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

"kill--"

With only the last ten steps left, the speed of the horses on both sides of the hedge reached almost 60 kilometers per hour at this moment. Converted to relative speed, each cavalry was approaching each other at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour.

At a distance of ten steps, Pepin just blinked his eyes, and a frightened and angry face was about to rush in front of him.

He wanted to kill me, and Pepin and the cavalry had the same thought in their hearts at the same time. For the first time, a ferocity and fear that had never been seen appeared on Pepin's face. Although he met the cavalry for the first time, but The hatred for each other almost reached its peak in this short half a second.

"Bang——" Heavy loud noises sounded in succession in just half a second. The screams and horses neighed together. The cavalry staggered, iron filings and sparks splashed everywhere, and the spears slashed across the chain mail. The sound of metal rubbing makes one's scalp tingle, and the horse's hooves raised a small sandstorm.

Too late to think about it!Seeing that the enemy was right in front of him, Pepin uttered a venting roar, rode his spear, and stabbed!

The [-]-meter hollow spear flew across like a meteor. The moment it touched the enemy's body, Peiran's huge force returned along the barrel, and the hollow lance exploded like a flower.

Under the force of the shock, Pepin was directly squeezed off the horse's back. For a while, Pepin's body and limbs were all separated from the horse, but thanks to the protection of Takahashi's saddle and stirrups, he did not fall directly to the ground.

When Pepin realized he was tugging at the edge of the saddle, with one foot on the saddle and the other hanging on the stirrup, hanging by the side of the horse like a juggler.

But the man who was stabbed by the hollow lance was not so lucky. Due to the length of the lance in his hand, he could not reach Pepin even if he stepped on the horse's head.

Pepin's skills were rubbish, but the impact of the spear was real. When Pepin was pushed by the reaction force until only one foot was left on the horse, the man flew upside down and was trampled on the head by the horse's hoof behind him.

Although he killed an enemy at the first blow, Pepin couldn't relax because he had lost control of the horse. When the other companions turned right, he inevitably rushed to the left with the horse.

And the left side was the direction where another group of cavalry was coming, and the horses galloped rapidly, having already left the main force, and rushed towards another group of cavalry under Theodoric's horrified eyes.

Things on the battlefield have always been fleeting. When people discovered the situation of His Royal Highness Pepin, the distance between Pepin and the enemy was only five steps away.

Holding the saddle, Pepin exhausted all his strength and tried to climb back on the saddle, but the time was so short that it was too late.

coming!The leader of the rushing cavalry rushed forward with his big yellow and black teeth grinning, aimed at Pepin's neck, and raised the saber in his hand while grinning sideways.

Pepin closed his eyes.

"Your Highness!"

The expected pain did not come. Pepin opened his eyes, only to see a white lance protruding out like a phantom, and inserted it into the neck of the cavalryman. With a shake of the white lance, he directly picked it off the horse.

Grabbing Pepin by the neck and helping him onto the saddle, Zhang Shicheng swiped a cavalryman off his horse, and shouted at Pepin, "Go!"

Although he didn't quite understand what he said, Pepin probably knew that he was telling him to leave quickly.

After getting rid of the small group of cavalry, Zhang Shicheng pulled Pepin to join Theodoric, and a total of [-] cavalry began to retreat eastward.

"Damn it, coward!" Ragnaro cursed angrily, and then shouted, "Stop, let's go back to camp, no pursuit!"

In the sound of the horn, the Viking warriors and Saxon infantry slowly stopped, looking at the horses and their backs in the distance unwillingly.

Many warband leaders found Ragnaro, and began to protest and complain, why didn't they chase after him, the head is worth twenty sets of chain mail, but Ragnaro was determined to return, he suffered this loss, chase?Wait for an ambush!

Ragnaro, who was irritated by the leaders' harassment, was about to ride away on horseback, but a thunderous sound of hooves rang in his ears again. The moment Ragnaro turned his head, a black dot appeared in his retina.

"what--"

The long arrows trembled in Ragnaro's eye sockets, and he fell to the ground covering his face. The surrounding guards squatted down and raised their round shields to protect him firmly.

Suppressing the pain, Ragnaro shouted: "No pursuit! No pursuit!"

But at this moment, no one listened to Ragnarok.

As the returning Jingnan cavalry launched a sneak attack, the careless Viking battle group killed and injured many people. The ridicule of the cavalry successfully provoked the hearts of the leaders, and they were all irritated.

Regardless of Ragnaro's command, they themselves elected a new commander in just 1 minute, and in Ragnaro's desperate cry, they chased the despicable cavalry together.

Soon, similar dramas continued to be staged on this land. Four hundred cavalry charged, four hundred cavalry rescued, and the next round would be rotated. From time to time, a wave of arrows was fired back and forth until they came to a mound. Suddenly, the cavalry led by Zhang Shicheng and Theodoric stopped in their tracks and even got off their horses.

The panting Viking warriors didn't know why, so they turned their heads and saw a black and green dense forest. The faces of these Viking leaders turned into the same color as the black forest in a snap of their fingers, because they saw that the eight The cavalry of Bai Frank and Siris were actually changing horses.

Riding a flying mane equipped with horse armor, Feng Sen walked up the mound. He looked at the densely packed Viking soldiers in the distance and smiled.

Squeezing Zhang Shicheng's neck, Feng Sen asked, "How many people are there?"

"Well, there should be five or six thousand." Zhang Shicheng scratched his forehead.

"Very good, I will reward you with one, a whole roasted rabbit!" Feng Sen looked at the 130 Jingnan cavalry who had put on horse armor, pulled down their armor, raised the bent knife in his hand, and pointed forward.

"kill--"

Chapter 174 The Horseshoe Slowly

The horseshoe slowly stepped on the broken dagger on the ground. Feng Sen smiled and walked past the Saxon prisoners who were picking up weapons all over the ground. Praise and cheers followed, and there were many The Saxon infantry stepped forward and kissed Feng Sen's boots.

"Praise you!"

"You are simply possessed by the god of war!"

Behind him, the Viking prisoners of war followed with their hands bound by hemp rope, their heads downcast. They occasionally raised their heads and looked at Feng Sen's back with fear in their eyes.

Their eyes couldn't help but turn to their former companions who were still alive on both sides of the road. At this moment, they were lying in the cold and dirty sewage, with a deep pit sunken in their chests.

Apart from these deep pits, what frightened them most was the heavy arrow that was stuck in the giant warrior from Sami. He used to be able to pull the cavalry off the horse by himself, but now, his eyes widened He fell to the ground, with a heavy arrow more than one meter long and thick as a thumb stuck in his chest.

When this group of iron tower-like soldiers launched an attack just now, the powerful warrior with a face mask shot those heavily armored berserkers precisely one by one with heavy arrows, causing their battle line to completely collapse within half a minute.

Defeat and victory are common matters for the Vikings, but many Vikings believe that this defeat was Odin's divine will, because when they almost escaped from the encirclement, it rained heavily and the rain covered their lives. They blocked their sight and hindered their actions. As a result, they were rushed into two pieces by the iron tower cavalry who came after hearing the news.

The raindrops on the armor made a clanging sound, and the stench and bloody smell in the air lingered on the side of the nose. The six thousand Saxon prisoners of war stripped off the armor and weapons from the enemy's corpse, laughing and shouting.

In one corner, dozens of human heads were piled up with spears stuck in them, and a priest was holding a crow's wings, reciting the priest's congratulations loudly.

Looking at the Saxon rebels who were praying, offering sacrifices and snatching weapons and armor everywhere, Feng Sen shouted at them: "Be quick with your hands and feet, we have to return to our military camp before Siegfried's army arrives."

"As ordered!"

The leaders of the rebels all replied excitedly, and then picked up wooden sticks and began to beat the slow-moving rebels.

Nodding in satisfaction, Feng Sen turned and left.

Three days ago, on December 783th of the [-]rd year of the saint's birth, Feng Sen and the others finally walked out of the Rosengarten Forest and successfully reached the Weser River along the Harburg Mountain. After sending cavalry to search for it for a long time, they finally joined Earl Theodoric.

After resting in the camp for two full days, Feng Sen and Theodoric went on the road again. With 5000 soldiers from Feng Sen's headquarters, [-] free peasant soldiers and noble cavalry led by Pepin, Theodoric recruited [-] soldiers, plus [-] Saxon rebels. The total strength of Feng Sen's side has reached nearly [-].

At this time, the number of Danish coalition troops surrounded by Bremen was 8000. They were at a disadvantage in number, but they were enough for a battle. However, if you really want to compare, the 5000 people led by Feng Sen had more moisture than Siegfried.

Due to the abundant martial arts of the Vikings, many of them can be used as warriors. In Feng Sen's view, Siegfried's warriors are about [-], which will only be more or less.

And what about myself?There are at most two to three thousand soldiers in Feng Sen's headquarters, and Pepin's hundreds of cavalry are also good at fighting. Including Theodoric's personal troops, the total number of soldiers among the 5000 is about [-].

The remaining 1 or so were only used to build camps. At most, they could resist the first line of resistance. It would be good if they didn’t escape. Besides, the Saxon prisoners who surrendered under him had no weapons and equipment at all, not even a decent piece of clothing.

Of course Feng Sen hoped that they could go into battle right away, but it was so far away from Hamburg that Zhenhui couldn't fly, so how could he send the weapons and armor? What's more, Feng Sen's family didn't have any food left, so how could they get so many weapons and armor to equip them?

Regardless of their swearing appearance, judging from Feng Sen's rich experience, if this group of people go into battle shirtless, they will definitely lead the whole army to turn around and flee.

While the armor provides physical protection for soldiers, it also provides a layer of spiritual morale buff.

So on the way to the north, Feng Sen kept thinking about how to solve this problem, until he came up with a method that could weaken the enemy army and strengthen himself. When this method became a reality, it became today's battle.

Zhang Shicheng's tactics seem to be Mongolian tactics, but the essence is actually the famous battle of the Jin army against Xixia, the battle of Yishui.

In that battle, the famous general of the Kingdom of Jin, Wanyan Loushi, relied on the two teams of cavalry to attack each other in rotation, while beating the enemy's cavalry hard, he induced the infantry to get out of touch, and then rushed to the end in a wave of superior terrain.

In the Battle of Yishui, Wanyan Loushi defeated tens of thousands of Xixia troops with less than a thousand cavalry (by borrowing the weather, the river swelled when it rained).

Feng Sen's battle this time was no different except that the mountains with the dominant terrain were replaced with forests. The purpose of this battle was also achieved, weakening the strength of the Danish coalition forces, and also equipped the six thousand Saxon prisoners of war with a set of equipment so that they could at least withstand the line.

After quickly cleaning up the battlefield here, leaving behind the corpses all over the place, Feng Sen and his army returned to their military stronghold.

Feng Sen wouldn't just set up a military camp to play a sneak attack. He has always loved to fight with a strong camp, at least in his own opinion.

After taking off his wet armor, he walked into a clean room, took off his drenched leather robe, revealing his muscular body, Feng Sen squeezed a hot towel, wiped off the water on his body, and then walked out of his tent without stopping, and went outside.

Outside the screen, Wang Sima was wearing a wolf fur robe, sitting behind the table and waiting.

"Wang Sima, how is this battle going?"

"This time I came and went in a hurry, so I didn't have time to count." Wang Sima shook his head, "From those Vikings, we obtained at least enough weapons for 2000 people and enough armor for 1000 people."

"So much?" Feng Sen's eyes lit up.

"That's right, but their weapon forging skills are poor, and these spears and iron axes will break apart after a few strokes."

"Sigfried is probably going to be very angry." Feng Sen took a sip of the honey water on the table.

"Jieshuai, when are you going to start the war?" Wang Sima stroked the corner of the table worriedly.

Standing up, Feng Sen patted Sima Wang on the shoulder: "If there are no accidents, the day after tomorrow. We have given Siegfried a big fight today, and he will definitely fight."

"What's going on with Abramovich and Griffith?"

"They set off three days ago, I don't know if they got in, and there is no letter."

"Don't worry." Looking at the worried Wang Sima, Feng Sen changed the subject, but suddenly asked, "After coming here, has Wang Sima married a concubine?"

Wang Sima blushed in a rare old way: "Zhuo Jing passed away ten years ago and has not married yet."

Grinding his teeth, Feng Sen showed a rare smile on his face: "After this battle is over, I will introduce you to a good marriage."

Chapter 175 The Night before the War

Wisps of unextinguished green smoke still rose from the scorched wood stubble, and more than [-] Viking and Danish allied forces attacked from four directions of the fort at the same time. As far as the eye could see, there were soldiers shouting and fighting everywhere.

The fortress of Bremen has been in bad luck. It has hardly rested in the past two years. It was in the hands of the Franks for a while, the Vikings for a while, and the Danes for a while.

The speed at which the King's Banner at the head of the city changes is comparable to that of a helicopter wing.

On the dilapidated castle wall in Bremen, black dots cling to the wall like ants, and the ladder pushed by the trolley keeps charging towards the fortress.

Along the ladder, soldiers kept falling from mid-air, and occasionally a boulder fell, enough to smash a person's head into the chest cavity, screaming, crying and roaring, each roaring in fear and anger, venting the emotions in their hearts.

On the castle wall of Bremen, rolling stones and logs were swayed down free of charge. In the opening of the city gate, scalding hot water was sprinkled from the castle wall, instantly scalding the soldiers below until their faces were covered with blisters. .

Javelins and throwing axes were constantly thrown back and forth on and under the city wall, and there was a shower of arrows falling from time to time, but compared with the beginning, the amount of this rain of arrows was much smaller, and the consumption of attacking the city was too great.

On the crenels of the parapet, both peasants and slaves took up weapons and stabbed towards the crenel regardless. Some tall Frankish knights wore iron armor and acted as firefighters, running back and forth on the fort wall to block the siege enemies.

Watching a group of wounded and wounded soldiers limping past, Siegfried nodded to the leader with a smile. He looked at the crumbling Fortress of Bremen, and the depression accumulated these days was swept away.

After such a long siege, Bremen finally showed its flaws. The battering ram carrying firewood ignited the female wall near the city gate. The fire continued to spread, and Siegfried keenly discovered that He got the fighter plane and ordered the whole army to attack.

In just half an afternoon, they achieved progress that they hadn't worked hard for a month-a large army climbed the fort wall.

If it wasn't for the sudden rain, I should have been sitting in the hall of Bremen at this moment, watching the mighty Frankish king kneeling in front of me begging for mercy.

Siegfried had already thought about the latter thing. He would detain Charlie, demand a ransom from the Frankish Kingdom, and then force Charlie to convert, and hand him over to the troublesome nobles in East Frank, such as the Duke of Thuringia and Count Rudolf.

In the end, he just needs to wait for the civil strife on the other side. As for Saxony, he plans to hand it over to his second son and those Viking pirates from North and Sweden. It is best to support some past nobles. Maybe Albion can help him manage it?

But considering that Albion had betrayed his monarch, and betrayed so ruthlessly, Siegfried had a lot of scruples about handing over the land of Saxony to him.

"Three days."

Cyril looked at Siegfried who suddenly said a word without beginning or end, a little confused: "Your Highness?"

"Cyril, I plan to capture Bremen within three days. At that time, I will appoint you as Jarre of Bremen." Siegfried said calmly.

Cyril seemed to be half-struck by the thunder, and immediately knelt down, trembling with surprise, and even slightly crying: "Thank you, thank you for your kindness, my lord!"

"Get up, don't cut your hair recently, don't be Jarre from Bremen and look like a slave."

Both the Danes and the Norse are proud of their long hair. Their warrior caste, as long as they have the conditions (not bald), basically have long hair, and only slaves will cut their hair short.

Just when Cyril and Siegfried were immersed in the fantasy of the future, a voice broke their dream.

"Your Highness Siegfried, Your Highness, urgent report."

With an ominous premonition, Siegfried asked the guards to raise their spears and let that one come over. It was one of Ragnarok's personal soldiers, and he saluted Siegfried anxiously.

"Your Highness, the leader of the Norse war group stationed on the east coast disobeyed orders and pursued without authorization. He was defeated by the Franks. More than 5000 people escaped with casualties and less than 1000 returned."

Standing beside Siegfried, Cyril witnessed with his own eyes that in just three seconds, a piece of ripe red rose from his neck to his forehead.

"Fa-k-"

But yelling vulgar words couldn't make the situation much better. After calming down, Siegfried walked around for a minute, and then gave orders: "Cyril, you go to Ragnaro and let him Take his cavalry to find out where the enemy is coming from and who they are. You, you go to send an order, and send another 1 people to guard the fort on the east bank. When things are clear, you will come to the tent Find me."

"As ordered!"

The guards and Siegfried rode away after the order was issued, but they did not notice that a groom who was feeding the horses was passing by them with a bundle of pasture. After he put the pasture into the manger, he looked around Then, he quickly ran in one direction.

The groom trotted around and came to a tent at the edge of the camp. He opened the tent, and there were seven or eight people standing in the tent warming the fire. The leaders were Abu and Griffith, and the rest of them were the old faces of Feng Sen's subordinates.

A few days ago, when Feng Sen and the others were resting in Theodoric's barracks, they had already set off ahead of schedule to prepare for the final battle plan.

With the help of Abu's connections, and through a former subordinate, Abu led these people to sneak into the enemy's military camp, and was almost accepted as a vanguard group, but Abu still declined, because their work cannot be a vanguard. .