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

"What's wrong?" Feng Youde asked the groom.

"Your Excellency Feng has come." The groom lowered his voice, a little excited, "I heard the news that they wiped out the Norse army on the east bank this afternoon. Siegfried was furious and sent troops to scout."

"So fast?" Dick couldn't help asking, "Haven't we figured out Vidukind's location yet?"

"Bremen is on the verge of collapse now, so it's okay to be unhappy." Feng Youde replied calmly.

The 15-year-old Feng Youde is almost as tall as an adult. This time, as a liaison, he sneaked into the enemy's military camp with Abu and others.

Griffith looked up and asked, "Abu, have you checked the roads and tents in the barracks?"

Abu nodded: "I have checked everything, and I have found out when the shift changes."

Dick was a little annoyed: "How will we find out where Vidukind is? Damn Albion actually set up his tent in the Viking camp. Damn it."

"Normal, if you put it in a Saxon tent, aren't you afraid of being discovered by those Saxon soldiers?"

After thinking about it, Abu turned his head and walked to Sabo, and slapped him on the back of the head: "Is your pigeon okay? Why can't you find it for a long time?"

Sabo argued: "My pigeon is very good. Other pigeons can only fly one way, but my homing pigeon can fly back and forth. It's just that it drank too much today and couldn't fly."

"Damn it, you two drunkards." Abu kicked Sabo viciously, and was about to punch him again, but was stopped by Griffith.

"It's raining tonight, so you can't see the road clearly. You try to sneak in tonight to find out the road conditions. Siegfried will go to war tomorrow, and it will be too late if you wait any longer."

"Understood." Abu nodded, called a few old brothers, was about to leave, but was stopped by Griffith again.

"Be careful, Gisela still needs your uncle to support her."

Abu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't worry, my good days are yet to come."

Chapter 176 Saxony, decide your fate! Part [-]

Under the light of the early morning light, the blue-gray Weser River fluttered in the river like a piece of undulating silver-edged gold silk. The cold wind blew the soldiers who drew water blindly, and some thin clothes were tightly attached to the Saxon rebels.

Trembling, the righteous soldier took a pot of water from the river, walked into a tent of grass leaves hidden in a depression, poured the water into the clay pot, and put it on the steaming stove.

Damn it, Nayi Congbing sneezed and retreated into the blanket made of rags and rabbit fur. He was a little distracted looking at the bubbling hot water in the pot.

I heard from those relatives who became bannermen that being a bannerman is a superior person. It is nothing unusual to say that it is a superior person. What is strange is that even an enslaved person like him can be a superior person.

Thinking about it, Yi Congbing shuddered again, and then realized from the imaginary time that the water was already boiled. Of course, Yi Congbing didn't have the habit of drinking plain water, but the river water was too cold, so he could drink it after boiling it.

At this moment, a small stone jumped up from the ground and landed lightly on his feet.

This is?The volunteer's pupils narrowed to a single point in an instant, and at the same time, the water in his kettle became turbulent without wind. He threw away the blanket and climbed up the tree on hands and feet.

……

"waste!"

Zhang Shicheng picked up a horsewhip, and whipped the Saxon Yi who reported the letter from the cavalry like a rage, and the cavalry rolled on the ground with his face in his arms, unable to relieve his anger: "I fucking beat you in front of Jieshuai!" Piao, said that you are absolutely competent, that’s how you repay me?! What about the guard posts along the way? I asked you to change guards in shifts? People come to report when they are almost at the door, I..."

"Ah Cheng, stop." It was Feng Sen who rushed over after receiving the news and stopped Zhang Shicheng's movements, "Let him say that he has first-hand information."

Under the explanation of the tearful Saxon righteous cavalry, Feng Sen roughly understood the situation:

After yesterday's scout cavalry entanglement and wrestling, Siegfried finally discovered Feng Sen's existence. He had to admit that although Siegfried had not received any good military education, he had the cunning of an old hunter.

So after discovering the existence of Feng Sen, Siegfried re-arranged the siege plan in just half a day, and then brought 2 troops to encircle and wipe out Feng Sen. Look, he should have left the barracks at three or four o'clock in the middle of the night. Against the dark night and cold wind, he led [-] people for three hours and arrived near Feng Sen's camp.

Even Feng Sen had to admit at this time that Siegfried already had the upper hand in terms of the initiative on the battlefield.

They have already arrived nearby, and even if they want to divert or block, it is too late, so they can only face the enemy in front of the camp. Hadrad was defeated by this move last time.

Soon, the news was notified to the generals of the whole army, and everyone was talking about it.

Han Shizhong spoke very fast at this time, not paying any attention to Zhang Shicheng's black face: "Everyone, due to Captain Zhang's dereliction of duty, we are already at a disadvantage. The only solution is to go out to fight."

"I underestimated him." Wang Sima stroked his chin, and the depression of the down-and-out literati came out again, "This is forcing us to a decisive battle, what should we do?"

"Jie Shuai, pass an order, and I will immediately lead those righteous cavalry to attack, and make meritorious deeds!" Zhang Shicheng knelt down in front of Feng Sen and asked for a fight.

"Okay, okay." Feng Sen waved his hand, "They came in a hurry, since they came in a hurry, they wanted to fight in a hurry, let's not rush, let's fight slowly.

Zhang Shicheng, when the battle starts, you still need to lead the troops. Don't charge by yourself, let Fang Xinru go, and lead two hundred righteous cavalry to harass the enemy.Order the whole army to assemble in front of the camp within [-] minutes, and kill those who fail to meet their deadlines. If we don't defend the camp, we will go out to fight! "

Riding on a big horse, Siegfried squinted his eyes and walked in the forefront of the team. Behind him was an army of [-], and all the elite came out.

According to Siegfried's calculations, there are at least [-] soldiers in the army behind him. Hearing the sound of armor rubbing like raindrops and heavy breathing, they are all the most elite warriors.

This time to help Albion go south to resist the Franks, Siegfried also made great determination. The whole of Denmark plus Zealand and the part of Sweden, all the warrior classes came out, and his goal Also very clear.

The first is to take down Saxony in the south. Saxony was their relative back then, and it was even considered to be under his rule. In this case, it is normal to take it back.

The second is to strive for prestige, because some priests and elders are quite critical of him replacing Arvo's father. In addition to eradicating this hidden danger, this trip to the south is to use benefits to silence the mouths of this group of elders and children - can Wario do it?

The third is to restrain the expansion of the world taught by Frank and the Heavenly Father. Even Siegfried understands the truth of cold lips and teeth, and he is also salivating for the North Sea trade of Friesland and Eupolit.

Coupled with the large number of landless population caused by the conflicts between the Scandinavians, the two sides hit it off, and Siegfried himself could not pull so many soldiers.

Therefore, Siegfried can be regarded as a stud this time. There are a total of [-] warriors in his army at the moment, which is a real combat force, not the kind of ordinary nobles fighting privately, where [-]% of soldiers and [-]% of cheerleaders are real fighters.

According to Feng Sen, Siegfried's actual soldiers are probably only himself and the personal troops of leaders at all levels.

According to the standards of soldiers in the Central Plains, if they are fully equipped with weapons and have received training, then there are probably only three or four thousand such people in Siegfried's army, and in the miscellaneous army led by Feng Sen, if it weren't for his Jingnan tooth soldiers, it would be good to have five hundred soldiers left.

From Feng Sen's point of view from his hometown, most of the so-called "combatants" in the miscellaneous armies he led were only village masters, and they often went to the battlefield with only a single brain. Bravery without fear of death.

But the standard of the Central Plains is based on the logical chain of "Because the weapons and equipment are complete and you have received training, you can kill people on the battlefield".

However, there is an implicit implication here, that is, both sides have to roll like this, otherwise they will not be able to kill the enemy on the battlefield and will be pushed flat. Under the pressure of survival, this standard soldier will be produced.

At this time, because the posture level of Western Europe is too backward, they can kill the enemy without too strong armor weapons and excellent training.

According to the original root standard of soldiers, "soldiers who can actually cause effective damage on the battlefield", then the number of Siegfried soldiers can reach about [-], while Feng Sen can have five or six thousand, and the rest are basically civilian men who carry bags.

According to the standards of the Central Plains, Feng Sen should have [-] real soldiers and a number of [-], while Siegfried has [-] real soldiers and a number of [-].

But based on this calculation, Feng Sen is still at a disadvantage, especially when the first hand on the battlefield is taken by these Vikings. At present, the army is in front of him, and the only choice is to face the enemy head-on.

Seeing Fang Xinru flinging golden juice at the Vikings as he walked coquettishly, Feng Sen picked up Douhou and walked from the back of the line to the front of the line.

Feng Sen's eyes were really clear in Pepin's eyes, and gradually changed in the smoke and dust of the battlefield, becoming as cruel and bloodthirsty as the ordinary warlords of this era.

"In this battle, beheading a head earns two merits, rushing to the formation earns three merits, capturing the flag earns five merits, and the heirs of the dead will enjoy [-] acres of land." Feng Sen suddenly took out a large handful of Solidar from his pocket and threw them at them, "As long as we can win, I won't take any spoils, it's all yours!

As long as you can win, you can sacrifice whatever you want after the war, even if you take prisoners or living people, you can do whatever you want!

As long as you can win, I will give you all the glory and wealth that you can't spend in your lifetime!woman!wealth!I can give you everything, as long as you can win!Just win!

Gentlemen, I don't know what you saw, but I saw a sea of ​​gold and silver!Go there and cut off their heads, all of Saxony is ours, we'll all be superior!Eternal gentleman!Compared with those riches and honors, a life is nothing!So kill!kill them all!Not one left!kill! "

In the end, Feng Sen almost roared and said these words to them. After taking off the mask of his usual disguise, Feng Sen's truth as a military leader of a feudal town was finally exposed to the sun—he wanted to use blood to kill his own people. The blood of the enemy and the blood of the enemy forged a complete victory that belonged to him!kingdom!Even Empire!

Chapter 177 Saxony, decide your fate!

The sky was dim, and in the Viking camp, there were only a few torches flickering, and there was a dark red afterglow in the campfire, exuding strands of smoke like silk yarn.

In the cold blue morning, most of the Viking warriors staying behind were still sleeping. There were only Viking guards on the sentry post or by the gate of the village. In the nearby Saxon camp, there was no one standing except for the soldiers who got up at night.

Inside the tent, Griffith stood with Abu and the others, looked at the eight people in the tent, and suddenly saluted them with his right hand on his chest: "I am old and can't wield a knife and axe anymore. It's up to you guys."

"Siegfried's army has been gone for almost thirty quarters of an hour." Abu roared in a low voice, "We must not miss this opportunity. We will surely succeed."

Feng Youde, who participated in this kind of thrilling mission for the first time, seemed to cheer himself up: "It's almost here!"

After a while of silence, the last member of the rescue team who was inquiring about the news came back covered in mud, and everyone's eyes changed slightly.

"Are you ready?"

"It's all arranged, everyone follow me."

Led by the groom, the people moved around the camp without lighting torches, relying only on the little light from the torches, and came to a carriage loaded with pasture and straw.

"Alvin." The groom whispered, "You follow me and sit in the front, and the rest of you hide in the pasture behind. Be careful, there are weapons hidden inside."

"My name is Feng Youde." Muttering, Feng Youde sat in the front row of the carriage, while the rest of the people also got into the pasture behind.

After getting into the carriage, under the cover of the night, the horses let out a rhythmic whine, and as the wheels turned, they drove slowly towards the Viking camp.

In the deadly silence, the wheels turn, looking so pale and dull.

"Yo, it's you kid." A hoarse voice broke the silence.

"Hey, sir." The groom's humble voice was close at hand, "I brought you wine."

After a choking sound: "Didn't you call me in the middle of the night? Why did you come now? The stables urged me several times."

"The old bastard Ham has diarrhea. I waited and waited so that I didn't dare to come by myself, and then ran to the camp to call my little nephew, so I dared to come together."

"Counsel." The voice said impatiently, "Hurry up and come back, I was seen by those uncles of North, be careful with your head, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Then, there was another boring sound of wheels turning. This sound was so long that it almost made Feng Youde fall asleep.

"Here we go, everyone get out of the car."

Getting off the carriage one by one, everyone took a weapon, while Feng Youde drew out a crossbow bolt, leaving the groom to guard the carriage in secret, and they quietly followed the predetermined route to the west of the camp. According to those people, Albion's camp is on the west side.

"Sabo, let your pigeons out, don't lose the chain again." Abu cursed at Sabo viciously.

Sabo took out the drunkard pigeon from his bosom without hesitation. He was unusually sober after not drinking for a week. He let go of his hand gently and murmured a few words, and the drunkard pigeon seemed to understand it. It flapped its wings and flew in one direction.

"go!"

Following the pigeons, members of the rescue team crept through the Viking camp.

In the quiet Viking tent, the sound of snoring and turning over could be heard endlessly, combined with the sound of birdsong and the half-curved moon in the sky, there was a strange and peaceful beauty, which reminded Feng Youde of the song "Thoughts at a Quiet Night" taught by the teacher in the school.

"Cuckoo."

However, his nostalgia didn't last long, and he was stopped by his teammates in front of him amidst a rush of cooing.

"Here, is this here?" Looking at the candlelight in the tent and the guard at the door, Abu asked in a low voice.

"It should be here." After half a night of fatigue, Griffith's face was a little pale, but his mind was still clear, "There are so many tents here, only this one has night guards, it must be very important. "

"but……"

"We can only gamble." Griffith's eyes were like torches, tightly locked on the tent not far away, "Get ready."

He took out a hard crossbow from behind his waist. Feng Youde's hands trembled a little. He put the crossbow bolt into the groove, leveled it, and pointed it slowly at the guard's throat.

Feeling the direction of the wind, Feng Youde's mood gradually stabilized, and he entered an unconscious state. He pointed Wangshan at the guard at the gate. In the cold wind, he seemed to merge with the crossbow on the string.

"Crack" Feng Youde gently pulled the hanging teeth.

"Pfft." The sound of the arrow piercing into the flesh was inaudible compared to the snoring around him in the cold night.

He rushed forward, and Abu hugged the falling corpse to prevent him from making a crashing sound. According to Feng Sen's training and rehearsal, several people followed the practice of going to the wild boar's den to catch piglets in winter, and stood guard on both sides of the door curtain. Then, Abu waved his hand lightly.

Four figures shot into the tent like phantoms. The candles shook, the seats rubbed, and several figures danced wildly in the tent. After a slight "huh", everything returned to calm. Abu poked his head out of the tent and waved to Griffith and Feng Youde outside.

Looking around, Feng Youde and another hunter under Abu dragged the corpse into the tent. The warm tent was filled with orange light.

In the center of the tent, there was a huge stove. At the corner of the tent, Albion was pressed down by a big man, with a rag stuffed in his mouth, staring at Griffith and the others in horror and anger.

But at this moment, Albion did not attract everyone's attention, and everyone's eyes were focused on a corner of the tent. Feng Youde's eyes shifted, and he couldn't help but let out an exclamation that was suppressed in his throat.

A starving and emaciated man sat slumped in a corner of the tent with disheveled hair and beard, his hands were firmly chained and unable to move.

That's Vidukind, everyone knows that, just like that, Feng Youde almost screamed out, but compared with before, Vidukind's two thighs are empty, nothing exists.

At this moment, Vidukind looked at Abu and the others blankly, and a few seconds later, with his cracked lips, he laughed self-deprecatingly: "Long time no see, Abu."

"You, where's your leg?"

"He found out that I used wine to secretly lure carrier pigeons to send messages." Vidukind shook his thigh, "Then he asked someone to have my leg amputated. Firstly, he wanted to torture me, and secondly, I was lucky enough to survive."

Abu opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound. For some reason, his resentment towards Vidukind has disappeared a lot over the years.

Griffith walked out from behind Abu and squatted in front of Vidukind: "Long time no see, Widukind."

"You planned this, right? Abu doesn't have such a brain." Widukind sat up, glanced at the people in the tent, raised his face as if he was relieved, and pointed to Albion, "Kill him for me, and then kill me."

"Aren't you going to ask me what I want to do?"

"What to do?" Vidukind spread his hands to Griffith, "You just want to use me as a mascot to help you seize power. But Griffith, I have to tell you, maybe their gods do have great power. Saxon has failed, and the Saxons will be reduced to slaves forever. Kill me, and then run, go to Britain, go to Ireland, don't stay here, our cause has failed."

"What if I say not yet?"

Vidukind immediately put on an expression that you are mentally retarded, so I just smiled and said nothing.

"Abu and I came this time under Feng's order."