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

"I am the royal family from Orient Siris, lord of Hamburg and Hand, co-lord of soldiers of eight banners, Viking resister and invader, rebel destroyer of floods, Hamburg jurisprudentially from King Charles himself The canonized earl, Anthony Luoshan Feng." Feng Sen's voice was not loud, but it could be clearly conveyed to everyone's ears.

"I came to Hanover this time to go north to rescue the great Charles. Now, I order you to open the city gate and apologize to me." Feng Sen said expressionlessly.

"Oh? You are the Earl of Hamburg. I have heard about you for a long time. Do you know who I am?" The young nobleman straightened his body, restrained his smile, and said seriously, "I am your father!"

"Ha ha ha ha."

There was a burst of ear-splitting laughter on the city wall.

"Shuzi dare you?"

"Thief bitch!"

"What happened, what happened? I can't understand Frankish."

Feng Sen's army was screaming and cursing, but most of the soldiers were not too angry because they couldn't understand Frankish, but when they saw the chief officer scolding, they followed suit.

"Snapped!"

Feng Sen drew out his saber and slapped the saddle. At the first slap, everyone fell silent instantly. At the second slap, everyone drew out their sabers and slapped the saddle chaotically. With the third slap, everyone fell silent. The pace of the people is the same.

The sound of orderly and dull "pa" and "pa" echoed over the fortress, and then in line with the slap, countless neat footsteps sounded behind him, and banners with distinct colors were raised behind Feng Sen. Armor, armed with excellent spears, and an army (including the Rebel Army) with a armor rate of more than [-]% appeared behind Feng Sen.

The soldiers on the wall finally changed their faces.

"Prepare to attack the city."

"Damn, they have a lot of people." The young Thuringian nobleman cursed, and then shouted to a messenger behind him, "Quickly inform Lord Hadrad and Lord Theodoric."

"Good afternoon, Carybert." Count Theodoric, who had experienced a lot of vicissitudes before, appeared at the top of the city at some time, "What are you telling me? What kind of moth did you poke?"

"Great, you're here." Karibert was overjoyed.

"I came out to patrol when I was idle and bored, and I came here when I heard the voice from here. Is there any army? Or bandits?"

"I don't know where a group of bandits came from. They insisted that they were the Earl of Hamburg. They defeated Uda, who had [-] rebels. They wanted to pass through us and go north to rescue His Royal Highness. It's really ridiculous."

"Oh? That's really ridiculous." Theodoric came to the city wall, glanced out of the city, and his body was frozen as if frozen in an instant, "My heavenly father."

"Yeah, I didn't expect them to have so many people." Caribelt was still talking. "Actually, they played such a trick last night. If I hadn't been there and saw through their dyed black hair, I'm afraid this fortress that Uda led 3000 people hadn't broken through would be broken by a group of bandits. In fact, the battle that led 500 people to beat Uda's 3000 people was my masterpiece..."

"Open the gate."

"What?" Karibert's eyes widened, "Why?"

"He said he beat Uda?"

"Yeah, yeah, but that's just, they just showed me a head with a face that can't be seen clearly..."

"Open the city gate and let me out! Now!" Theodoric yelled at him almost like a growl.

Chapter 152 A Little Friction

"Good afternoon, Sir Anthony Frontier Count."

Getting off a Hanoverian horse with a dwarf mane and a head, Count Theodoric respectfully pressed his left chest to salute.

Unlike others, Theodoric witnessed Feng Sen defeating the five thousand Saxon peasant soldiers with his own eyes, and the experience of working with Feng Sen also made him realize that Feng Sen was not a man to be trifled with.

After realizing that Feng Sen had nearly [-] troops filling the skeleton of his legion, he knew that this matter might not end well. Wipe your ass.

"The Earl of the Frontier?" Feng Sen first returned the gift, and then continued to comb the flying mane with his brush, and helped him pick out the fleas on his body, "When did I become the Earl of the Frontier?"

In the history of the Middle Ages, the function and rank of marquis actually did not exist. This title is actually a misunderstanding in translation. The real translation of this word is border count, which belongs to a kind of functional count.

Similar to the Earl of the Forest, the Earl of the Palace, and even the Earl of the Wasteland, the Earl of the Frontier is different from other Earls in that he integrates the military and the government, and is often the highest officer of the local military region.

"Actually, when you defeated Uelzen, the palace in Paderborn was already discussing a plan to promote you to the border count and find you a Frankish noble daughter to marry." Theodori K laughed, "But I think, given your great victory on the banks of the Settenkaner, this is no longer just a plan, but a reality."

"Oh?" Feng Sen turned around and hugged Theodoric fiercely, "You are simply my angel of the Annunciation, Theodoric."

"Actually, if you don't mind, can you show me Uda's head? It's not that I don't trust you, but I want to meet the rebel leader." Theoderic asked politely.

"Of course." Feng Sen let go of Theodoric's hand, and the guard beside him nodded, and the head, which smelled of salted fish and feces, was handed to Theodoric's hand.

Theodoric covered his nose in an instant, carefully observing the head: "Why is it so smelly?"

"You should ask the general who guards the city." Feng Sen took a handful of grass from the guards and handed it to Fei Zong, "When I soak his head in the cesspit, it will smell like this .”

Theodoric returned the head to the guard next to him, and was about to speak when a strange buzzing interrupted his words.

After hearing that buzzing sound, Theodoric's face almost changed drastically. If he heard correctly, it should be the sound of bows and arrows shooting out. He even faintly smelled a smell of blood.

"Wait, wait," cried Theodoric at once, "we've opened the gates, we've opened the gates."

"Then you should have told me the news earlier." Feng Sen stepped on the horse, "Although I still want to shoot this arrow, anyway, thank you for opening the gate of the fortress for me. Everyone is ready to charge, and no one will be left alive."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Theodoric immediately stopped loudly, "What price do you want me to pay.

This general guarding the city is a young man whom Duke Hadrad of Thuringia is very optimistic about. I believe that you must have come here to go north with the local defenders. Of course, it doesn’t matter if you killed him. It’s really not worthwhile to destroy your relationship with Hadrad just because of such a villain. "

Feng Sen stopped the horse, squinted his eyes, and stared at Theodoric for a while: "Theodoric, I don't want you to pay any price, we are friends.

I thank you for this information, but I want you to understand that he insulted my father, killed two of my warriors, imprisoned my courier, and doused my garrison priest with manure...

This is not something that can be compensated by a few bags of gold coins or a few pieces of land. It is related to my dignity and will, but you are my friend. I will give you a proposal, either a deal or a settlement. There is no bargaining. "

"Please speak."

"First, the person who cut off the head of my soldier and his family must die. Second, I will humiliate him as much as he humiliated me, and revoke all his positions and honors. Third, you are responsible for all our logistics and supplies."

Theodoric took a deep breath: "Deal."

"Fresh! Then I also promise you that I will not take away his life and health, I just want to teach him a lesson." Feng Sen clapped his palms, and explained to those behind him, and then Zhang Shicheng led a whole cavalry team out of the formation, "Let's go, let's meet that one, what is it called?"

Theodoric replied helplessly: "Calibert."

"Yes, that little bastard, brothers, let's go."

Riding on the Hanoverian horse below him, Theodoric always felt a little worried, but he knew that Feng Sen had always been a person who kept his promises. Since he guaranteed the life of Karibert, he probably wouldn't anger Hadlard.

Almost 5 minutes later, Feng Sen and his cavalry arrived at the gate of the fort.

Standing in front of the gate of the fortress, Caribert's expression was not very good. Just now Feng Sen's unexpected wave of arrows killed at least five of them, but now Caribert can't say anything, he can only swallow the loss of silence.

He already knew that this was the real Earl of Hamburg, a popular man in front of Charlie, not to mention that he defeated the 50 rebels in Uda in the south. It is conceivable that in the next [-] years at least, Feng Sen He and his family will be dignitaries in this part of Saxony.

Soon, a young man in black armor appeared in front of Karibert, but he didn't look sideways, and just sat quietly on the horse, as if he didn't see him.

Karibert knew that this was the time to pay the price for what he just did. He gritted his teeth, suppressed a smile, and walked forward, wanting to lead Feng Sen's horse:

"Honorable Earl..."

"Go, give him a big fight!"

"Snapped!"

Zhang Shicheng made three steps in parallel, and slapped Karibert on the face with one slap. The force of this blow can be seen from the spurted teeth and red and swollen face of Karibert.

In an instant, the faces of the surrounding Frankish soldiers changed drastically. They took out the armed swords around their waists, and Feng Sen's side also heard the sound of drawing swords.

"Stop!" Theodoric emerged from the crowd with a livid face, "Don't you think that you have done enough scandals today? I want to tell you that this is the Earl of Hamburg, Anthony von, who defeated the [-] rebels in Uda. He is the godson of His Royal Highness Charles. He will be the future Earl of the Border, at least the commander-in-chief of the entire Anglia or East Falia.

Not only that, but he is also the teacher of Princess Ador and Princess Lyudmila, a friend of Lord Pepin, Lord Vollard, Lord Astolfo and myself, if you still want to draw your sword, then go ahead. "

After looking at each other in blank dismay, the soldiers and warriors put away their long swords one after another.

"Your Excellency, I have learned what happened today." With a red and swollen face, Caribert barely stood up and saluted Feng Sen, "I believe your anger has dissipated, why don't we enter the fortress? I have prepared a sumptuous dinner for you..."

"Who said my anger has dissipated?" Feng Sen looked surprised, "Come here, hold his hands and feet down!"

"My lord, what are you doing?"

"Don't move! Press his legs, yes, pinch his mouth open."

"Be careful, don't pee on my hands."

"Don't worry, I'm peeing Yangyouji!"

"You donkey, peed on my hand."

"Get out of the way, it's my turn! Hey, don't let him vomit, let him swallow."

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, I have dizziness."

Chapter 153 Surrender must choose the right person

In the Fengsen camp beside the Maas Lake, the torches merged into a long dragon, and the torches pierced by the cold wind that pierced the ear bones flickered, like a rootless flame in the cold night.

Feng Sen knelt on a small horse, and continued to write his Three Kingdoms by the light of the night. Since the original book was a long novel with hundreds of thousands of words, Feng Sen needed to extract the essence from it and turn it into a book similar to "Lotus". A long narrative poem like the Epic of the Horse.

While waving the quill pen to write quietly, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and an old man in a deerskin robe walked in, followed by two guards escorting him.

Feng Sen glanced up, shook his head slightly, and the two guards walked out of the tent, leaving only Feng Sen and the old man.

As if he didn't see the old man, Feng Sen lowered his head and continued to write on the scroll in his hand: "I saw a good show today, High Priest Griffith."

Griffith raised his eyebrows and lowered his head: "In front of Your Excellency the Duke, I, the High Priest, are like a grain of sand in the Elbe River."

"Oh?" Feng Sen raised his head, shook his sleeves, walked out from the short front, and walked in front of Griffith, "High Priest Griffith, I've noticed that people like to promote me recently.

In the morning, I was a small count of Saxony, and in the afternoon, someone told me that I am now a border count and own all the land in Hamburg.In the evening, you come again and tell me I want to be a duke.

It seems that the title of the Frankish Kingdom is worthless. "

"It's worthless, it's worthless in your hands." Griffith bowed to Feng Sen, "You are the royal family of Siris, no matter how valuable it is, the position of the king is worth it?"

"The king's position is worth nothing." Feng Sen looked into his eyes seriously, "My title is all based on the people at the bottom. I kicked my wife away in winter, and followed me to hang my life on a spider's web to fight out. Yes, human life is valuable."

"Your Excellency the Duke is a man of great wisdom."

Griffith was leaning on a cane and was about to take a step forward when Feng Sen kicked the cane away from his hand. Griffith lost his balance and knelt down in front of Feng Sen in an instant.

Looking at Griffith kneeling on the ground, Feng Sen slowly circled around: "Do you know why I said human life is valuable?"

"I know, because we pretended to be you to attack that fortress last night, resulting in the loss of two of your cavalrymen, and your honor was insulted." Griffith looked down at the ground and said slowly in an old and hoarse voice.

"You missed a word."

"Because of this, before you contacted Hadrad, the Duke of Thuringia, the leader of the Frankish garrison here, you had already formed a bridge. I think your plan must have encountered a lot of obstacles."

"Very good." Feng Sen continued to sit back in front of the short table, and raised his pen, "You know the cause of your death, you are a sensible ghost."

"I'm a fool, but the Earl didn't understand what I meant."

"Are you interested?"

"It means a lot."

Griffith resisted the pain in his knee and said, "Your Excellency, in your opinion, who among the Saxons can be called a hero?"

Feng Sen picked out his ears and looked at him impatiently.

And Griffith was not at all embarrassed by Feng Sen's refusal to answer. Instead, he asked himself and answered: "I have been thinking about this question. Looking at Saxony, there are only three people who may be called heroes. Uda, Aye Wolfga and Vidukind.

Among them, Uda, who has a good name and is greedy for profit, selfish and selfish, all he wants and wishes is nothing more than being a great chief.

Elfgar, self-deprecating, childish and irritable, he hopes to bring everyone back to the original era of working together, sharing, and holding the Maklow Conference on time. "

"Can't you go back?"

"Can't go back."

Griffith shook his head: "I will never go back. In comparison, I am more optimistic about Vidukind, but he also failed. Looking around, I found one thing. There is no one in Saxony who can afford it." A person who has taken on such a heavy responsibility."

Feng Sen sneered, but did not speak. Instead, he looked at Griffith with a desolate face playfully: "What is the purpose of the High Priest coming to me this time, let's just tell the truth."

"We will never be able to defeat the Franks." Griffith bowed to Feng Sen, "I saw Widukind's father weeping under the butcher knife, and I will never forget this scene.

At that moment I was thinking, if I have the chance, I must win the Franks and take back the land of the Saxons.

But I failed and I lost this opportunity forever.Even so, I don't want Saxony to fall into the hands of the Franks. We thought about it for a long time, and finally, we chose you.

This is the last chance I have in this life - the chance for a Saxon not to be enslaved. "

Feng Sen's face became serious: "You want to surrender to me."

"Yes, this is the result of my discussions with most of the priests and the rest of the chiefs. We only have one request..." Griffith raised his head and finally revealed his sharp eyes, "Saxons must be able to live freely under the sun."

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The morning sun passed through the flying dust and landed on Hadlard's face. In the dark room, there were only a few gaps for the outside sun to shine in.

Hadlard reached out and pushed aside the curtains on the bed. With his upper body covered in scars bare, he came to a square table, began to wipe his face with water, and began to groom his beard with a comb dipped in water.