cross the river?" A young priest asked.

Uda pouted at Harold, and Harold immediately replied: "I have already scouted near the Settenkaner River. Since it is winter and the water depth is shallower than before, I have chosen a place to cross the river. There's a shallow beach there."

"So it's settled then?"

"That's it." The old man stood up and looked deeply at Wuda, "Chief Wuda, although we are going to fight urgently now, I still have to remind you, the result of my divination tells me that you have to be cautious."

"Of course, my lord Griffith." Uda nodded towards him.

"Continue talking about specific matters. I'm too old, and I have to take a nap every afternoon. You continue, continue." Leaning on a heavy crutch, the old man tremblingly walked out of the tent. A young priest walked to his side and gently supported his arm.

After arriving outside the tent and walking about ten steps, the old man suddenly asked in a low voice, "Vidukind is still awake?"

"I don't know, Albion doesn't feel right." The young priest replied.

"I heard that Gisela is in the army of the Earl of Hamburg."

"There are rumors that this is the case, but I'm not sure, maybe it's just a person with the same name and surname."

"Poor little girl, if I had known earlier, I should have snatched her away from that bastard." The old man sighed, "The wind in this winter is extremely noisy."

Chapter 144 The Battle of Setenkanle Part 2

Uda and Harold's plan for crossing the river was very simple. It can be summed up in four sentences. The army stopped by the river, found some scout cavalry to cross the river, set up ropes and planks, and started charging.

Simple and efficient.

After the food and grass were in place, a full 4000 Uda rebels appeared on the banks of the Setenkaner River, and their team pulled out a long line with a total length of nearly five miles—don’t ask the remaining [-] people Where did you go.

Its team was divided into three groups: 5000 vanguard troops led by Harold to cross the river first, 9000 Chinese troops led by Uda personally crossed the river after Harold established a position, and the last 3000 people were led by Griffith, who guarded the grain and grass in the rear and followed the Chinese army to cross the river.

Harold chose a river crossing location in a narrow bend. Because of the low water level in winter, the water flow was not turbulent and could pass through quickly. Moreover, because of the low water level, it was no big deal even if soldiers fell into the water.

Standing in front of the army, Wu Da felt that his life had reached a peak.

Look at yourself, you used to be just a passable Saxon Gower wandering around on a donkey drunk and bad wine, no one knows, no one cares, just a bunch of annoying Gower relatives who have no use for their farts.

But now, everything has changed, those prestigious and powerful Gores were taken away by Widukind or killed/surrendered by Charlemagne, guess who is the most prestigious Gore now - it is him, Uda!A little Gower from Dessau!

He was riding a tall horse, he was wearing a luxurious chain mail and Roman scale armor, and he was holding a Frankish iron long sword that he had never imagined before, commanding thousands of troops!

If he hadn't been drunk that day, if his nephew hadn't been Elfgar, if he hadn't had so many relatives, I'm afraid he would still be an ordinary Goyle riding a little donkey.

But now, everything is different. Riding on the horse, Uda's ears are filled with the sound of armor rubbing, weapons clashing, servants' flattering praise, the shouts of various warriors, and the crisp sound of whips being pulled out.

Wu Da looked back, behind him was the dark crowd and the long axes and sharp knives gleaming with cold light, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance.

What a heart-pounding scene.

Looking at the gradually brightening sky, Uda turned his eyes to Harold beside him, and Harold, who was riding a gray horse, nodded to Uda.

Taking a deep breath, Uda drew out his long sword and pointed at the river ahead: "Cross the river!"

Following Uda's order, more than a dozen light cavalrymen led the ropes, braved the river, and ran towards the other side of the river bank. In the early morning light, Uda could already see the roof of Erzen's sentry tower in the distance.

After a not-so-long wait, the cavalry on the opposite side finally blew the small horn in their hands. The sound of the horn was like a reveille, successfully waking up Uda's entire army.

"It seems that they haven't reacted yet." Uda shook the reins vigorously, "Harold, lead the troops across the river!"

"As you order, Lord Chief."

The sound of the horn spread throughout Uda's army formation, arousing a large pool of birds in the forest by the river. Several rabbits came out of their holes in the soil and watched curiously at this chaotic but confident army.

Under the leadership of Harold, a total of 5000 elite vanguards began to cross the river.

The Settenkaner River in winter was icy cold, and the soldiers of the Vanguard Army were shocked as soon as they stepped in. However, driven by looting and long whips, they resisted the cold and fear, tied their spears and weapons firmly to their bodies, held the long ropes around them with both hands, and began to walk slowly to the other side of the river.

But as they walked, they suddenly felt the river trembling. Looking up into the distance, they saw three rows of cavalry marching towards this side at full speed in a neat formation.

"Damn it, everyone, speed up and cross the river!" Harold immediately shouted to the soldiers, "Are you turtles? Move your legs, hurry up!"

The soldiers of Harold's department moved quickly. They struggled to pull the long rope, and the rope was stretched straight above the river. They pushed and pulled each other, trying to make the speed faster by using the shoulders and legs of their companions.

Soon, they crossed the river which was less than a third of the distance.

"Keep running! Hurry up!" Riding on the tall gray horse, Harold shouted loudly in front, urging the soldiers to move on.

"Buzz!"

As if a swarm of bees were making annoying chirping sounds, the most classic tactics of the soldiers of the Jingnan Army started again.

Concentrated arrows, piercing screams, and red-dyed river water, round after round of arrows shot at them, screams and shouts arose, and the bright red liquid dyed the entire river red.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, let me go first!"

"No no, you should get out of the way, I want to go back!"

There was confusion in the formation of the rebel soldiers, some wanted to continue ashore, and some wanted to go back to the other side.

"These bastards!" Harold was furious, but he knew that now was not the time to pursue responsibility.

"Speed ​​up, let me all cross the river!"

Harold gritted his teeth and yelled, he waved his long whip recklessly, and the shadow of the whip drew countless arcs, hitting several rebel soldiers who caused chaos, and dispatched elite warriors and cavalry to control the situation.

But the strange thing is that the Jingnan army stopped shooting after only seven or eight rounds, but these times they fired in batches and did not consume many arrows.

"Great, they have no arrows, everyone, speed up, cross the river, cross the river!" Harold exclaimed in surprise.

Under the impact of death and the river, the movements of all the soldiers became more agile and faster, and the distance between them and the river bank became closer and closer.

Holding up his round shield to block a wave of throwing axes, Harold shouted loudly: "We're here, we're here, go ashore, go ashore."

"Buzz!"

This is a real salvo, and it is a salvo of iron arrows, and the air passes through the round holes on the arrows, making a scream like a scream.

Countless bloody Manjusawa bloomed on the Saxon rebel soldiers, blood spattered, and a large number of soldiers fell to the ground with arrows. Fortunately, due to the vigorous water vapor in the past two days, some bow strings were damp, and the bow strength decreased. The casualties were not as severe as normal.

But even so, their faces were still pale with fright, and the soles of their feet were weak.

"Speed ​​up, speed up, we're going ashore! We're going ashore!"

Harold's voice spread throughout the army. Amidst the sound of the horn, the soldiers scrambled towards the river bank. Some stumbled and fell into the river because of nervousness, while others tripped over the edge of the river bank and fell into the river. However, they finally landed on the bank without any risk and escaped the fate of death.

They stood on the bank of the river in embarrassment, panting, and patted their chests gratefully, looking at the bodies floating on the river, forgot to speak for a while... They really needed time to calm down.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Harold turned around and shouted to his soldiers, "Loyal soldiers, we did it! Well done!"

Harold turned over and got off his horse. He looked at the Jingnan cavalry hanging not far away, and patted the shoulders of the surrounding soldiers, "You are doing well, my friend."

Soon, almost all the vanguard troops went ashore, and the total number was about [-]. When they successfully stepped on the soft river sand, many soldiers burst into tears, but the matter was not over yet.

"What are you still doing, hurry up and build a camp!"

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Returning, he led a group of eight people, butchered 16 members of his ancestors in the same vein, wrote a blood book on the wall and said: "The murderer is Han Gou'er!"

——"New Han History Han Shizhong Biography"

Sorry for ps2, I forgot to add ps before

Chapter 145 The Battle of Setenkanle Part 3

"What are you still doing, hurry up and build a camp!"

Harold yelled at the soldiers.

Then the soldiers still stood there sluggishly, gasping for breath and sitting on the ground to rest. Obviously, the terrifying arrow rain that crossed the river just now left them still in shock.