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

"The Sirisian?" Vidukind narrowed his eyes.

"He's engaged to Gisela."

Vidukind snapped his eyes open.

"He took the son of the King of Franks and promised to all Saxons to abolish the "Saxon Surrender Act" and allow the Saxons to maintain our faith in the countryside. If he can defeat the Vikings this time, it is very likely that he will be the Duke of Saxony. .”

"I request that the Duke of Saxony pass to Gisela's heir," Vidukind cried at once.

Griffith spread his hands: "This is not something I can decide, how about it, what do you think now?"

Chapter 178 Saxony, decide your fate!

Unlike previous encounters, the Viking troops came prepared this time, and they formed a 500-meter long shield wall.

Unlike ordinary Viking warriors who lined up a long line of shield walls when they plundered, Siegfried set up their usual pig-nose formation, that is, a large triangular formation with 4000 people in the center, and a small formation of 1000 people on each side.

At the sharp corners of the triangular formation, stood a dozen Viking Hercules weighing more than 200 kilograms, wearing heavy armor and holding long axes, ready to attack at any time.

"Warriors of Valhalla..."

The roar of the Weser River was in his ears, and Siegfried was full of ambition. He just wanted to say a few words to boost morale, but he heard the tsunami-like shouts of killing from Feng Sen's position opposite.

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

"I don't know how to live or die." Siegfried's face was a little ugly. The speed of these people's gathering was beyond his expectation, and their shamelessness was beyond Siegfried's expectation. It would be too much to send cavalry to harass them.

Although the Vikings often appear as savages, they actually love to be clean and take baths frequently. Although canned excrement and urine do no actual harm, they do have a real blow to morale.

Siegfried didn't know what speed is the most important thing. He only knew that if he wanted to win a fight, he had to take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness. At this time, the enemy was the weakest. To start a fight, the best way is first to sneak attack, and second is to start the war in advance.

Since Feng Sen's army comes and goes like the wind, sneak attacks are impossible, so the only way is to start the war in advance and start the war at the place he has prepared.

But in any case, although Siegfried worked hard on the expedition, Feng Sen's troops were really caught off guard. The number of troops that could be deployed to the front line is estimated to be only about half of the normal ones, and the position of the mound he is on is very good. Although it didn't feel obvious, Feng Sen's army was still attacking.

I have the advantage!Siegfried clenched his fists.

"Warriors from Valhalla, over there is our enemy. Valhalla is open to us, but only the bravest warriors can become heroes. Raise your spears and battle axes, every step you take , thousands of miles of land will become your territory, so I order you, go forward! Take that barracks!"

The cold and strong wind caused Siegfried's words to fly far away.

"Buzzing—"

The low and thick horn sounded, accompanied by the continuous shouting, the strong wind blew the dust kicked up by the Viking warriors, and every time the Viking warriors took a step forward, a puff of smoke rose from their shield wall.

Like the tide, countless spears and battle axes advanced in the silver light. On both sides of the shield wall, thousands of cavalry, led by Ragnaro, rushed towards Feng Sen's line.

"Valhalla——" countless Viking warriors shouted in unison, their eyes widened, revealing the bloodthirsty red threads in their eyes, behind them, the rumble of horseshoes, as if they were Valkyries Anthem!

The sound of rumbling horseshoes mixed with the sound of drums in Feng Sen's army, making it difficult to distinguish between you and me. Looking at the shield wall coming forward like mountains and tsunami, Feng Sen pulled down his visor.

"Fire arrows!"

The tooth-piercing sound of the bowstring twisting is everywhere, not only the sound of the Tang bow being pulled, but also the sound of the bowstring being stepped on the crossbow.

"One hundred steps—" Han Shizhong shouted holding up the horizontal knife, "Don't move!"

In the messy smoke and dust, the Viking team approached step by step, while Feng Sen only had more than 8000 people on the front line, and the remaining 7000 people were still urgently gathering and heading to the front line.

And Feng Sen had only one goal, which was to procrastinate. The Vikings walked for three hours, and they would inevitably have to work hard for an expedition. Although they were inferior in numbers, Feng Sen definitely had the advantage in terms of physical strength, and the rotation and supply of wounded and tired soldiers were also convenient. After all, the battle was fought not far from the gate of the barracks.

"Seventy paces! The archers shoot! The crossbowmen don't move!"

"Thump, thud, thump!" The classic tactics never go out of style. Feathered arrows are like huge waves falling from the sky, and countless black spots are like locust swarms hitting the Vikings head-on.

Blood flowers kept blooming in the advancing formation, but this did not affect their morale at all. When their companions fell down, the Viking warriors and Saxon rebel warriors were not only not afraid, but roared loudly and waved their weapons frantically.

"Yi Congqi! Follow me!" Roaring, Zhang Shicheng waved the saber in his hand, and took the lead to charge forward. On both sides of Feng Sen's zigzag formation, amidst the neighing of the horses, the cavalry team turned into a rushing mudslide. Frantically rushing forward.

Correspondingly, the thousand cavalry of the Vikings also divided into two groups and charged towards Zhang Shicheng.

On the left flank of the formation, following Theodoric, Pepin's blood seemed to be on fire, and he nodded to Theodoric. In the next second, hundreds of Frankish cavalry, led by Theodoric and Pepin, also charged forward.

"Heavenly Father bless us!"

Theodoric shouted frantically, and beside him, a blushing Pepin also shouted at the soldiers beside him: "I, the son of King Charles of the Franks, Pepin promises you that I have personally witnessed the military exploits you have made here, and I remember the names of each of you! Your bravery will be rewarded fairly! Go!"

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the rolling river slapped on the bank, as if accompaniment to the earth-shattering footsteps. The dark Tang army and the bright Viking army, in the countless rolled up dust, became two tides sweeping from the sky, about to collide.

Tension and fear, as the two armies approached and the cavalrymen on both wings kept falling, the rain of arrows and javelins continued to fly over the formation of the two armies.

Sparks and crushed stones, flying flags, blood-stained swords, under the white sky, the cavalry's confrontation seemed to be stained with blood, and the confrontation between the two cavalry seemed to be like two swords stabbing each other.

These people who fell to the ground had no way to survive, as soon as they landed, their bones were broken, and then the hooves of thousands of horses rushed up and trampled on them, leaving only a puddle of unrecognizable shape.

"Dang!" The iron bone in Pepin's hand slammed heavily on the forehead of a Viking cavalry who fell to the ground, making a clear and loud noise.

War is a big melting pot, and death makes people fearful and fearless. The once humble and cowardly Pepin is now like a demon, with splashed brains and blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, but he is still fighting fiercely.

As it got closer, countless spears were erected, and the arrows were still falling like a tide.

"Modao team!" Han Shizhong held the huge Modao and roared hoarsely, "Come forward!"

The Saxon righteous soldiers skillfully picked up the square shields and protected the pikemen on both sides of the front row, while the battle front team carefully selected by Feng Sen picked up the battle axes and came to the Jingnan Army infantry. rear.

"Valhalla!"

"Wan Sheng!"

After roaring in unison, the two sides finally fought!

Chapter 179 Saxony, decide your fate! 4

From a bird's-eye view from the sky, Feng Sen's army is still in the previous oblique formation. He knows nothing but an oblique formation, so the first line of battle is on the left side, at the junction of the pig's face and the pig's nose in the pig's nose formation.

Two hundred Jingnan army infantry wearing scale armor and chain armor and double-layer heavy armor stood at the front line of the battle. Since coming here, the chances of infantry fighting have been reduced a lot, but the craftsmanship of the Jingnan army infantry has not been forgotten.

Staring at the ferocious and ugly face of the Vikings directly opposite, the infantrymen of the Jingnan Army hung the crossbow arrows behind their waists, and held the long Mo Dao in their right hands.

Behind them are more than 200 Zhanfeng teams from various ethnic groups. These Zhanfeng teams are all warriors selected by Feng Sen from among the best warriors. They hold tomahawks and stand staggered with the Modao team.

On both sides of these elite troops were ordinary soldiers from Saxon Frank, who held spears and round shields and advanced step by step.

After ten steps, the expressions on the faces of the infantrymen of the Jingnan Army became more and more solemn, and their voices became quieter and quieter. Any emotions or fears were firmly suppressed under their pockets. Correspondingly, the Viking army on the opposite side was roaring loudly.

"Valhalla!"

"Odin!"

"Sol!"

After five steps, the pawns slowed down, squinted left and right, and constantly adjusted their positions. In the gaps in the queue, the teams and school officials at all levels shouted loudly, controlling the speed of the formation.

Closer, closer, soon, soon...

Engage!

"Jingnan Army!" Raising the Mo Dao in his hand, a beast-like roar echoed in the sky and earth. It's hard to imagine that it was shouted by a gray-haired veteran who was nearly fifty years old.

"Wan Sheng! Wan Sheng!" The orderly and oppressive roar almost suppressed the chaotic roar of the opposite Vikings at this moment.

The veins in his hands were bulging, and the bulging muscles almost tore apart the armor on his body. Han Shizhong's pupils constricted, he held the Mo Dao high, his eyes widened, and he let out a deafening roar like a hungry tiger descending the mountain.

Amidst this inhuman roar, even the faces of the Vikings on the opposite side could not help showing a bit of fear. They raised their shields, and from the gaps in the shields, countless short spears protruded out like poisonous snakes.

"Wan Sheng!" The two hundred Mo Dao formed a long wall of silver light and pushed forward crazily. Han Shizhong's eyes widened and he took the lead. The heavy Mo Dao slashed at the Viking in front of him.

"Hey!" The heavy Mo Dao broke through the stagnant air, and there was a loud bang, and a banshee-like scream surged up. It was the Valkyries in the sky crying for the Viking warriors.

The Viking facing Han Shizhong was very unfamiliar with the shield in his hand at the moment. The one-meter-long broadsword crashed down with a cracking sound that only a whip could draw.

The sharp Mo Dao fell from the sky, and the shield that used to be the sharp weapon of the Vikings was so vulnerable at the moment. Sawdust flew across, and the shining edge was like the sharp teeth of a beast, piercing through his fir shield, which was only eight millimeters thick.

The solid iron helmet failed to resist the sharp Mo Dao, and the bright red blood streaked across both sides of the blade like thick mercury, splashing yellow, white, and green together.

When Han Shizhong withdrew the Mo Dao, a Viking warrior with half a shield in his hand and only half of his head fell limply to the ground.

Although the other Mo Dao players are not as strong as Han Shizhong in martial arts, most of them can't cleave with people and shields, but with the blessing of the trait [Toughness], their martial arts and endurance have reached the peak of their lives. Not only can all members use Mo Dao, but the results are also quite good.

Facing the first-line Viking warriors of the Modao team, countless broken arms and legs with shields and weapons flew out almost at the moment when the Great Wall of Silver Light fell.

How can flesh and blood and wooden shields withstand such heavy armor and heavy blades? Looking at the fallen Viking warriors in the front row, even with the support of Valhalla's morale, their hairs stand on end .

"Zhanfeng team! Step forward!" Han Shizhong shouted to the Zhanfeng team with his beard and hair stretched out.

The most elite fighters from the Eight Banners immediately rushed forward from the gap in the Modao team's formation with their tomahawks in hand, and rushed into the open-doored formation of the Vikings. At the moment of contact, countless blood mist exploded like fireworks.

The screams and howls of the wounded soldiers fell to the ground did not last long, and their throats were cut off under the heavy blow of the battle axe. Between the lines of the two armies, heads, stumps and broken arms rolled around, and crowds surged.

Just when the leaders of the battle group were frantically resisting the battle front again and trying to reorganize the shield wall front again, there was a hoarse roar followed by a burst of throwing axes falling at the same time.

"Team Modao! Step forward!" Then, another Great Wall of silver light was chopped off.

The leader of the battle group who finally stabilized his position could only continue to mobilize the rear lines on both sides to fill in the gap with a livid face. Although the Eight Banners and rebel soldiers who resisted the line also used shield wall tactics, they also had gaps under the constant movement of troops on the opposite side.

Most of these jumping soldiers are under 20 years old and short in stature. Holding short knives and rattan shields, they rushed towards the enemy's line while rolling, and slashed the short knives at the exposed toes of the Vikings sinisterly and viciously between the closing of the shield wall.

During the constant movement, the pig nose formation on the left began to retreat continuously, but this was only a corner of the battlefield. Because the elite troops were concentrated on the left side, they were able to defeat the enemy. On the center and the right side, the Eight Banners and the rebels were struggling to support the Vikings' attack.

The spears pushed and the shields collided. Due to the inferior number of people, the Chinese army kept retreating. The battle between the two sides gradually developed from a north-south confrontation to an east-west confrontation. The right-wing army was already in a precarious state because of the lack of timely support, and there were even deserters. !

A North Banner with two holes pierced in his abdomen held a hatchet in his right hand, covered his abdomen with his left hand to prevent his intestines from leaking out, and was still rushing forward.

Roaring, he kicked at the shield with only half of it left, and kicked the unsteady Viking warrior down. The next second, his companion's short spear pierced through the rebel's neck like a poisonous snake.

Before the two were excited for a while, a javelin flew accurately from the back of the formation and passed through his neck. The remaining North man was unable to support himself, and was soon hacked to death by random axes. The extremely tragic battlefield could not stop the right-wing army from retreating steadily.

But at this time, the fronts of the two sides have been bitten together like a dog's teeth, and they can't retreat even if they want to retreat.

These people are not the well-trained Jingnan Army. At this point, they no longer talk about any tactics. Reinforcements from the rear are constantly replenished, and the positions in the front are constantly sunken. The battlefield is a cauldron. With a warm crowd.

There were weird screams and cries, and swords danced wildly among the crowd. No one could keep calm in the face of the threat of death. The hysterical and deformed slashing was a churning paste, and it seemed that it was going to be completely chaotic. The strange horn sound interrupted this process.

As far as the bannermen of the Eight Banners could see, first there was a cloud of dust like a yellow dragon, horseshoes like thunder, spears like forests, and wings flying like flying. Under the leadership of [-] horsemen in horse armor, Pepin roared loudly: "The commander-in-chief sent an order, the right wing retreats and regroups, I will break the rear!"

Amidst the heavy bang, the dusty yellow dragon rushed straight into the right-wing line.

Chapter 1 Eighty Saxony, decide your destiny! 5

If you want to be the enemy of all people, what is the most important thing?In Pepin's view, the most important thing is to make your subordinates obedient and trust you, otherwise no matter how good your orders and tactics are, they will not be able to execute them.

So how to make subordinates obedient?Your own prince?Although it is useful, in fact, everyone seems to be obedient because of Charlie's face, and his name "Pipin" has been bestowed on the Italian Pepin. When faced with a choice between life and death, they really Will you follow yourself?

Pepin was skeptical.

After the Battle of Setenkaner River, he kept thinking, why Feng Sen's subordinates were willing to follow him wholeheartedly?

After observing in Pepin for a long time, they discovered a fact. They listened to Feng Sen not only because Feng Sen could run a hundred miles in heavy armor and wield a sword weighing thirty to forty pounds, but because Feng Sen could lead them to victory.

In every battle, Feng Sen never sits behind and directs, but takes the lead. In the sentence of leading to victory, leadership and victory are equally important.

Therefore, he must take the lead, even if he is not good at martial arts, even if he is born with a disability, even if he is so afraid that he wants to pee his pants, he must be in front of everyone.

At this moment, Pepin somewhat understood his father's disappointment in him.

Squinting his eyes, Pepin held the iron bone flower in his hand and looked straight ahead, as if Charlie's back appeared in front of his eyes.

Hurry, go faster, and sat down on the Dawan green horse in horse armor with his feet intertwined. Pepin's blood was burning, and the corners of his round eyes under the armor were almost cracked.

Fear, there is no need to be afraid, you must be on the front line, and everyone must see that the hunchbacked Pepin is the most valiant Carolinian, the Carolinian who can lead to victory!

Among the yellow dragons rolled up by smoke and dust, Pepin ignored the danger brought by continued acceleration, but was still charging forward. In his eyes, the figure of his father had long been left behind. At this moment, he was no longer Prince Pepin, but It was Pepin the hunchback, just Pepin.

I don't need someone else to name it for me!Out of hearing, Pepin roared silently, I'm going to overtake Charlie!

"kill--"

The yellow dragon rolled up by the smoke seemed to let out a roar, and instantly crashed into the army formation on the right wing. The chaotic army formation caused by the chaotic battle was instantly knocked away by the leading [-] iron Buddha knights.

The [-] Frankish wing cavalry took the leading [-] Iron Buddha knights as arrows, like a high-speed train, broke into the loose formation of the right-wing army. Looking down from the sky, countless Viking soldiers directly flew up under the impact, and even volleyed for three or four seconds before landing.

When a group of armored cavalry rushed forward with smoke and dust, the armored horse heads looked like hideous monsters!

The thunder of trampling iron hooves, the sound of blood splattering, and the screams and screams from time to time, the Vikings were not fools. Under the impact, they kept giving way. Moses split the sea and let Pepin cross the entire formation.

In fact, due to his inexperience in martial arts, the iron bone in Pepin's hand did not hit anyone, but when he led the hussars through the slanting stabs and pierced the enemy's formation, nothing seemed to have changed, and everything seemed to have changed.

When Pepin turned right on his horse, no one continued to follow Theodoric, but subconsciously followed Pepin to turn in the other direction and followed him closely.

It has to be said that Pepin's attack this time was considered a success. Although hundreds of his own soldiers were left in the enemy's position, there were still more than 1000 rear troops who could retreat and join the reinforcements filled in the rear.

On the cold and humid wilderness in winter, white broken bones and warm red blood were sprinkled all over the ground. The left-wing army kept advancing, while the right-wing army and the central army kept retreating.