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

Pepin went to Hamburg. In addition to ensuring the safety of the little sister and asking for treatment for the hunchback, he also held a glimpse of the true face to see whether Feng Sen was a mule or a horse.

When he arrived in Hamburg and met Feng Sen for the first time, he didn't feel that Feng Sen was a powerful general, but that Feng Sen, as a dignitary, was a little too warm and kind.

Although Pepin was faintly moved, he felt a little bit suspicious—although he had never heard of this proverb, he also knew that when things went wrong, there must be demons.

It's just that after getting along with each other, this suspicion was gradually put down, because Feng Sen treated all the people close to him like this. Compared with his deserted court, this kind of situation crowded at a round table while eating and chatting was more like a family.

What's even more rare is that Feng Sen never discriminates against his illness. You must know that most of the time, whether it is a doctor or a priest, they don't say anything on the surface, but there is always a hint of disdain behind the scenes or in their eyes.

But in the perspective of the hunchbacked Pepin, Feng Sen's eyes are clear, innocent, and have a kind of wild beauty. Except in front of a few subordinates who have done wrong things, he has always looked like a pure peasant youth. Sometimes, The younger sister played some petty tempers that even the father couldn't bear, but he could bear it and patiently persuaded her.

Pepin likes to get along with such Feng Sen very much, but he also has doubts from time to time—although he is strict in running the army, although he is skilled in martial arts, is he really the famous general like the god of war?

But today, the hunchback Pepin discovered that this eldest brother, who was always an honest peasant youth, was actually a miraculous general.

This was the first time he went out to fight with Feng Sen. He almost witnessed the whole process and even participated in part of the battle plan. He witnessed with his own eyes that Feng Sen and those subordinates planned this victory that broke his previous cognition during the overnight military discussion.

The mobilization of food and dry food, the route of the march, how to set up the camp, how to investigate, and even the emotions of the soldiers can be taken into consideration. Everything is done easily, and everything is handled with ease. All emergencies can be solved almost as soon as they arise. There are more than 3000 people in the army. From Hamburg to the present, there is not a single laggard or deserter.

If Feng Sen could hear Pepin's heartfelt thoughts, he would definitely tell him: I made it up because I have a book called "The Art of War of the Duke of Wei", which is an ancestral general's military book that has not been lost in its full version, and I am familiar with it because I have been helping my father with military affairs since I was 12 years old.

Pepin has been with his father since he was eight years old, eating tributes and watching his father fight at the same time. He has never seen the scene of a war. In his impression, a war should not be a gathering of various earls, gathering people together, camping casually, and then rushing to the destination together.

During the period, those who fell behind, those who ran away, those who lost their way, those who couldn’t eat, two groups of soldiers fighting, everything. When they arrived at the destination, they sent cavalry to look for people everywhere. After they found them, they rushed over quickly, and then formed a battle box formation and started fighting!

Feng Sen's step-by-step, unhurried marching process has opened up a door to a new world for Pepin. It turns out that battles can still be fought like this——

The whole army is basically in order, most of the supplies are distributed reasonably, and most of the generals and schools can use their fingers. When engaging in battle, they don't need to fight in person, but only need to build dikes above the river to prevent the opponent from breaking the dike when crossing the river, and defeat the enemy with floods.

The only question is, how did he come up with it?

In fact, it is not difficult to think of it. The hardest part is to guess where the other party is going to cross the river.

You must know that Feng Sen's Clausewitz engine can't show the position or movement of the enemy. The fog of war is everywhere on the battlefield. The understanding of the situation on the battlefield and the enemy is completely based on the scout's scouting.

Sometimes Feng Sen can even receive dozens or even hundreds of pieces of intelligence from scouts a day, but he can use these illusory intelligence to uncover the truth behind the fog of war, seize opportunities and even create opportunities, and make correct decisions ——This is the quality that a general should really possess.

Blocked ports and crossings, prohibited merchants from going out, and prevented intelligence from leaking; sent cavalry to build a large number of empty camps and tents on the other side of the river where they might cross the river, lit empty stoves every day, and smoke billowed;

Uda thought it was Harold who helped him find the best place to cross the river, but in fact it was Feng Sen who really let him find the place to cross the river.

Of course, the most important thing is the degree of organization. Feng Sen's orders can be passed on to a fire chief at the bottom, but Uda's orders can only be passed on to the leaders around him at most, and it is not certain whether they will be followed or not.

In this era, most wars involve both sides calling up soldiers, entangled with each other and finding an opportunity to start a head-on battle. All their minds are on tactics, and few people can look at problems from a strategic perspective.

Among his contemporaries, Charlie was one of the few who could look at problems at a strategic level. The reason why he was victorious in all battles was because he knew that sometimes the key to victory on the battlefield was outside the battlefield. This can be seen from his destruction of Saxony’s farmland and economy without talking about martial arts.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

The continuous shouts awakened Pepin's delusions. He raised his head and looked not far away, but it was Feng Sen who picked up Uda's head with the tip of a spear and was patrolling, announcing his victory. Wherever he went, everyone was cheering and shouting.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

The cheers of the mountains and tsunami turned into waves, drowning Pepin.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!"

Numerous soldiers waved their weapons and stared at Feng Sen on the horse with the most admirable eyes in their lives.

Really, really, so magnificent, looking at Feng Sen in the distance, envy and jealousy were undisguised on the hunchbacked Pepin's face.

Leading thousands of soldiers and breaking the enemy's battlefield, a few sparks flashed in the hunchbacked Pepin's eyes. This is what a man should do, and this is the person he wants to be.

Maybe the height is not as good as others, maybe the martial arts are not as good as others, but a knight in armor can kill back and forth on the battlefield, at most ten enemies, and a famous general swings the sword in his hand, and the heads of thousands of people fall to the ground. Pepin looked up at Feng Sen, and he remembered the story of the king of Chu that Feng Sen told him.

The hunchbacked Pepin clenched his fists: "If you want to be an enemy, be the enemy of all people!"

Chapter 148 Biography After the Battle of Seten Kal

【Battle of the Setenkanle River】

【Battle of legends】

[On the banks of the Setenkaner River, the turbulent water seems to come from the sky. This is the protection of the saints. Your army defeated the [-] Saxon army by thousands. The flood swallowed your enemies like a natural disaster.This is a war that can only appear in legends, but you have brought it to reality! 】

[In the Saxony area, all the Saxons will be terrified of you, monthly prestige +5, get 500 prestige, 300 psionic power, 130 sets of Iron Buddha vest. 】

Riding on Uelzen's horse, Feng Sen turned on the Clausewitz engine. He couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw the prompt. What is this?Fuck, what is this?Battle of Legends?This is an evaluation he has never received.

Monthly prestige +5, this time the monthly prestige is much higher than before, Feng Sen began to calculate, +1 in the Battle of Santer Mountain, and a total of +4 achievements and victories in the invasion of the Vikings, counting the original monthly prestige +3, Feng Sen can get 10 prestige points every month.

Now even if Feng Sen has no other prestige, he can summon the scribes, warriors or craftsmen of the Central Plains every two years.

Thinking of this, Feng Sen turned his gaze to the prestige bar and the power bar above the map.

【Prestige: 191】——》【Prestige: 691】

【Psychic Power: 233】——》【Psychic Power: 533】

What is the new prestige used for?If you do the math, you can support the summoning of characters from the Central Plains twice, but what you want to summon is still open to discussion, um, no, you have to leave 250 for summoning the noble lady.

Feng Sen guessed that this so-called noble daughter should be the lady of the five families and seven surnames, otherwise there would be no other noble daughters.

The next reward is heavyweight. The previous psychic prestige seems to be a lot, but when compared with this one, it is the younger brother, with a total of 130 sets of Iron Buddha horse armor, and it is still a split horse armor ahead of the times.

This kind of horse armor is warmer and easier to maintain. Compared with the one-piece horse armor of Datang today, I don't know how much higher it is.

And most importantly, Feng Sen is currently unable to make such horse armor. He even dared to say that there is no blacksmith in Frankland who can produce this quality of vest. Most importantly, this means that Feng Sen is about to get 130 A heavy cavalry.

Compared with Feng Sen’s previous horse armor, it’s like paper, because Feng Sen’s previous horse armor was half armor, and many places were exposed, and this Iron Buddha horse armor, except for the horse The eyes are all covered under the heavy armor, which shows its protective power.

The future wild boar skin starts with thirteen sets of armor, and they can accomplish great things, but I, Feng Luoshan, have 130 sets of Iron Buddha Horse Armor, isn't it... oh no, I want to be a loyal minister, why do I want to plot rebellion?

No, no, Feng Sen quickly shook his head, with these 130 pairs of Iron Buddha Horse Armor, he should be king.

For some of these horse armors, he can produce 130 iron Buddha cavalry, but compared to the luxurious horse armors, Feng Sen’s armor is still a little inferior. It is not the kind of heavy armor, but a more mediocre all-round protective armor, but it is enough.

After reading the first prompt, Feng Sen immediately looked at the second prompt.

[Complete Achievement: Legendary Hero]

[Requirement: Complete a legendary battle. 】

[Reward: monthly psychic power +3, get the treasure "Fragment of Tongtian Tower": three times a month, spend 150 points of psychic power, make a person learn Chinese or Latin (including characters) immediately, and double the speed of learning the language, lasting for half a year. 】

Wu Da, you are my lucky star!Seeing this reward, Feng Sen regretted beheading Uda for public display.

Monthly power +3, coupled with Clarent's monthly power +5, Arvo and Fenner, descendants of Sigurd, provided monthly power +2, plus Feng Sen's monthly power +1, Feng Sen can now get 11 points of power every month, even more than monthly prestige.

But the most important thing is not this, but the reward [Shards of the Tongtian Tower], which is worth no less than the 130 horse armors.

The most terrible thing about Feng Sen's territory is that the local people can't learn Chinese, the Han people can't learn the local language, and the communication channels are quite narrow. Feng Sen spends a lot of energy in handling and coordinating government affairs as an interpreter.

And this power solved this big problem for Feng Sen.

After going back, let's do an experiment with Arvo first. This little girl is so straight-minded that Fenner can communicate with Feng Sen in Chinese, but she can only babble and babble.

After riding for a while, Feng Sen finally returned to his tent, put down his weapon, picked up the water bag on the side, took two sips of light beer, and then sat on the seat. He straightened his legs and stretched his waist.

"Ah——" Feng Sen yawned, almost lying down on the seat, "Damn, I don't go to bed until midnight every day, and wake up at midnight, I'm so sleepy."

At this time, Wang Sima walked into Feng Sen's tent with a roll of paper. Hearing this, he joked: "Jie Shuai, you still have a lot of things to deal with, you can't rest yet."

"What's the matter, you bastard?" Feng Sen replied angrily.

But Wang Sima shook his head and said: "If Jie Shuai really wants to rest, you can sleep for a while, we will talk about it later, it is not urgent."

Feng Sen sat up straight: "It's not too late, and there is nothing trivial in the army, so everyone is here, just tell me."

"Here." Wang Sima sat down at the table, "The first thing is the damage in this battle. In this battle of Setengkaner River, the Jingnan Army suffered minor injuries to two people, and the Eight Banners Army suffered more than a hundred casualties. The enemy's casualties are not counted. We estimate that there are more than 9000 people, and about [-] people were captured. Great victory."

"That's right, it was a beautiful battle." Feng Sen tapped on the table lightly, "I can understand the slight injuries to the two people, but what happened to the hundreds of casualties in the Eight Banners?"

"The remaining Saxons on the other side tried to snatch their companions from the river, and a few hot-blooded killers went ashore and fought with them, and the outcome was a tie."

"There are still remnants of the Uda army on the other side that have not surrendered. At first there were about 4000 to 1000 people, and then about [-] people ran away. According to the current intelligence of the scouts, there are almost [-] people. They don't run away, they don't advance, they just stay where they are." Wang Sima asked, "Should we send troops to pursue them?"

"No need, send some cavalry to drive them away, build a row of small beacon towers by the river, and strengthen security at night, let's see how they move first." Feng Sen said, taking another sip of light beer.

"The second thing is the prisoners of war. There are too many prisoners of war, and we have to go north to support them. If these people stay, although they will increase the population and labor, they will greatly increase the risk of rebellion. But if they leave, there may be another group of rebels. This matter still needs to be decided by the commander-in-chief."

Feng Sen didn't answer, took another sip of wine, and rubbed his aching forehead: "Let's take care of it for now, keep some strong and honest ones, and when our grain truck arrives, we will take them to Liper and hand them over to the defenders there."

"Here!" Wang Sima clapped his hands back.

Chapter 149 The Swordsman Can't Avoid Tragedy

After defeating Uda's troops, Feng Sen did not set off for Lieper immediately, but rested on the spot. In addition to salvaging the corpses in the river to prevent the plague, the most important task was to transfer a large amount of food and grass from the rear and build a large number of wooden fortresses near Uelzen.

Only one of these wooden fortresses has been built so far, and it was remodeled according to Feng Sen's barracks. The remaining Feng Sen estimates that about three will be built to guard the four corners of Uerzen.

Most of Feng Sen's troops have now returned to Uelzen, and the empty tents used to deceive Uda before have finally come in handy at this moment, turning into a barracks for wounded soldiers. Of course, due to the outrageous loss ratio in this battle, most of the wounded soldiers lying in the wounded barracks are Saxon soldiers.

After a drizzle in the morning, the dark clouds that had lingered for many days finally disappeared from the sky above Uelzen. The cloudy sunlight cut through the clouds and shone the warmth and coldness on the world.

Stepping between the white tents, Gisela carried a medicine box on her back and passed quickly with her head lowered. As the deputy leader of the medical team, Gisela had to wash bandages and decoct herbs in the rear every day.

But this was her first visit to the Wounded Barracks. Under Feng Sen's suggestion, Kang Dezhen reluctantly agreed to Gisela's request and asked her to go to the Wounded Barracks to change the dressings and debride wounds for the wounded soldiers.

The scene here still makes Gisela a little unacceptable. Although she saw a lot of blood and fighting when she was young, Gisela has been studying in the monastery with the nuns since she was eleven or twelve years old, and occasionally farming. It is really a simple and peaceful life.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Seeing such a scene again still made Gisela feel a little uncomfortable.

Walking in the aisle of the wounded barracks, Gisela looked to both sides. Except for the hurried-looking health soldiers of the medical team, standing in front of rows of tents, most of them were slaves and coats in charge of cleaning.

Sometimes the wind blew up the curtains of the tents, revealing a corner of the scene, one by one wounded soldiers were lying on straw beds, the straw and the ground were covered with blood, and fleas and bugs were flying back and forth on the festering wounds.

This is not Feng Sen abusing them, but the current conditions, should they be disinfected with alcohol and penicillin?To put it bluntly, they are just consumables for the medical team to practice.

Feng Sen didn't impart any advanced medical knowledge to this group of health soldiers. Basically, there were three tricks: bandages, splints, and boiling water disinfection, which was enough to reduce the mortality rate to a very low level.

Walking on the road, under the warm sunshine, Gisela looked into the tent, and saw one wounded soldier after another lying in the tent, tossing and turning, groaning in pain.

Some of the wounded soldiers were lying still, but most of them were still convulsing from time to time. A dozen slaves and the wrappers, with stinky faces, cleaned the tents one by one with brooms, shoveling away feces and urine.

Alas, why war?Gisela couldn't help but sigh, the reason why the Heavenly Father came to the world to ask people to use swords is because the great love of the Heavenly Father surpassed the little love between parents, friends and relatives.

Gisela knew that swords were inevitable, but when the swords fell before her eyes, she would feel pity for the victims of these swords. Seeing their familiar clothes and faces, Gisela always Can think of her old friends and relatives, although she hasn't seen them since she was ten years old.

Passing by a tent, a wounded soldier happened to come out with crutches and opened the curtain, and the pungent smell of sweat and blood turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards him. This gust of hot wind almost knocked Gisela unconscious.

Resisting the desire to vomit, she quickly avoided to the other side, Gisela took two steps forward, and saw an arm protruding from the tent again. She trembled first, and then let out a soft breath.

Suppressing the nausea, Gisela stretched out half of her body to look in again. Sure enough, it was a Saxon soldier who had fainted due to fever. He accidentally fell out of bed due to constant struggle in his sleep, and fell from under his quilt. A section of the injured leg wrapped in a splint was exposed. The injured leg was wrapped with a thick hemp rope and hung on a wooden support beside the bed.

After hesitating for two seconds in front of the soldier who fell off the bed, Gisela called two coated slaves and helped the soldier to the bed. Although he was a heretic, he might just be a lost lamb, and life was always precious.

Looking at the dirty bandages on his arm, Gisela sighed helplessly, put down the medicine box in her hand, took out a knife, and began to remove the bandages that she had practiced countless times before.

Boiling a pot of boiling water, Gisela carefully removed the wound on the man's arm, and cut open the pustules on the man's wound with a scalded knife, drained the yellow-green pus, wiped off the dirt with a hot towel, and put on a new bandage.

After completing this series of tasks, Gisela sat in front of the bed, looked at this nearly fifty-year-old veteran, and couldn't help sighing a little. She put her hand on his forehead: "May Heavenly Father bless you, poor lost lamb, your spirit..."

"Gisela?" A hoarse voice interrupted Gisela's prayer.

Gisela opened her eyes abruptly, looking at the middle-aged bearded soldier.

"Gisela, is that you?" the bearded soldier asked with a little surprise.

"You, who are you?" Gisela stood up, looking at the bearded man in front of her with some vigilance, "My name is not Gisela, I am a nun near here, and my Christian name is Bonna."

"Don't try to fool me." The bearded man forced his nerves and said loudly, "I've seen you before, Gisela. Even if we haven't seen each other for 20 years, I'll still recognize you. I'm the best hunter in Saxony, and no one can escape my eyes."

The bearded man's phrase "the best hunter" finally reminded Gisela: "Uncle Abu, are you Uncle Abu?"

Abu Sami, once the most famous hunter in Anglia, was also the leader of an autonomous village of hunters. He was the cousin of Gisela's mother, and his daughter married Vidukind's son, Gisela's brother.

When Gisela was young, because Vidukind had to take Albion around to invest and had no time to take care of him, he was fostered by Abu's family for a whole year. That was the happiest period of Gisela's childhood.

But since Gisela was rescued by the nuns of the monastery, she has not seen her favorite Uncle Abu again.

Maybe Gisela would not admit it now, but then Gisela hoped that Uncle Abu would find her and rescue her from this terrible walled compound.

Although she thanked the nuns and the priests for saving her from that terrible disaster, she was once a lively little girl like Ador, wrapped in endless prayers and chanting every day.

After learning about her identity, she lived almost nine years under house arrest. From the youngest period of her youth, she dedicated everything to the gods.

But she waited for three years, three years and three years, and only Vidukind's messenger asked her to return to secular life and marry Albion, just to win over this confidant who was disappointed and sad because of the exhaustion of her clan's casualties, and even tried to force her out of the monastery.

The moment when the robbers hired by Vidukind were beaten off with the nuns and nuns was the moment when Gisela truly converted, but before that, how much she wished for someone to rescue herself.

"Of course it's me, little Jinqiu. Where have you been all these years? Why didn't you come to me? Look at you, you're already so big. When I first saw you, you weren't as tall as my knees." Abu's eyes turned red.

"I, I..." Looking at the wrinkled veteran in front of her, Gisela really couldn't connect it with the vigorous young hunter in her impression, "I converted to the Heavenly Father and have been in the monastery."