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

Ordinary fubing infantry are similar in weaponry to the bannermen, at most they have a higher rate of armor, but they don't use crossbows but bows, and they basically use long spears instead of spears, and they also have shields.

As far as these three infantry configurations are concerned, the logistics investment of water bags, food bags, and drums and gongs is not considered.

The average annual investment of 500 solida only extended this configuration to about half of all the flag Ding Jiaya soldiers, that is to say, there are almost fifty or sixty teams with about [-] people in this configuration.

Basically all the tooth soldiers have this configuration, about 500 of the government soldiers have this configuration, and 1000 of the bannermen have this configuration.

If all of them have to be imported, according to the current configuration, let alone [-] solids, [-], or [-] solids may not be able to survive.

Saxony currently has a full range of industries, including iron ore in Salzgitter for iron smelting, leather armor with a large amount of raw hides and beeswax collected from Pomerania and Scandinavia in West Britain, and woolen clothes such as quilts.

But the price is that Feng Sen spends all his money every year. On the Jewish side, in addition to repaying the principal, he still has [-] in interest, but he doesn't plan to pay it. He has his own method to make the Jewish people forgive their debts willingly.

Among these military supplies, iron is estimated to be in greatest demand.

If it wasn't for the development of the iron mines in Salzgitter, coupled with Feng Sen's advanced method of using coal to make iron, otherwise such a demand for steel would not be able to be solved by Solidar.

"How is the output of the Salzgitter mine this year?"

"Annual production of [-] tons of iron ore."

"What about the productivity rate?"

"Each ton of iron ore can produce about [-] catties of iron."

"That is, it can produce almost [-] catties of iron every year."

Feng Sen did some calculations and found that all the [-] catties were used to make Tang-style armors, which would make about [-] pairs, but only [-] catties could be used as military supplies at most, and all of these [-] catties could not be used to make armors. They had to be divided into various weapons, chain mail, and tools. The actual output of armors per year was only [-] to [-] pairs.

This corresponds to Feng Sen's annual output of [-] sets of armor.

But in the final analysis, a team with an armor rate of four to six achievements is almost the same, which is equivalent to being able to arm 500 to [-] people every year, and can also take out some to supplement the damaged armor.

Metallurgical Feng Sen, identified as - good iron.

The increase in iron production also brought an unexpected improvement to Saxony's agriculture. Feng Sen turned over the fence and came to the large field next to the horse farm.

This is newly reclaimed land. We have just planted a crop of soybeans this year, and in winter we have planted straw and manure. Next year, we can try to plant a phase of wheat to see how the soil is. If it is good, we will continue to cycle soybeans, wheat, soybeans, and wheat.

If the effect is not good, it is necessary to fallow and plant fertile land plants such as alfalfa. After one year of cultivation and one year of cultivation, the soil fertility will gradually increase. In the future, it may be one year of cultivation and two years of planting.

For a new land like this, about [-] acres of wasteland have been reclaimed in various parts of Saxony this year.

As for Feng Sen himself, he has a farm of [-] acres in Eupolite, and two estates of [-] acres in Thuringia donated by Duke Hedwin.

At present, the total number of acres of land that Feng Sen can control has reached about 80 acres, and about 20 acres of land can be fully collected.

The number of acres of wasteland has increased, but the number of new land is mostly, and the average yield per mu should have decreased, but thanks to the popularity of iron farm tools, the average yield per mu has remained at about [-] pounds.

After deducting the messy expenses and losses, the Saxon shogunate collected a total of 2000 million catties of grain this year.

The output of this grain is not the total output, but the net income after deducting costs and losses.

Ideally, 2000 million catties of grain would be enough to feed an army of 8 people for three months.

However, the 2000 million catties of grain are to be used as salaries for petty officials, government soldiers, and dental soldiers, and also as rations for the current construction projects. Part of it will be exchanged for money and deposited in the Changping warehouse, and another part will be used as food and wages for expeditions. The final bulk will also be used to fill the famine in Saxony.

When it was in Feng Sen's hands, there were only wheat husks left.

Originally, this year's grain was a rare positive income, but now it is all gone.

Made, damn Vileti, Feng Sen spat bitterly, King Dragovit of Vileti, right?

When the time comes, I will come to meet you on the battlefield. I will smash your helmet all over the floor, and I must slap you in the face. You just wait for me, Dragovit!

3 Chapter [-] The Feng family may lose power, but it will never change

The wind in autumn is getting colder and colder, but it is not so cold that it snows, basically around four or five degrees.

Although the weather in Hamburg has always been gloomy, but fortunately it is not too cold in winter and not too hot in summer, but at this moment, Feng Sen is as anxious as if he is in a dog day, sweating profusely.

Outside the delivery room, Feng Sen paced back and forth, sat down for a while, but when his butt touched the bench, he stood up again like an electric shock.

The cries of pain in the delivery room became louder and louder, while Feng Sen was trembling with his legs, and was about to kick the door in. Until a loud cry sounded, he was relieved and sat slowly on the chair by the door.

The wooden door opened amidst the sound of footsteps and creaks, Feng Sen stood up abruptly: "What's the matter?"

"Successful birth, your crooked things are useless, mother and daughter are safe." Aunt Zhu walked out of the room: "Sen'er, you go into the room and have a look, she is a beautiful little girl."

Before Aunt Zhu could finish speaking, Feng Sen took out his dexterous posture of avoiding arrows on the battlefield, and rushed into the delivery room with a "whoosh".

Aunt Zhu was taken aback for a moment, then she laughed and said, "Like a big black mouse." Then she also entered the room.

In the warm delivery room, Kang Dezhen opened a small slit in the window to let the room ventilate. Feng Sen stood at the door, but felt a little nervous. It was the first time he became a father in two lifetimes.

"What are you doing in a daze? Go in." Aunt Zhu poked her head out from the side and said.

After coughing, Feng Sen stepped into the room, which was filled with the smell of alcohol, blood and strange milk.

On the big soft bed made of animal skins and wool, Gisela leaned on the bed, her blond hair had been soaked in sweat and glued together in strands, and her bright lips looked pale and gray. The pupils also look a little tired.

Gisela is still in good spirits, holding a small human in her arms, humming a lullaby softly while feeding.

Feng Sen walked slowly to the bed, first kissed Gisela's lips, and then turned his attention to that pink little person.

There was a thin layer of hair on her head, she was plump all over, and her eyes were slightly narrowed, as if she was half asleep.

"Officer, come and see our child." Gisela's voice was a little hoarse, she gently rocked the child in her arms, and even had the strength to hum a lullaby.

Feng Sen gently brushed the little man's fat face with his index finger, and there was a feeling of blood connection. This was his eldest daughter, his first heir in this world.

"Officer, give her a name."

Feng Sen stroked the eldest daughter's soft hair with his fingertips: "She was born in winter, and I have to go out in winter. Even though there is no snow in winter, this time I go out to fight for revenge and shame. Let's call her...Feng Jingxue."

A few days later, the port outside Hamburg.

It used to be a bustling port, but today it looks a bit empty, and the idlers should be dispersed, leaving only an empty square.

At the four corners of the square, four flaming torches light up the yet-to-come dawn.

At the port, countless large and small ships and rafts have already moored. Merchants from the West British Company, Frankish merchants, Scandinavian armed merchants, Jewish merchants, and even Venetian merchants are waiting on the shore for Feng Sen's appearance.

Amidst the sound of horns and drums, one thousand tooth soldiers and five hundred government soldiers walked in from the port square in neat steps, and every time their footsteps landed, there was a crisp and piercing sound of metal friction.

They either wore black armor, carried longbows on their backs, and hung horizontal knives around their waists. Under the tall helmets, half of their faces were hidden in the darkness, but they could still see the bloodthirsty light.

The tall horses snorted impatiently, but they also lined up quietly, their gnarled muscles were like a lion and beast.

Rulin's spear looked so bright in the dim light of the sky, and the huge long knife was hung on the body of the ragged horse or donkey, and it made a crisp sound when it collided.

The dark black Liuhe oolong boots shook the dust on the ground into the air. When the footsteps became heavier and louder, the businessmen watching on the side could even see the stones on the ground being jumped up and down.

There is obviously no wind, but the grass and leaves beside the square are still trembling in the neat footsteps.

With the sound of horns, the sound of footsteps and the sound of drums, many merchants and even the chiefs of nearby tribes who watched the excitement began to tremble unconsciously, as if this powerful army was rushing towards them.

"end!"

A call sign sounded, the sound of horns and gongs and drums changed instantly, and countless "stop" sounded following the first sound, and the next second, really just a second, those dusty and noisy voices stopped suddenly.

The dawn by the river was as quiet as if everything just had never happened. In such silence, even the sound of a local businessman swallowing his saliva could be heard clearly, not to mention the sound of Feng Sen's horse's hooves and his footsteps when he stepped onto the high platform.

Taking out the tin horn, Feng Sen cleared his throat.

"You guys have heard it even if you think about it. Two months ago, the northern barbarians had two tribes, Vileti and Sobu, who plundered my subjects, destroyed my fertile fields, and enslaved my comrades.

What's more, three years ago, the same two groups first plundered my Mabao and then my countrymen. If it weren't for His Royal Highness Wade, Ou Bo Lite might have cut off his clan.

Husband Spring and Autumn, the hatred of the ninth generation, Xiaoya values ​​the righteousness of the clan and the state, let alone the Han descendants?

Besides, the second part of Villetti and Sorbo is inhuman!Insulting heaven and earth, rebelling against morality and propriety, what is the reason for survival?

I, Feng Sen, I am the governor of the Jingnan Army, the Duke of Saxony, and a former scholar (court poet). I feel the virtues of heaven and earth, and I am ordered by the heavenly father to send out five thousand troops. Although the power is weak, there is still reward. God, the righteousness of serving the country, serving the people, and serving friends!

Today, the three leaders of Saxony, Opportunity, and Southern Denmark are advancing side by side, coordinating their momentum, raising their might, and rejuvenating the country! "

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!!"

"Wan Sheng!!!"

The deafening roar was mixed with the sound of the weapon's long handle hitting the ground, creating the effect of a storm. Countless birds flew up from the nearby woods in panic, uttered unexplained calls, and left in a hurry.

The merchants on the side were also pale, and even the Viking armed merchants looked much more honest.

After the soldiers below were quiet, Feng Sen continued to pick up the iron horn:

"Whoever gets the head of Dragovit will reward you with five thousand Solidars and five ranks of Ce Xun."

"Whoever is the first to enter the battle and capture the flag will be rewarded with [-] Solidars, and the reward will be rewarded twice."

"Where the Ce Xun ranks four, he will be named Xiaoqiwei, and he will be given [-] acres of land. If the Ce Xun has been promoted five times, he will be granted the title of Duqiwei, and he will be given [-] acres of land. "

"This policy order is valid forever!"

"My Feng family may lose its title, but it will never deteriorate!"

Chapter 341 Bijiao Feng Sen Has Back and forth! 4K Chapters

"Milosh, do I love you!"

A stocky man with his beard tied into thick braids swung his beard over his shoulders and strode into the tribal hall. As soon as he entered the door, he yelled at a young Veleti.

"Milosh, you (TM) are a small tribal leader, and there are not many cows in the tribe. How dare you make us look ashamed?!"

"Mateusch, it's done!" Dragovit, who was sitting on the throne, yelled, "This is the end, and you still can't see it? Anthony, Duke of Saxony, wanted to do something to us a long time ago, and Milosh just happened to bump into it."

"Yes." On another chair on Dragovit's left, a gray-haired old warlock stood up and let Mateusz's thick beard fall from his shoulders, "During this time, we I tried to send envoys to communicate, but before I got close, I was shot dead by the soldiers on the pass, and I didn’t give any chance to talk, that’s what I mean by wanting to start a war.”

With a muffled snort, Mateusz glared at the bruised and swollen Milosh: "Get out, this is not a place for you to stay!"

Milosh glanced at Dragovit sitting on the throne, and saw that he was still resting with his eyes closed, so he could only walk out of the tribal hall through the small door dejectedly.

It was he who was obsessed with ghosts, drank too much beer from Hamburg, and led a group of people to plunder Magdeburg.

He originally thought that Feng Sen would be cautious, because it was fine if he couldn't tell the difference, and even if he wanted to start a war with one of them, there was still a [-]% chance.

But he didn't expect that Feng Sen actually beat up the Sorbs and the Villettis, and the little partner who robbed with him at the beginning sold him out under heavy pressure. As a result, he can't even enter the War Council now, which is completely dead.

Mateusch spat in the direction he was leaving, found a chair in the hall and sat down, staring at everyone unkindly with his wide-eyed bull's eyes.

"Have all the chiefs of the tribe arrived?"

The white-haired old magician stood up, looked around, counted the heads, and said, "95 tribes, almost all of them have arrived. Even if they didn't come, they also found agents from neighboring tribes, and people from the five major tribes also came."

The so-called five major tribes are the five main tribes that make up Villetti.

Tribal monarchy is characteristic of North Deslavs and has to be savored.

Eupolite is a tribal confederative monarchy of several tribes, as are the Veleti.

In Villetti there are five great tribes, the Kissini of the lower Valno and Rostock, the Chelspania near the Trebel and Pene rivers, the Terrans east and south of the Pene along the Torrens, the Radari near the Torense Lake, and of course the Brenna of Dragovet himself.

The reason why the Slavs in North Germany formed such a political ecology is largely related to their geographical location and cultural traditions.

In North Germany, woods and swamps occupy large tracts of habitable land.

The living areas of the Slavic tribes are often surrounded by rivers and fortresses, separated by large tracts of woodland and swamps, so the population is relatively concentrated. If this area does not have the climate like Southeast Asia, I am afraid that the Mandala system will emerge.

"Okay, let's start the discussion."

The war council is a tradition of the Villetti people. Whenever it is necessary to send troops to battle, people from various tribes gather together to decide how many troops to send and how to deal with the war.

"Everyone should know that the Duke of Saxony has started to mobilize his troops a few days ago. I am afraid that in the next three to five days, he will officially start a war against us. They have led the soldiers of Eupolit, Southern Denmark and Saxony, claiming to be 5."

"Huh, Anthony, Duke of Saxony, tell him to come and go!" Kovalov, the chief of the Radari tribe, said with a cold snort.

"it is good!"

"well said!"

"As expected of Chief Kovalov, great job!"

A group of small heads of the Radari tribe immediately applauded Kovalov.

"Your Radari tribe does not border any of these three tribes, and you hide behind the Brenner tribe. Of course you can say that, and you have nothing to lose." The chief of the Kissini tribe, Miroslav, said eccentrically. "My Kissi can reach the border of Oppolit in two days by horseback. Of course, you are not in a hurry."

Kovalov spared his words like gold: "I didn't rob Eupolit."

"You just hate that you entered the arena late and didn't get much spoils!"

"joke."