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

A tall and thin nobleman held a cup and sang loudly. He propped up the table, sucking soup cakes in his mouth, his feet kept bouncing on the ground, and finally he even stood on the table and sang in rhythm. .

"The food in your hometown is really refreshing." Sitting next to Feng Sen, Geersu Yinda's face also flushed a little after drunkenness, "I don't know how far Seris is from here."

Feng Sen said with a smile: "The distance is roughly equivalent to two Alexander expeditions."

"Is it so far away?" Theodoric couldn't help but said, "Then you must have suffered a lot when you came here for pilgrimage."

"Actually not." Feng Sen hiccupped, took a sip of milk tea and suppressed it, "A year ago, when my father passed on the title of duke to me, it happened that the four dukes next door launched a rebellion together .

I led the army to help the emperor put down the rebellion, but I was accidentally defeated by the rebels. I was surrounded by an army of [-], and there were only a thousand people around me..."

Speaking of this, Feng Sen suddenly lowered his voice and said very mysteriously: "At that time, I was close to despair. This was my heavenly father's punishment for my unbelief, so I prayed to him. If I can get out of trouble, I must convert to heaven." Parents teach.

As soon as the words of the oath fell, a layer of gray fog formed around me, firmly blocking the army outside..."

"My God..." Theodoric couldn't help shouting, "This is the fog of sighs. When the savior Isaiah was pursued by Zeus's soldiers, it was the sigh of the heavenly father that turned into a thick fog, blocking Zeus' soldiers."

"This, this is really a miracle." Gersuinda took another sip of his wine.

"Yes, but it's not just that. In the dense fog, I couldn't see my fingers, so I led the soldiers forward in a daze. Suddenly, I saw an old man with a white beard.

He stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and I continued to move in the direction he pointed. After a while, the thick fog cleared and we came here..." Feng Sen said solemnly and piously, "Although I don't know what is here However, the voice in my head like the morning bell and the evening drum told me that this is the place where the savior Isaiah was born - Europa! "

"God's will!" Theodoric raised his glass high, "To our converts who have witnessed the miracle, Feng."

Feng Sen lightly clinked the glass with him, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"So have you converted to the right faith now?" asked Geersuinda.

Feng Sen shook his head: "Not yet, I was planning to go to Rome to be baptized by a highly respected priest, but due to my lack of logistics on the one hand, and Ador's entrustment on the other, I had to temporarily stay."

"I see." Geersu Yinda picked up a piece of beef with his right hand and stuffed it into his mouth. There was no fork at this time, and everyone ate with their hands and knives.

"Then what are your plans for the future?"

"After such a long battle, my soldiers are a bit tired." Feng Sen looked at the group of dental soldiers dancing around the bonfire, "If possible, I hope to get a piece of land of my own to house them .”

"This requires a lot of territory."

"Yeah, so we may need to continue to fight for a while, to be mercenaries, or to open up eastward to seize the land from the infidels. Speaking of which, I have to thank our Earl of Lipper, Theodori gram."

Feng Sen raised the wine glass in his hand to Theodoric.

"In order to reward me for dispatching troops, he gifted me a barony under his name, at least to accommodate some disabled soldiers first."

Theodoric clinked glasses with Feng Sen in a dignified manner: "I can't bear the fact that those who help me get nothing."

For some reason, Theodoric's hands trembled a little.

Gersuinda stopped talking suddenly, and smiled casually, "Are you interested in becoming a member of the Frankish Kingdom? This is much easier than the Eastern Expedition."

"There is an old saying in Siris: the king chooses the minister, and the minister also chooses the king." Feng Sen sat up straight, "Whether I am willing to serve the Kingdom of Franks or not? I am afraid that only I will know when I meet King Charles."

Geersu Yinda looked up and down Feng Sen's bear-like figure with gentle eyes, and suddenly she clapped her hands, and said mischievously like a little girl:

"Believe it or not, the first thing Charlie said when he saw you was: Good warrior, come, come and try your hand."

Chapter 11 Wrestling

"Good warrior, come, try your hand!"

In front of the clear stream, in the towering king's tent, Charlemagne with Ador on his shoulders stretched out his hand to Feng Sen.

In the king's tent, Feng Sen felt a little numb when he looked up at Charlemagne who was taller than him.

One second before, this man was still an image of a silly father with his daughter on his shoulders, and the next second he saw Liexin happily coming to Feng Sen, ignoring Theodoric's salute, and loudly invited Feng Sen to fight:

"Good warrior, come, try your hand!"

Before a stick of incense, Feng Sen was still studying Germanic with the local priest in the tent.

When he heard that Charlemagne had arrived, Feng Sen couldn't help but feel a strange sense of apprehension. This is a character he really saw in history textbooks.

When faced with it, the sense of anticipation and epic in Feng Sen's heart is unavoidable.

But seeing the real person, Feng Sen actually felt a little disappointed. If Charlie's luxurious robes were removed, this man who kept pricking his daughter with his beard and playing around was simply a simple and stupid big man.

However, this is also in line with Charlie's impression in Feng Sen's heart. He is a passionate emperor who is more emotional than rational. Feng Sen plans to join him because of this - he can't play Byzantine conspiracy.

But when Feng Senma was done, he was a little eager to try. He wanted to see how the emperor, who had only one defeat in his life as a soldier, was really capable.

You know, he first defeated the main force of [-] Saxons in the north, and then sent his troops south to make a rescue. This kind of speed and fighting power made Feng Sen curious.

"Is this a bit..."

"Don't worry, I'm a generous person."

"But Your Highness, why are you fighting?"

"A fight between two fighters, do you still need a reason?" Charlie grinned his big mouth, trembling like a black hedgehog's mustache, "Besides, didn't Geer say you want me to give you a reason for allegiance? This is the reason——

In front of you is the strongest warrior in the land, from the Pyrenees to the Elbe, under the light of the Father!Surrender to me, as long as you are loyal to me, I will bring you glory and honor! "

"Then I expect you to give that reason."

"Hahahaha." Charlie smiled and put Ador on the ground, "I like you, kid."

"Good luck, Feng, don't lose to Dad." Ador immediately cheered Feng Sen on.

And Charlie immediately put on a heartbroken expression of wiping tears: "My heavenly father, my cutest Ador actually wants to cheer up my father's opponent."

"Okay, okay, Dad, you are too strong." Ador replied angrily.

"Thanks to the lovely Ador for the blessing." Charlie took off his blue plush cloak, revealing his strong muscles under the long coat, "I am invincible now!"

Soon, the king's attendants and Feng Sen's soldiers formed a large circle around the field.

Feng Sen held a long staff with a white cloth wrapped around the front, while Charlie held a long wooden sword.

Without any whistle or reminder, the two spontaneously started a confrontation.

They moved slowly, and suddenly, everyone lost their shadows.

"boom!"

The long stick and the long sword collided fiercely, and a circle of white ash fell from the body of the sword and the long stick.

Grasping the end of the long stick, Feng Sen's arm muscles bulged, and with a slamming sound, the long stick suddenly bent into a bow shape, and then quickly popped out.

The sound of the tip of the stick passing through Charlie's ears, he tilted his head, and the huge wooden sword in his hand was as light as nothing, and it slashed towards Feng Sen's neck as it rubbed against Feng Sen's stick.

The toes were tense, Feng Sen gritted his teeth, the bulging muscles on his calf tore through the shin coat, and the force was transmitted through the muscles and tendons until Feng Sen's arm.

"Om-"

While leaning back to dodge, the long stick became a crescent moon again, sweeping towards Charlie's shoulder.

Charlie held the sword in both hands, and when the stick was about to touch his shoulder, his body seemed to have an afterimage.

He first turned to one side, and blocked the long stick with the strong sword and guard. While raising the stick with both hands, Charlie stepped forward quickly.

Feng Sen felt the feedback of the long stick in his hand as if it hit a stone pier, and when he raised his head, he was confronted with the tip of the sword that was stabbing closer and closer.

Dust was everywhere under his feet, Feng Sen held the end of the long stick and shook it.

The long stick twirled and trembled, and before the long sword reached his forehead, it successfully caught Charlie's long sword.

The two huge forces were biting and transmitting between the sword sticks, and people around could even hear the "creaking" sound of fibers breaking.

"Snapped!"

The two weapons exploded at the same time, countless sawdust splashed out, Charlie's long sword broke into two pieces, and Feng Sen's long stick exploded like a flower.

Throwing the long sword, Charlie punched him first, and Feng Sen made a quick move, locking Charlie's arm with the horn technique.

Charlie's other hand grabbed Feng Sen's shoulder, and Feng Sen also tacitly withdrew his hand, reaching out to touch the other's shoulder.

The two pushed around in a circle, sometimes kicking their feet out, sometimes stumbling, but gradually, Feng Sen's face turned red, and beads of sweat were left on his forehead.

This stupid big man is not only strong, but also moves ridiculously fast. Even with the support of [Sword Master], Feng Sen's defeat is already a matter of time.

"Duh!" Charlie stomped his foot, his whole body sank, and his hands stretched out like phantoms to hug Feng Sen's thigh.

Oops!Feng Sen quickly leaned forward, stretched his legs back, and at the same time used his strength to hold Charlie down.

But it was already too late.

A huge force came from the left thigh, and Feng Sen desperately kept his balance, but Charlie's other foot had already caught Feng Sen's right leg in advance.

In an instant, the world turned upside down, and Feng Sen fell to the ground on his back.

"Wuhu!" Charlie raised his hands high and waved his fists, cheering, "I really am the most hanging!"

Standing up from the ground, Feng Sen laughed unconsciously. Although he lost, he was not annoyed. Instead, he felt a hearty fighting pleasure.

Turning around, Charlie stretched out his hand to help Feng Sen pat the leaves of grass, "How old are you?"

"Sixteen years old, Your Highness."

"16 years old?" Charlie's eyes were like bull's eyes, and he looked at Alcuin next to him, "Is this 16 years old?"

"I am indeed 16 years old." Feng Sen said helplessly, "No one believes it, even my father does not believe it. I was as tall as my mother when I was eight years old, and as tall as my father when I was 12 years old. That's it when I was sixteen."

"Hahaha, good! Good boy!" Charlie stroked his beard and smiled, "How about it, are you willing to be my warrior? What is the reason I gave?"

"There is no more perfect reason than this." Feng Sen bowed his head slowly and saluted, "I am willing to be your warrior."

"Okay!" Charlie clapped and shouted, "Although my Ador was almost abused by the devil, he brought me a new warrior and his powerful guards. Perhaps this is the blessing of the heavenly father. .

Astolfo, come and talk to this new warrior.Feng Sen, this is Astolfo, my warrior, from Mercia in Britain, and you will be colleagues from now on. "

oh?Feng Sen's eyes lit up, is Ah Fu coming?

Astolfo, this one is even more heavyweight, he is one of the legendary twelve warriors of Charlemagne.

The so-called twelve warriors did not have such a term in history, but were described and reconstructed in literary works and legends, but now it seems that there is actually such a person, or this prototype.

Accompanied by Charlie's cordial greeting to Theodoric, "Are you still in Hell?", Astolfo slowly walked out from the courtiers on both sides.

He doesn't have pink hair, and he doesn't wear women's clothing. This warrior from Britain is about 1.7 meters tall and his hair is neatly combed. However, his soft face is indeed somewhat gender-neutral.

"Hello, Your Excellency." Astolfo smiled and bowed to Feng Sen, "I am very interested in your story of defeating [-] enemy troops with [-] troops, do you have time to tell me? Woolen cloth?"

"Of course I have time." Feng Sen said with a smile.

"Why don't we go to the scene and talk about it." Astolfo opened the curtain and made an inviting gesture. Feng Sen stepped out and shut the sound of Theodoric hugging Charlie's thigh inside. .

Riding a horse, with Astolfo at his side, Feng Sen and the two came to the previous battlefield.

I took Ah Fu around the battlefield, took him to see the camps and soldiers again, and finally called several generals and Zhenhui to have dinner, and then Ah Fu said goodbye and left.

Riding on the horse, Afu looked back at the Serisian camp. The black-haired and black-eyed Serisians were completely different from the barbaric Avars. Although they had the same skin color and hair, relatively speaking, the Serisians His behavior and character reminded him of another group of people.

Those Latins who lived in Byzantium and Italy, those descended from the Romans.

Chapter 12 Fierce and Aggressive Siris

The starry sky was low, and the bright starlight almost fell to the ground, and even the grass branches on the roadside reflected a faint white fluorescent light.

At the foot of Mount Santer, on the other side of the camp of the Jingnan Army, the tents set up by the Frankish troops who came were standing.

Compared with the Tang army's tents, the Frankish army's garrison was more lax and untidy, scattered here and there, but the patrolling guards and the surrounding sentries were much better than the Saxons.

He rode his horse to Charlie's tent, nodded to the two longaxemen guarding the door, and Astolfo walked into the tent.

In the tent, on the silver candlestick, the candles emitted orange light.

Sitting on an ordinary pine chair, Charlie was practicing writing on the wax board with a sad face, while Alcuin was holding a Latin word book and giving Charlie dictation.

Yes, Charlemagne, known as the father of Europe, Charlemagne, known as the god of war, and Charlemagne, known as the "new King David", is a great father.

He couldn't write all his life, or he worked hard for most of his life, but he couldn't learn to write.

It's not that he was not diligent. In his later years, Charles the Great would even put wax boards and pens under his pillow. Whenever he suffered from insomnia, he would take them out and write two strokes. But unfortunately, until his death, Charles did not learn to write. Latin.

Although Charlemagne was illiterate, he could read. He would find someone to read books aloud to him almost every day, and discuss knowledge with his teacher Alcuin.

Judging from the average level at the time, he had a good research on astronomy, and he also had opinions on the knowledge of laws. Many laws in Charles' era were studied by him himself.

Astolfo entered the tent, and did not disturb Charlie who was studying hard, but just found a place to sit down, waiting for Charlie to finish his remaining exercises.

After waiting for almost half an hour, Charlie finally finished practicing.

Putting the pen aside, Charlie took a bite of the barbecue and said, "How is it? Have you checked everything out?"