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

But Harold knew that now was not the time to enjoy it. With the frightening fighting power of the Jingnan cavalry, if they didn't build a camp soon, the more than 4000 people might not be enough for them to kill.

Gritting his teeth, Harold took out his long whip again, and lashed at the soldiers: "Quick! Build a camp!"

The crisp whip and scorching pain finally brought the soldiers back to their senses, and they hurriedly followed Harold's instructions to get busy.

"Move, move! You slobs!" Harold yelled again. "Where's our plank and shield? Use shields, and stones, and tie up the horses...Damn it, look what you're doing? That branch isn't as thick as yours!"

Following the successful landing of Harold and others, the second batch of troops crossing the river slowly followed the swaying long rope, but this time, they also carried a lot of wooden boards and shields for defense, and tried to cross the river on the long rope. Build a simple wooden bridge between them.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Is it thundering?Some soldiers who buried their heads in the fence and refused to horses couldn't help but look up. Not far away, smoke and dust rose.

That's not thunder, that's the sound of thunderous hooves!

It was the group of terrifying Jingnan cavalry, the leading cavalry wore a golden visor, and the bow and arrow in his hand swayed slightly with the ups and downs of his body. Behind him, 900 Xuanjia cavalry (the [-] could only ride horses, not Knowing how to ride and fight) lined up in a neat queue, slowly drawing the bow and arrow in their hands.

"They are going to charge the camp, shield wall, shield wall!" Harold shouted to the buglemen and drummers behind him, and then the horns and drums sounded together with the thunderous hoofbeats.

The experienced noble warriors yelled loudly in an instant, pulled the familiar tribal warriors to their side, and formed two thick shield walls in the direction facing Feng Sen's cavalry.

Everyone gritted their teeth and stood firmly in the front row, but what greeted them was not heavy horseshoes, but flying arrows. Under Feng Sen's leadership, the cavalry circled around in front of the shield wall strangely, and retreated after firing a burst of arrows in front of the formation.

After a while, when the warriors wanted to lift the shield wall, the thunderous sound of horseshoes sounded again. This time Feng Sen was still in the lead, but behind him was not the Xuanjia cavalry, but the cavalry infantry from before.

Although after a period of training, the equestrian skills of the mounted infantry have improved significantly, but their cavalry skills are still not very good, so Feng Sen provided them with a short javelin that is not costly, and it doesn't matter if they miss the shot.

This time, the [-] cavalry still circled in front of the formation for a while and then retreated. After that, at least [-] cavalry took turns to charge in turns, throwing javelins or throwing axes in front of the formation.

In fact, the cavalry did not make direct contact with the Saxon soldiers. Feng Sen and the others hardly entered the range of the opponent's throwing axes or javelins, or retreated after only ten seconds, but the shields of Harold's department The wall has a faint premonition of collapse.

You must know that going to the battlefield is an absolutely dangerous sport. People who have not been there can't understand the fear. When hundreds of horses that can trample people to death rush, the first reaction of ordinary people must be Dodge and escape, not to mention that these horses can "attack from a distance".

Feng Sen's cavalry can rest through rotation, but the soldiers who form the shield wall can't rest. Every time the cavalry rushes, it seems real, every time there are bows or javelins, every time it seems to be dancing on the blade, This kind of psychological pressure can't be carried by non-elite soldiers.

Harold's shield wall can last until now, which is already considered good.

Harold was fighting against Feng Sen under great pressure, and Uda was not idle. The soldiers in front of him rode his tall horses and kept advancing in the river. Beside him, the soldiers were on the long side Lay planks on the rope, while pulling the long rope to keep moving forward.

Looking down from mid-air, countless waves were splashed by the bodies of soldiers in this section of the Settenkaner River. However, from time to time, one or two soldiers were washed away by the current.

On the bank of the river, there was the sound of horseshoes mixed with the smell of blood and iron, and in the river water, there was the sound of shouts mixed with the smell of rancid water vapor. This section of the river has never been as lively as it is today.

"Pass over the board!"

"Oops, the rope is broken!"

"Go on, go on, don't stop."

Uda rode his tall horse and trudged through the river. He drew out his long whip and beat the soldiers who were lazy or making trouble. Suddenly, a wooden plank fell from the long rope and hit Uda's crotch directly along the water flow. Get off the horse's ass.

"Sorry!"

"Call-"

The steed was frightened and rushed forward a few steps, almost throwing Wu Da off the horse. You must know that Wu Da is wearing two layers of armor. If he fell into the river, what would happen?

Uda pulled the reins and came to the side of the rope bridge. After two crisp sounds accompanied by the soldiers' screams, the soldiers whose eyes were blown out by the long whips fell directly into the water, and were dragged downstream by the current.

"What's going on? Huh?" Wu Da looked at the few nobles who were in charge of laying the bridge, and shouted loudly.

The nobleman yelled at Qu with a sad face: "Chief Wuda, the current is really too fast, we can't control it at all."

"What's the rush? Why didn't I feel the rush?" Uda kicked him on the back angrily, almost kicking the nobleman off the bridge. "The current is so fast, how did Harold get ashore? It's holding an arrow, don't make excuses, hurry up!"

"Chief Uda!" A Saxon cavalryman with three wooden arrows stuck in his back rushed up to Uda, "Chief Harold asked me to ask, when will I arrive? The brothers in front can't bear it anymore."

Wu Da looked into the distance: "Damn it, damn it, why are things always so bad! Forget it, this half of the cable bridge should be enough, order the whole army to cross the river!"

The urgent charge sounded above the river. After Uda gave the order, he followed the cavalry who sent the message to the front line.

As Wuda's cavalry continued to cross the river, the soldiers of the Jingnan Army had stopped their rounds of roundabout charges, and instead sent cavalry squads of more than a dozen to fight with the Saxon cavalry crossing the river.

While fighting, they kept shouting around the array.

In the formation, three or five deserters would appear every one or two minutes, and then beheaded by the Saxon cavalry supervisor.

Arriving at the position on the river bank, Uda found Harold who was sitting in front of a bonfire pulling an arrow from his shoulder: "How is the situation?"

"I have to tell you, I don't think we can last long. When will our cavalry be able to cross the river?"

"The speed of laying the cable bridge is too slow. The horses of our cavalry are too short. The water here is too deep. We can only lead them along. Will they all arrive soon?"

"Is the water deep?" Harold asked, scratching his head. "When I crossed the river, even our shortest pony was only a little above his chest."

An inexplicable palpitation hit Uda, he felt something was wrong, very wrong.

"What are they shouting?" Uda suddenly asked Harold.

"Who?"

"Those cavalry in black armor."

"Some words of persuasion, what the heavenly father blesses, what the heavenly father sends down floods to punish..."

"Worden..." Uda opened his mouth slowly, "Quick, tell them to go back, don't cross the river, don't cross the river..."

"Why?" Harold's eyes widened. "We have finally crossed this river. Are we going to let those Han people?"

Uda ignored him, but roared at a cavalryman who delivered the order almost loudly: "Go to the river, tell them not to cross the river, go back, go back to me!"

"Master Chief?! You, what are you doing..." Before Harold finished his surprised words, he heard a strange rumbling sound, which was getting closer and closer, like thunder .

A Saxon cavalry leader came from the front and bowed to Harold and asked, "Master Chief! Those black armored cavalry have run away! We are going to chase...Worden..."

The cavalryman's words stopped in the middle as if they were cut off in the middle. What did he see, what was it?

From the upper reaches of the river, the turbulent water is like a beast out of the cage, like a tiger descending the mountain, hoarse and roaring, twisting its huge body, the black river, white waves, the water is rolling up the silt and weeds beside the river bank And driftwood, roaring and rushing towards Uda's army!

1Chapter 16 The Battle of Setenkar is over

The black river water hit the team crossing the river like a heavy hammer, cutting off the entire team crossing the river. The roaring water seemed to pour from the sky, engulfing the soldiers crossing the river in an instant.

"Help!"

"Where did the flood come from!"

"Run, run!"

The river became chaotic in an instant, everyone was yelling, everyone was yelling, I couldn’t hear anything, I couldn’t see anything, I could only hear the mixed sound of the torrent, and I could only see the torrent in the real physical sense .

With his eardrums about to burst, Wu Da kept shouting in the crowd: "Run, run!"

However, it was too late. The river was like a giant black dragon, which opened its bloody mouth and kept closing its mouth to bite down. It knocked over and flew the soldiers crossing the bridge, and washed away the half-built cable bridge;

Countless soldiers fell into the water with desperate howls, struggling to call for help, but the most terrifying thing was the heavy driftwood and gravel on the black river.

These driftwood and gravel are the minions of the black dragon. They rushed towards the poor soldiers, and the sound of heavy impact was endless.

A rebel soldier from Uda struggled in the water. His hands came out of the water, and he frantically tugged on the rope in his hands. The icy cold water made his teeth chatter, and the biting cold pierced into his pores, his expression even They all started to turn purple.

As the vanguard of the second batch of soldiers crossing the river, he has been rushing to the forefront of crossing the river. When the flood came, he had already stepped on the soft river sand. to shore.

But Worden blessed him, he was not washed very far, and he also grabbed a broken long rope tied to a tree on the shore, and now he is only seven or eight steps away from the shore, the last seven steps...

What is that shadow?This was his last thought. In the next second, the heavy driftwood was raised high, like a battering ram, slammed into his chest under the control of the strong man, the river.

"Boom!"

There was a heavy bang like a drum, and blood sprayed out from the mouth and nose as if for free, almost forming a cloud of blood mist.

Such scenes happened all the time in the middle of the river. Huge water pressure and driftwood slammed against each other. Wuda witnessed a soldier being thrown into the air by the rolling stones and driftwood in the river, and even flew to the bank. However, judging from his deeply sunken forehead, it is estimated that any treatment would be futile.

Death spread over the Settenkaner.

"Back off!"

Uda's roar sounded, but as before, it was still too late, the raging river had already reached the bank, and soldiers were constantly being swept away by the river coming ashore.

Standing on a high slope, the river has already washed Uda's knees. He leaned on his excellent long sword to look for his enemy blankly, but unfortunately, at a glance, his enemies are everywhere - the raging river.

At this moment, a quarter of the troops crossing the river had already been lost. Even if a small number of survivors managed to catch the ropes or the reef, under the ravages of the river, they might not even be able to escape, and would only die slowly in pain and suffocation.

"Why, why is this happening?" Uda took off his helmet inlaid with a huge ruby. This should have been an easy task. Those Han troops only had a force of just over a thousand. Why did this happen?

"Ah—" Uda let out a hysterical roar. He drew out the long sword in his hand and slashed at the river in front of him. He felt his head buzzing, as if countless bees were buzzing in his ears.

"It's the wrath of the river god! Flood, this is the flood, it's their god's punishment for us..." Harold's murky and trembling voice sounded behind him, and he clutched Uda's clothes tightly: "Lord Chief , They are people who are blessed by their gods, but we are not, let's escape early."

"Escape? Where are we going? Where can we escape?" Uda slashed at the river frantically, crying with tears, "Look at these rivers? Where can we escape?!"

After chopping and hacking for a while, Wu Da finally regained his senses. Looking at everything in front of him, the past half a year flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, but the final frame was a torrent of floods. Those ambitions and calculations seemed like a dream: "Could it be, could it be that he really has the blessing of Heavenly Father?"

"Could it be, could it be that he really has the blessing of the heavenly father?" Looking at the dreadful flood not far away, Bue muttered to himself.

Bue is a Norse, living in the Norwegian area, but there is no concept of Norway there, just countless large and small tribes.

These tribes used to live in peace, but as the weather got warmer and fertile land became more and more, these tribes began to fight continuously, and the concept of kingship also appeared in the impression of the Norse people.

In fact, according to Bue's idea, there will be more fertile land and everyone can own their own land, so there should be fewer conquests, but the reality tells him that he is wrong.

Population expansion has inertia. Sometimes the land and productivity are not enough to support these populations. However, due to the increasing stock, the population will not stop like a runaway carriage.

This is also the reason why the Vikings would plunder everywhere in the 9th and 10th centuries. The local output could no longer satisfy the growing population, and the benefits brought by the growing population made the kingship develop and expand.

With the development and expansion of royal power, power began to concentrate, and the original unconstrained production and lifestyle disappeared with the development of productivity, and the traditions of the Norse people began to gradually change.

Bue was the one who got thrown off the wagon of population.

It turned out that the Bue family was just fishermen in Stavanger, and occasionally they would act as hunters, living a life of sunrise and sunset every day.

In the beginning, his second brother followed Glory Yar (the name for the Viking chief) to Britain to plunder and snatched back a large amount of gold and silver treasures, so his eldest brother and third brother also went to the second This time, this time, they were full of confidence to plunder Saxony in the south.

Then, the eldest brother, the second brother and the third brother all fell in.

The second brother died directly on the battlefield, but the eldest brother and the third brother got along well and got a noble title of ten households. The taxes in his hometown of Jarre became more and more heavy. He simply followed the third brother to the sea and brought his parents and sisters to Hamburg.

But because he missed the last opportunity, he should have started from the coat as Bue's identity. However, his elder brother thought of a way and forged a noble document, so that Bue successfully squeezed into the hired office. The ranks of North nobles.

This is also why Bue appeared here. As a fisherman, he is a good boatman. He brought his own dry food to join the war, for the reward of this employment—the title of nobility of the Eight Banners and Ten Households, which has changed from a fake aristocrat to a real aristocratic title.

Looking at the turbulent water in the river, the companion on the side couldn't help saying: "It's like the scene in the myth spoken by the priest of Garm. It's something that only appears around those half-human, half-god heroes."

"Maybe in the future we can also be written into mythology." Another companion agreed.

"Then hurry up and push the longboat into the river. We will be the first Viking warship to appear in the flood, so that our name can appear in the myth." Bue lifted the tarpaulin behind him, and a A huge Viking warship appeared in everyone's field of vision.

What a boat, my previous self didn't have the opportunity to drive such a fine longboat, stroking the hull of the longboat, Bue was even a little fascinated.

A horn sounded, bringing Bue back to reality from his memories and fantasies, and then he saw a wisp of smoke burning in the forest not far away.

"Warriors from the Vikings! Money, women, and titles of nobility are beckoning!" Boo resisted the side of the longboat, "My friends, lift up the longboat, and we are going to give those cowardly Saxons a final blow!"

When the flood was gone, the remaining Uda rebels felt the ecstasy of the survivors. However, this joy did not last long, because it didn't take long for groups of Viking longships to appear on the river. And the familiar feathered arrows struck the exhausted Uda rebels again.

After two rounds of arrow rain and warship attacks, the rebel soldiers finally despaired.

Soon, Feng Sen received the news that Uda had voluntarily presented him with a helmet and a battle flag, and formally surrendered to Feng Sen. The Uda rebels who had ravaged South Saxony for more than half a year were finally completely wiped out.

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1Chapter 17 The Battle of Setenkan is finally over... Hey, it's not over yet

The white mist covered the distant forest with a layer of flowing gray veil, passing through the forest and the wilderness, and the meandering river gurgled to the front.

There was a pungent rancid smell in the air, and countless corpses were floating in the black river, almost turning this section of the river into a stinky ditch.

Broken battle flags, broken spears, blood-stained ground, crows with shredded meat in their mouths whizzed in and out of the corpses, and the tired bannermen walked on the land in groups of three or five, picking out usable weapons and armor like eating a buffet.

Take the dented helmet and put it on.The crooked sword, step on it.Crooked Sun, there is still a pair of chain mail intact, so he quickly peeled it off.As for the arrows of the iron arrowheads that were shot out, they were all taken back, and some poorly made or broken spearheads were also brought back to be recast along the way.

Beside the soldiers, countless dejected prisoners of war were roped around their necks and hands, and were escorted to Uelzen or Badovic in batches.

The well-made leather boots stepped on the soft and smelly soil soaked by the river, and Pepin wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, walking among the soldiers and prisoners of war.

Due to a lot of exercise and vitamin D intake during this period, although he is still hunchbacked, his leg and chest deformities have improved a lot. At least if you don’t pay attention, it’s hard to see his deformed walking posture.

Looking at the remaining battlefield, the hunchbacked Pepin couldn't help sighing.

When he was in the court of Paderborn, Pepin often heard his younger sister, father and several ministers talking about this nobleman from Siris (in the Frankish Kingdom, counts and above are collectively referred to as noblemen) and his miraculous achievements.

What broke five thousand with one thousand, what fought against the Vikings, what conquered Lune, a series of wars with ultra-low loss ratios made Pepin faintly dissatisfied, how could there be such a low loss war?