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

"But I want you to know that even if you choose me, I will not be able to resume the Maklo conference."

"It doesn't matter, I was captured by Charlie once, and I went to Frank and Rome. I have to admit that the Macro Conference is already an old thing." Griffith said here, and the subject suddenly changed, "Your Excellency From Siris, what method is used there to govern the people?"

"I can only say, in your eyes, what the Marklo Assembly looks like, and in my eyes, what Frank's earl system looks like."

"Although you don't want to say it, I can probably figure it out. It should be very similar to your Eight Banners Legion?"

"Almost." First surprised by Griffith's words, Feng Sen couldn't help laughing, "But our side is called the Eight Pillars Kingdom, and it has already been eliminated, so in the future, the Eight Banners Legion will also be eliminated."

"The Eight Banners Legion, that's why I decided to join you." Griffith didn't understand why Feng Sen was laughing just now, but he still stared at Feng Sen's face seriously according to the original plan, "Saxons and Franks Hatred cannot be reconciled unless one party completely disintegrates and conquers the other.

But if it happens, I think the Saxons will be the one to be subjugated and disintegrated, and the means I have already guessed, we Saxons will be driven from our homeland by him, and this is our end, and it is my object to prevent it.

In order to stop the struggle with the Franks, I must find a person with enough prestige and honor to unify the entire Saxons, deter them from rebelling, and his existence can also be recognized by Charlie, so that he will not be regarded as a heretic. conquered. "

"So, you found me."

"Yes, there are a large number of Saxon soldiers and generals in the Eight Banners Legion under your command, and I can see that they love and support you sincerely, and some of them even converted to the Heavenly Father Church to please you. At the same time, your reputation can also deter the entire Saxon..."

"Why can my prestige deter the whole of Saxony?" Feng Sen frowned, "The only thing I can call 'prestige' is the Battle of the Settenkaner River. Of course, this battle is exciting, but it's not enough to make people uncomfortable. How dare you rebel."

Hearing Feng Sen's words, Griffith smiled slyly: "Your Excellency, you can send the flood, which means that you have been recognized by this land, gods and ancestors. This is what our priests agree, and we will let the rest of the Saxons think the same, so you can rest assured."

"If it's just you, I can still believe that you are only here to protect the Saxons, but all the priests?" Feng Sen leaned back on the chair and shook his head, crossing his legs. "Tell me about their requirements."

"We ask you not to prohibit our sacrifices and religious activities. We may not take the initiative to attack your gods, but you cannot take the initiative to attack our gods."

"I can promise that in the rural areas, you can come however you want, but in the cities, public sacrificial ceremonies are absolutely not allowed, and all living sacrifices must be banned. Is it acceptable?"

"Then I take a step back and can prohibit living sacrifices, but if sinners such as cattle thieves, etc., we can use him to sacrifice, and I ask non-Heavenly Father priests to enter your subordinates to serve as public officials, such as judges."

"Yes, but you have to compete with the priests taught by the Heavenly Father yourself. I will not take sides."

"Okay, then we have reached an agreement on this issue. I will lead you out of this forest. I know ten or even nine ways to escape from the siege of the Danish coalition forces, but there is one more question. Stabilize the position of the Duke of Saxony, and make those Saxon prisoners obedient." Griffith sat up straight.

"Your Excellency, as a priest, I think you fit my imagination of the future Saxon ruler, but there is only one thing, you are not from the noble blood of Saxon."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"No, no, I didn't mean to make you a Saxon. In fact, I don't care whether you are a Saxon or not, but you need a symbol to show that you are a Saxon. So, as your Priest, I want to convey to you the first revelation from the gods."

Griffith showed a humble smile. He lowered his body and covered the sides of his mouth with his hands. Soon, there were only whispers in the tent and the rustling of charcoal pencils across elm bark.

Chapter 166 My mother still has an unexpected harvest

In the deep dense forest, there are swamps and wet meadows everywhere. The rotten smell of moss and mud has already made everyone in the forest numb. Only the howling of wolves and the sound of flapping wings of birds can make them look up. Between the branches and the pine needles, look up at the sky.

There has never been such a large number of people passing through the forest of Rosengart. Saxon prisoners of war were dressed in sackcloth or bark robes, carrying weapons and food, and the horses snorted and the black-haired soldiers shouted. While drinking, they walked forward silently.

The winding path can only accommodate three or four people walking side by side at most, so the whole team was divided into two groups and marched separately. One group was led by Feng Sen with 6000 people, including 4000 prisoners of war, [-] Jingnan troops and two soldiers. Qianyi joined the army, and the other was led by Pepin and Han Shizhong with [-] people, including [-] prisoners of war, [-] Frankish soldiers and [-] righteous soldiers.

The muddy forest path was almost firmly stepped on by countless feet, and the criss-crossed branches above the head and the bushes on both sides of the path were also swept away. When the weather clears up, it is estimated that hunters will be amazed when they return in summer Surprisingly, he found that a wide road appeared in the forest.

On the path, tall, young and strong men moved forward side by side, like a long gray dragon.

Among the advancing prisoners of war brigade, a strong man with a goatee carrying a load and two baskets of grain and grass came to Abu's side: "Abu, have you heard?"

"What did you hear?" Abu was also carrying two baskets of grain and grass, his forehead covered with beads of sweat.

The burly man with a goatee looked at the Jingnan soldiers patrolling in the distance, and said in a low voice, "That Earl of Hamburg is going to kill us all."

Abu was so startled that he was about to jump up. He lowered his voice, raised his eyebrows, and shouted sternly, "Who did you listen to?!"

"Everyone is spreading rumors these days. It is said that a member of the Eight Banners of the Rebel Army accidentally said it after he was drunk."

"I'm drunk and still say I'm the son of Odin? Do you believe a drunk man?" Gritting his teeth, Abu cursed manically as he stepped across a rotten puddle.

The brows and nose of the strong man with the goatee were all tangled up: "But what he said was too true, you see, wouldn't that Serisian bring lighter clothes and flour to the surrounding villages in exchange for heavier black ones?" Wheat and barley for food?

But now we are in the woods, and we only met one village along the way, and there were only seven or eight people. When did we see other villages? Replenishment.

Brother Abu, our daily food and grass is only half of what it used to be, but the burden on our shoulders has become lighter and lighter recently. "

"So what?" Abu still said stubbornly, "We can walk in the forest for three days at most, then go out, and then we can find a village to exchange, and we can still hunt and hunt birds in the forest, so we won't be killed for lack of food and grass."

"Hey, that's not necessarily true." The man with the goatee said slowly while panting, "We eat little these days, and we are all hungry and have no energy. I guess it is to get rid of the forest and kill us while we have no energy." Just like that Charlie did at Weldon."

"why?"

"Hey, Brother Abu, are you so tired that you are confused? We were all rebels at one time. It was good that Frank had the upper hand in the past, but now they have fewer people. Of course, we are afraid that our uprising will cooperate with Vidukindry. "

"Nonsense, I will never cooperate with Vidukind."

"But that Sirisian named Feng doesn't know this." Goatee gritted his teeth and said, "I said, Brother Abu, or let's run away."

"Do you know the way?"

"I don't know. Do you know, brother?"

"Of course I don't know each other. If you keep running like this, where are you going?" Abu cursed angrily, leaning his elbow on the shoulder of the goatee.

Goatee lowered his head aggrievedly: "Aren't I just trying to find a way, why hit me? Since we can't escape, let's revolt and find a chance to snatch their horses and weapons. We have 3000 people."

Abu looked at the cage made of slippery rocks and thick vines around him, shook his head and said, "Three thousand people are hungry, unarmed, exhausted, and under strict supervision. What we have to face is a thousand people." Knights armed to the teeth and two thousand well-fed foot soldiers."

"I've seen that many of the soldiers called Eight Banners are Saxons, why don't we persuade them?" An old man carrying two baskets of clothes whispered.

Abu shook his hair impatiently: "Don't ask me, if you go to persuade them, don't mention whether they are willing to surrender, if they want to report to you, what should you do?"

Goatee said anxiously: "Brother Abu, what do you think you can do?"

"Is this news really true?"

"I don't know, I heard everyone say that, and that our people who went the other way have been killed." The strong old man gasped.

"Don't talk nonsense, don't spread nonsense, let's ask Gisela at night, if there is such a thing, she will definitely not hide it from us."

After saying this, everyone fell silent and continued to walk forward until Goatee asked again: "Brother Abu, what if Gisela doesn't tell us? After all, after all..."

The two baskets of grain and grass on Abu's back fell heavily to the ground. He turned around suddenly and hit the face of the goatee with a fist. head, the voice was as small as a mosquito, as if to comfort himself: "No, no."

………………

"Feng." Feng Sen, who was roasting rabbit meat in front of the bonfire, raised his head, and saw Gisela with slightly red eyes, "I have something to tell you."

Feng Sen handed the rabbit meat to Zhang Shicheng who was beside him: "Don't steal it, I will give you half of the rabbit's leg later."

Then Feng Sen beckoned to Gisela, and raised the curtain of the tent behind him: "Come on, let's go in and talk."

The two entered the tent together, and Gisela immediately rushed up and held Feng Sen's hand tightly. A blush and pleading expression appeared on her crystal round face: "Feng, I beg you, don't kill them."

Feng Sen immediately put on an inexplicable expression: "Kill who?"

But in the next second, as if he suddenly realized it, he immediately put on a serious expression: "No, I can't agree. Gisela, the military law is ruthless, I will not agree. If you came here to ask for mercy, please return." Bar……"

Starting with the word "No", Gisela didn't listen to a single word of Feng Sen's words, and her mind was in a mess. For the first time in her life, Uncle Abu and the cross kept gaining the upper hand in her mind. Love family?Still love the Father?

"...Because you have spared this one, and the next one, when the time comes, people will come to you every day to intercede with me, is there any king's law, and is there any military law..."

Gisela stared blankly at Feng Sen's eloquent face, the delicate and narrow quiet sky in the monastery, and the rough and unpalatable laughter in the rough tent, countless faces flashed in front of Gisela one by one.

In the end, these pictures were frozen at the last moment. There were more than a dozen faces full of expectations and prayers in the entire tent. There were old people, children, and the uncle who was once high-spirited and covered with injuries. I know." Then she sat on the bench in a daze and desolately, staring at herself in pain: "Gisela, Gisela, please, please, I deserve it, but they are innocent, innocent .”

Those painful, disbelieving, suspicious eyes made Gisela feel as if she had returned to the time when she had just left for the monastery.

Here, Feng Sen is still trying to persuade Gisela: "The most important thing is that I am also afraid of one situation, what is it? There are some despicable people who will take advantage of your kindness and kindness. This is what I fear most. I know this is a bit ruthless, but military law is military law, and no one can violate it... Hmm."

Feng Sen's eyes widened at the warm, moist touch on his lips, and he could smell the chamomile in Gisela's hair, which had never been so close to him.

Gisela put her hands through Feng Sen's waist and untied his belt. Then, she lifted her tender red lips from Feng Sen's mouth, and a crystal water thread hung between the two lips. over the long bridge.

The plump body took a step forward and fit tightly on Feng Sen's waist. Feng Sen felt like he was hugging a stove.

"Feng, I beg you."

Hearing this sentence, Feng Sen narrowed his eyes. He took a deep breath and looked into Gisela's misty eyes: "Okay! I won't kill them, but military law is military law, at most the sentence can be reduced... um."

The wind from the clothes blew out the candles in the tent, and plunged the huge tent into darkness.

Outside the tent, Zhang Shicheng was drooling over the rabbit sprinkled with pepper. He looked anxiously at Feng Sen's tent, why didn't he come out?This rabbit is getting cold.

Chapter 167 Clearance Settlement

The fluorescent red charcoal radiates billowing heat, making the temperature in the entire tent like spring. Of course, it is not only the temperature that is like spring.

On the bed of wolf fur and wool, Gisela's smooth, muscular thighs glistened with sweat and looked like porcelain under the relit candles.

These two strong thighs were tightly locked on Feng Sen's. Gisela leaned sideways, her waist and abdomen pressed against Feng Sen, and she leaned into Feng Sen's arms.

Just now, Feng Sen and Gisela were like writing calligraphy. They first copied ruthlessly, and when the water was ground on the inkstone, they copied it with all kinds of knowledge, so that the ink splattered. Grab a brush and shake it wildly to write good calligraphy.

After this friendly exchange, Gisela's hair was a little wet, and she had no strength at all. Feng Sen put her head on his shoulders. The soft and white body formed a strong contrast with Feng Sen's solid body.

The 30-year career as a nun ended at this moment. Gisela blushed, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow. She stroked Feng Sen's chest and whispered to her ear: "So you never thought of killing them?"

"Of course, I always don't increase the killing unless necessary. Of course, if they really revolt, then I will really start killing." Feng Sen responded easily with Gisela in his arms.

But Gisela's ears turned red slowly: "Then, what's the matter with those rumors?"

"Actually, those rumors were released by Griffith. The purpose was to make those prisoners uneasy, and then let them ask you to come to me for mercy, or let him come to you to ask me for mercy."

Turning his body, Feng Sen supported Gisela's blushing shoulders, "Gisela, although the rumors are false, some of them are true. I am really afraid that they will revolt. If so , I will have to raise the butcher knife, because I cannot gamble with the lives of Heavenly Father’s believers, all I can do is to kill them, and then ask Heavenly Father for salvation.

So in order to prevent this from happening, Gisela, I need you to be my wife, to recruit them. Of course, being my wife is as important to me as recruiting these prisoners of war, and it is even more important for you to be my wife. "

"So you didn't prepare at all in the first place... Then I, didn't I..." In just two seconds, Gisela's white face was like a boiled prawn, with the neck and the tips of the ears It was all red, but soon, she realized that something was wrong, "Wait, you mean, did you act in it before?"

"Well, it can be said that although I acted, my sincerity to you was not acted out." Feng Sen immediately responded righteously.

Gisela scolded a little angrily, "You're taking advantage of others!"

"I'm not, I don't." Shaking his head, Feng Sen hurriedly argued, but he couldn't help laughing again, "My goal at the beginning was actually to marry you in a fake way, and then slowly, the fake became real little by little, but you did exceed my expectations, and this was really a windfall for me."

"So, you're marrying me?" Gisela blushed.

"It's engagement." Feng Sen smiled and rolled up a strand of blond hair from Gisela's temples. "Our real wedding will be blessed by Elder Zhenhui. Now, Gisela, I hope you can become my wife."

One, Feng Sen silently added in his heart, this is the feudal era, he will never give up the harem, after fighting for so many years, what's wrong with enjoying it?

"Then I can't be a nun anymore, and I can't continue to serve God." Gisela suddenly became depressed, and she shrank her body, "How should I explain to the dean, how should I explain to the bishop, the monastery How should I stand in front of those girls, I have broken my oath before God.”

"If you don't get married and continue to be a nun, then we are having an affair, isn't it even more blasphemy?" Feng Sen put his arm around Gisela's shoulders, "Although you have broken your vows, you have saved more believers in Heavenly Father , This is a last resort, to give up my honor for the cause of the heavenly father, this is a great love that surpasses a small love."

"But sin is sin, and there is no such thing as merit and sin in Heaven."

"Then you can worship Heavenly Father even more in the future. The kind Isaiah will bear your sins for you. You see, there is a reformed Magdalene beside Isaiah." Feng Sen hesitated for a while, He whispered, "Besides, you may not have broken your oath."

"How is it possible?" Gisela leaned her head on Feng Sen's shoulder again, and said quietly, "We all know what happened just now."

"When the time comes, I will show it to you."

Silently updating Gisela's Chinese system with [Fragments of Tongtian Tower], Feng Sen continued to hug this soft and delicate body, rubbing his ears together.

Turning her face around, Gisela asked, "Feng, when did you have this idea?"

"To be precise, it was the first time I saw you. However, you were still a nun at that time." Feng Sen playfully kissed her forehead.

"You should respect your heavenly father more, those words just now are enough to send you to hell." Gisela hammered his chest angrily, but when she said this, her expression sank again: "I am I am an old nun and nun. It has been 29 years since I came to this world. Counting the time in the womb, I am 31 years old.

When my grandmother was my age, my eldest brother was already born. You are only seventeen, you have a lot of beautiful years, and you are the same age as youth. Why do you want me? "

Feng Sen gently touched her smooth and supple hair: "Because you are kind and pious, because you are kind and friendly, you have been under house arrest in the monastery for ten years, in my opinion, you seem to be a person of the same age, as if you are still a girl. "And she's a young girl with a mature body.

Unconsciously, Gisela let out a smirk, she hugged Feng Sen, and buried her face deeply in his arms.

Of course Feng Sen wanted to stay tender for a while, but he also had to solve real problems. She patted Gisela's butt, and under the resentful eyes of the other party, Feng Sen said with a smile: "We have to talk about your uncles..."

Putting her head on Feng Sen's chest again, Gisela asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"After you go back, tell them everything that happened here, and assure them that I will be engaged to you in front of everyone the day after tomorrow. And they are your dowry, so they need to be loyal to me, you need Get these Saxons to accept that, and High Priest Griffith will help you."

"Can this really make them loyal?" Gisela couldn't help but wonder, "Although they respect me, I am still not worthy of my father...Although they are all my relatives, they are also pagans , Are their promises really credible?"

"Don't worry, I have a solution." Feng Sen stroked Gisela's smooth back confidently, "Blood relationship is just to give them an obvious reason, or to give them a step down, and you just do it."

Gisela nodded thoughtfully, and after a long silence, she asked again: "Then what should we do now?"

Feeling the faintly hot body in his arms, Feng Sen laughed: "What should I do? It's still early, and tonight is still very long."

With that said, he covered the animal skin blanket again.

Chapter 168 Pepin's Plan and Choice