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

Occasionally, when Gisela gets annoyed by being surrounded, she will take a wooden stick and dip it in some broth or cheese to make them gossip.

Such a warm scene made Gisela seem to have returned to her childhood, when her mother was so busy in the house.

The men sat in front of the kang and drank ale, and the women were either cooking soup, or chatting near the sheepfolds while combing wool, or milking goats.

And the children would be like that, running around, bothering their parents, begging for a little ale or fish soup at last.

If she hadn't been in such a similar environment, Gisela would have almost forgotten such a scene. The scene that often surfaced in her dreams has become a ray of autumn wind and melted into numerous classics and rituals.

Heavenly Father said: Those who love their parents and relatives more than me are not worthy of being my believers.Is this betrayal?No, no, no, Gisela shook her head quickly. This is trying to preach to them, not because she loves them more than her heavenly father. Now they are all willing to say evening prayers before meals. Isn’t this a kind of missionary work?

Amen!Gisela made a sign of the cross on her chest, and came to the kang with fish soup: "Let's go, the fish soup is here... Hey, don't touch it, first thank the heavenly father for giving us food!"

Chapter 161 Isn't this a demigod?

"We will eat with one heart and give thanks. One porridge and one meal are not easy to come by; God bestows the sweat and blood of our compatriots, and we are happy to receive them to serve. Amen."

There were more than 40 elders sitting in front of the kang, but it was Gisela who presided over the whole situation. These Saxon prisoners of war, big and small, folded their hands whether they wanted to or not, waiting for Gisela to give the whole thank you song to them. After singing, when the last line of "Amen" was sung, everyone sang together: "Amen".

This is the vespers before dinner.

After wiping her hands on the apron, Gisela picked up the horse spoon beside her and began to stir the porridge in the huge clay pot, so that the whole porridge was heated evenly.

Putting down the fur in his hand, Abu sniffed the clay pot intoxicatedly, and couldn't help admiring: "It's not me, that boy Seris does have something, we set off from Brunswick, and it took us twelve days to get here. 24 meals, actually only hungry five times."

Beside Abu, another strong man with a withered yellow goatee shouted: "When we went out to fight with Vidukind, we were the guards and leaders, and we were hungry after twelve days' journey. Five times."

"That's you," scolded a sad-faced Saxon man sitting across from Gisela, "I was in the rear at the time, and I've had five trips in twelve days, you bastards, all the villages along the way After eating it all, I can only chew on the bark."

Gisela took out a wooden bowl, filled a large bowl of steaming porridge, and handed it to Abu who was next to him. Abu was about to start eating, but under the pressure of Gisela's eyes, he passed the hot porridge in his hand to the children who stared wide-eyed.

"Eat, eat, eat, one person is not enough for two people, I am really going to starve to death." Abu cursed at the group of children in a bad tone.

Most of these children are only thirteen or fourteen years old, which is the time when half-children eat poor old men.

"I really don't know how he did it?" Another old man sighed.

Gisela served the children porridge and said with a smile: "Feng's army is an army of kindness. They set up small stations along the way. The porridge is exchanged with the locals for farm tools, furs, flour, and clothes. The food is fresh every day, and there is little looting. The locals are willing to lead us. This is the army of the heavenly father..."

Gisela was about to say another piece of teaching to influence them, but saw Abu slapped on the forehead: "I understand, that's why. You see, we walked all the way, robbed all the way, and we could snatch it for a while. We robbed the first one, and this area hid in the forest. The rear team had nowhere to snatch it.

But he traded the booty, although it seemed to cost more money, but where we couldn't grab it, people rushed to exchange it, just like a market, we can still lower the price.

Hey, you said that if we bring some merchants along with the army and do business all the way, we can make another fortune by marching, don't you..."

"Okay, okay, it was a good thing, but it's dirty in your mouth." The original preaching was interrupted by Abu, and Gisela's face turned dark, "That's a good deed of the Heavenly Father's army. Nothing to do with looting."

Spitting thick phlegm on the ground, Abu shook his head in disdain: "A deed of kindness? What a fart of kindness, Charlie's army loots every day and always robs livestock and burns pastures. Where is the kindness? They are not human at all!"

Opening her mouth, Gisela was a little aggrieved, her face flushed, and she retorted loudly: "This is definitely not an order from Charlie."

With a playful expression, Abu waved his hand at Gisela and said, "It's the order from Charlie. Charlie is the sun on the beach, and he's even more of a jerk than Vidukind."

"I don't allow you to insult His Royal Highness Charlie like this. This is definitely not His Highness Charlie's intention."

"Well, then even if it wasn't his intention, what about the unarmed Saxons he killed at Weldon? Wasn't that his intention?"

In just three seconds, Gisela's face turned from black to green and then to red, and finally she could only throw the ladle into the clay pot in annoyance: "Tell me again that I won't cook for you next time, and continue to eat the rotten porridge cooked by Uncle Sen En."

Abuka hesitated for half a second, and finally sat down obediently and dejectedly: "I won't say anything."

"Hahahahaha."

"Abu, is this being taken care of by the mother-in-law at home and by the niece outside?"

A group of uncles next to him began to boo, and Abu was not a good-tempered person, so he punched the booing hammer to the ground.

The booing uncle immediately got up and was about to fight back, but he heard Gisela snorted heavily, as if the scene was repeating itself, he also sat down obediently and died down.

During this period of time, Gisela worked day and night in the barracks to heal the wounded prisoners of war. She worked tirelessly and rescued a large number of wounded prisoners of war. Coupled with her gentle personality and the identity of Vidukind's daughter, almost all the prisoners regarded her as a goddess, and her prestige surpassed those of Abu.

Under this prestige, this group of old "rebels" did not dare to speak too much.

After serving a bowl of porridge to Abu, Gisela asked again: "Uncle Abu, what are you going to do when the war is over?"

"Look for a piece of land and plant the land first."

The expression on Gisela's face brightened in an instant.

"Wait until you have enough food, and then rebel."

Gisela's cheerful face suddenly darkened again.

Regardless of Gisela's expression, Abu muttered while eating the porridge: "If it wasn't for the force of that little lover you defended everywhere, we would not come to rescue Charlemagne even if he died. It would be best if he died. Even if we are destined to be ruled, I would rather be ruled by the Danes than by Charlemagne."

"Why? Must it be reversed?"

Abu suddenly stopped drinking the porridge. He raised his head and stared at Gisela with burning eyes: "We still have room for discussion after Charlemagne cut down the sacred tree of Irminsu, but after he killed those Saxon prisoners of war, even we can bear it, but of course when the "Saxon Decree" is promulgated, we have no choice anymore, unless all of us are dead."

The "Saxon Decree", also known as the "Saxon Surrender Decree", this decree stipulates that all Saxon pagans who do not want to convert can be sentenced to death by the local count according to the law, and all local religious activities are prohibited.

After Abu finished speaking, the whole tent fell silent, and even the noisy children slowed down their movements and lowered their voices.

Everyone ate their porridge in silence.

"If you start an incident, aren't you afraid that Feng will defeat you again?"

"As long as he doesn't kill me, I will continue like this. Even if I can't, my son and my grandson will continue until all my descendants die."

"I heard the news that His Royal Highness Charles may give Feng a large area of ​​East Falia. If you revolt again, you may be killed by him." Gisela slowly stirred the horse spoon, "Although Feng is a devout believer, he is also a firm person. If you keep rebelling again and again, he will definitely kill you."

"He only kills people on the battlefield, which is better than Charlemagne." Abu finished his porridge and scooped up a large bowl of fish soup, "But if he came to rule me, maybe I can settle down for a while, and let my son rebel after he dies."

"Why?" Gisela's eyes widened.

"I'm a little scared of him."

"Me too."

"I also."

"Not afraid of His Royal Highness Charlie, but afraid of Feng?" Gisela looked at the group of uncles with some incomprehension, "Is it because of the flood?"

"We are not afraid of Charlie because Charlie is just a jerk." Abu took a sip of the fish soup, "but Feng Sen is a demigod, he can control floods, he can create things out of nothing, and even has an immortal body. We can't fight with him." A demigod in the present world resists, but he doesn't know which god's heir he is."

Gisela's face darkened again: "Don't talk about these evil gods in front of me."

"It's true!" Abu suddenly lowered his voice and half covered his mouth with his hand, "I saw it with my own eyes. That day, I saw a slash that was as long as a finger on his face. I have good eyesight and can see it clearly." It is clear, the injury on the first day, the scab on the second day, and only a red scar on the face on the third day, it will take a week at the fastest for that kind of injury, if you don’t believe me, you can go see it yourself next time .

And I heard from other Saxons that it was a Saxon guarding the warehouse, and he saw it with his own eyes. One night, he was too tired and slept in the warehouse. When he woke up in the middle of the night, he saw Feng pointing at the empty warehouse, and a pile of farm tools immediately appeared on the ground.

Isn't this a demigod?Anyway, the son of a demigod is not necessarily a demigod. Unless he pushes me into a hurry, I will wait for him to die before rebelling. This period of time will just restore the population of our Saxons. "

Gisela was stunned, she never expected to get this answer from Abu, demigod?Create something out of nothing?

Just as she was about to ask, Gisela opened her mouth when she suddenly heard the sound of the door curtain being raised. A young attendant ran in and whispered in her ear for a while.

Gisela swallowed back the question in her mouth again, touched the head of a child, and said to Abu and the others: "I'll come back later, when the time comes, you can tell me about these things in detail."

Chapter 162 A Cold Wind with a Grassy Smell Blows Out of the Dark Black Forest

A grassy wind blew from the dark black forest. Putting on a duffel robe, Gisela walked through layers of tents and came to the front of the tent.

The two guards standing guard at the door were very familiar with Gisela, and after smiling and nodding to her, they put away the way to enter the big tent.

He opened the door curtain and entered, and the heat enveloped Gisela. Standing in front of the screen, Gisela could hear Feng Sen talking with an old voice, and this voice was surprisingly familiar.

Speeding up her pace, Gisela walked around the screen, and saw Feng Sen and an old man in a buckskin robe sitting on a small horse, surrounded by a stove, each holding a mug, talking and laughing conversation.

Seeing someone coming in, Feng Sen and the old man in the deer robe turned their heads to look at Gisela at the same time.

"Feng, did you call me?"

Before Feng Sen could answer, the old man in the deer robe suddenly asked, "Is that you? Little Golden Ball?"

Gisela was taken aback when she heard this familiar title, then her eyes widened as if she couldn't believe it. She stared closely at the old man in the deer robe, and asked slowly after a while: "You are, are you?" Grandpa Griffith? I thought, I thought..."

"Long time no see, my little golden ball." Griffith rubbed the cup in his hand and smiled wryly at Gisela.

Da Ma sat on the maza with a golden knife, and Feng Sen took a sip of the hot fermented glutinous rice in the cup: "The High Priest Griffith told me that as long as His Royal Highness Charles is willing to give up the "Saxon Surrender Act", he will call on all Saxons to stop fighting against Charlie, so he found me and hoped that I could help him."

Hearing the news, Gisela didn't show too much surprise, but there was a trace of excitement in her eyes: "Really?"

Griffith smiled bitterly: "In these years of war, too many familiar faces have left. Although the Saxons are strong, they don't know if there are 50 or 60 people in total, and Charlemagne's men have 2000 million people. Believers of our heavenly father, there is nothing we can do. I only hope that fewer Saxons will die."

Looking at Griffith, then at Gisela, Feng Sen stood up suddenly: "I already understand the meaning of High Priest Griffith, I will try to help you.

But now that you haven't seen each other in so many years, you must have a lot to say, so I'll give time to Sister Gisela.I'm leaving ha, I don't bother. "

Regardless of the two people's persuasion, Feng Sen forcibly got up and left the tent, and went to inspect the surrounding geography, leaving only Gisela and Griffith in the tent.

But after Feng Sen left, neither Gisela nor Griffith spoke. The two sat face to face in silence, until Gisela finally said, "I thought you were dead."

"But no, these years, I have been in exile among the Saxon tribes. This is to protect our tribe and prevent them from being hurt more. If Vidukind doesn't raise troops anymore, I guess I will be a hermit in the wilderness. Live the rest of your life.

But Vidukind and Uda changed everything, our lives were destroyed by war, our homes were razed to the ground, and our loved ones were killed.The Saxons have had enough, we need to end this war and let our people live in peace again. "

Hearing this, Gisela straightened the cloud cloth unnaturally while sitting on the mazar, and said with a frown, "I also hope to end this war, but His Royal Highness Charles is not willing to give up the "Saxon Decree" due to the actions of the Saxons."

"I place my hope in His Excellency the Earl of Hamburg."

"Feng is a close vassal of King Charles, but he is a newcomer. His words may not be effective."

"If Your Excellency the Earl can use this credit to pacify the rebels to lobby His Highness Charles, maybe you can persuade His Highness Charlie."

At first, Gisela was just dazed, but soon, her face turned as cold as frost: "Although Feng is a believer in Heavenly Father and has noble virtues, he is also a smart person. I advise you not to make any small moves, otherwise you will know how powerful it is."

"This is also the last thing I want to see." Griffith's gaze refocused on the red-burning charcoal in front of him, "but if not, how can His Royal Highness Charlie revoke the "Saxony Decree"? Unless the "Saxon Surrender Decree" is revoked, the war in Saxony will never stop."

Then, the tent fell into silence again.

…………

Hadrad's barracks was built in an abandoned village. In Feng Sen's rebuilt barracks, there were many Frankish soldiers lying around.

With hunched bodies, the farmers carried the ropes on their backs, carried and dragged the supplies with a sad face, waiting for the opportunity to be rewarded by the nobles.

Carrying a bag of oats half the height of a person, a farmer strenuously walked across the training field, turned his head and glanced at it in pain and difficulty.

In the huge training ground, the noble soldiers of East Francia wore rusty chain mail, wielded sharp long swords and large battle axes with agility, and practiced their battle skills against a human-shaped wooden board.

In the corner, several soldiers were polishing their weapons with a whetstone, and wiping their armor with a cloth until it shone brightly. The Frankish soldiers needed to ensure their firmness and sharpness.

"Crack!"

The big sword swung out and severed the head of the straw man in front of him. Hadrad exhaled slowly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was about to ask an attendant to hand over his beer, but when he turned his head, he suddenly saw Father Balda standing in front of him. Priest Balda still had the same expression, showing no sadness or joy.

"Father Balda, you are finally back. What have you been doing these days?"

"I went to investigate the past and deeds of the Earl of Hamburg." Father Balda walked to a long wooden bench and sat down, then patted the bench beside him, and let Hadlard sit down.

"Why didn't you go north to join the Earl of Hamburg?"

While putting on a wolf fur coat, Hadlard explained in a low voice: "Then Charlie actually asked the Earl of Hamburg to command and command the entire army. I suspect that the Earl of Hamburg tampered with it. Correspondence in person."

"That's not why you stopped here for two days."

"Okay, okay." Hadlard rubbed his hands, a little angry, "I just don't accept it, why should I listen to the words of an earl like a duke? If this gets out, my prestige will be greatly affected. Without prestige, how can I suppress those little nobles in East Francia?

I want to fight the Earl of Hamburg and let him know how powerful I am, so I thought to hang it out for a few days first, and then let him beg me when he couldn't stand it anymore, otherwise he really thought he was the boss. "

Father Balda did not speak, but heaved a long and soft sigh: "Let's go tomorrow."

"but……"

"As I said, we have to leave tomorrow." Although Father Balda's words were neither salty nor bland and had no emotion, Hadrad stopped his mouth knowingly. Although he was annoyed in his heart, he only agreed to Balda. requirements.

After chatting with Balda, Hadlard lost his mind on sword practice, got on his horse, and walked towards his camp.

"Father, when I was in Hanover, why did you ask me to agree to their conditions? I thought that hunchback would not dare to do anything." Thinking about these embarrassing things, Hadlard couldn't help asking.

"When Pepin broke into the camp and put the sword on your neck, we already had to send troops. It's just a matter of time and how many things we can get." Father Balda brushed off the pony under his seat The flea in the hair, said softly.

"Mad!" Hadlard recalled that day again, gritted his teeth and scolded, "That damned hunchback! Such a person can actually force me to be like this, why didn't the heavenly father give me such luck?"

"If you still think so, then you are very wrong." The priest looked at the distant sky, "During that camp break-in, he had the upper hand both in terms of reason and human feelings.

At this moment, seize this precise opportunity and cooperate with the action of the Serisian, almost killing him in one blow, very Charlie's demeanor, he is smarter than you think, Hadrad. "

Hadlard was about to refute, but he heard a distant horn sound. The moment the sound sounded, even Balda's face suddenly changed.

"Priest, you go to the rear, and I'll go to the sentry tower." Turning his horse's head, Hadrad shouted to a group of cavalry passing by, "Send the priest to the rear!"