I gave him a fierce look: "Hurry up and stop me, my reputation is ruined, this title has actually reached your ears, how can I mix in Germany in the future!" ”

"Don't pretend to be pitiful, you kid met His Majesty the Emperor in Berlin, and was rewarded as a hereditary baron of Germany, and the territory was transferred to a large piece of land by the Maas River, so embarrassed to say that you are miserable in front of me, a poor ghost, it is true!"

"You still envy me? Brother, I almost couldn't come back to Berlin, that new mining area is not a long fart at all, a large area of barren meadows, and this time I was asked to equip five soldiers, and I was almost poor and vomited blood! ”

"Tell me, what's going on?" Zareth became interested, pulled me to sit down in front of a field beer hall, and politely invited me to a beer, even though I paid for it afterwards.

"Those lords and His Majesty the Emperor, as well as His Majesty the Pope, fought openly and secretly, and my little man was almost used as a gunman." I took a cautious sip, and the black beer of unknown impurities flew up and down, and it tasted worse than horse urine.

"When His Majesty the Emperor was first crowned, the German dukes sided with Henry the Brawler, while preventing His Majesty's mother, Empress Theofano, from obtaining his guardianship and custody, and from that time His Majesty was already dissatisfied with the Great Lords, but later the oath of allegiance of the four dukes ended the civil war in the German Empire and finally enabled His Majesty to ascend to the throne." Zareth said to me.

"So I ran back, where we are just a little person, it is better to go home and be a rich man, eat and sleep when you want, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and you are free."

I gouged out my ears and yawned: "Has His Majesty the Emperor arrived?" When will we march towards the Elbe? ”

Zareth raised his neck and drank all the dark beer in the wooden wine glass, then unceremoniously snatched my wine glass, took a big sip and said: "His Majesty the Emperor is still at the court of Magdeburg, and now it is under the command of Conrad I, the Grand Duke of Swabia, the assembly of the army may be a few days, and the grain and grass collected from all over the empire have not yet been put in place, and the war is still far away. It's time to hurry up and revel before the war. ”

I looked depressedly at the knights and junior soldiers who came and went in front of me, their faces full of carnival indulgence and deep longing for the coming war.

Zareth also gulped my beer nonchalantly, and talked loudly to a knight from Bavaria beside him, talking about a famous gypsy in the camp*** Both of them claimed to have possessed the woman's first night, and they fought each other, blushing and scolding each other.

These people are all ruthless characters who tie their heads to their belts and play with their lives, and the military life of fighting and killing is a killing party and a party for them to share the spoils, and by the way, they enjoy the different tenderness of foreign women, and their small lives are very nourishing.

And for me, this is a death journey for my own life, I am not skilled in martial arts, maybe I will die on the battlefield without swords and eyes if I am not careful, the bull has been incorporated into the infantry camp that fights alone, and Zareth may not be able to protect me thoroughly, and now I can only rely on myself if I want to live.

So who do I rely on? I can only rely on the blessing of the god of crossing who will not treat me badly.

I haven't seen the heroine appear yet! Don't let me die so casually.

On the third day of our arrival, His Majesty the Emperor finally led his court to the assembly camp.

His guard, made up of Norman mercenaries, was the first to enter the barracks.

More than 80 years have passed since their leader, Rollo, was sealed off by the Frankish king Charles III the Fool in 911 A.D. in the Treaty of Saint-Clair sur-Epgt, in the area of Normandy at the mouth of the Seine.

Today's Normans are all natives of Normandy, but the flame of conquest inherited from the great ancestor is still not extinguished, and the desire for wealth and new land has stimulated groups of Normans to take up arms and use Normandy as a base to start their new conquest of Europe.

The Duke of Normandy was a vassal of the King of France, but these rebellious Norsemen were not willing to bow down to Paris, and they were ambitious to turn their greedy eyes to Brittany and Flanders, and to all the weak fertile lands of the lords.

The German Emperor did not want a unified and powerful neighbor on his couch, and it was in Germany's best interest to divide France, so His Majesty Otto had reached an understanding with the Duke of Normandy before entering Italy and concentrating on expanding the empire in the south.

The German Empire acquiesced to the Normans and extended its influence into the Low Countries of Flanders, and the Normans were hired as the Emperor's personal guards, while taking on the task of distracting the French royal family, leaving France unable to begin unification and continue the current state of war.

These Norman knights, who are said to have become the most brave warriors in all of Europe, are equipped with chain armor that covers their whole body, and even their horses are also covered with thick chain armor, these heavy knights are like a moving mountain once they run, and even the longbow within two hundred paces can not do them much damage, and all the enemy soldiers can do is pray that God will make their weapons sharper and not let themselves die too painfully.

I looked enviously at the Normandy hoplites in front of me, who were swaggering through the camp of our ragged native German knights, and I wanted to see a lump of moving money-burning machines:

"Tsk, it's really a medieval heavy tank, rampage on the battlefield, but it's not easy to equip them, enough to ruin a richest country."

For this kind of medieval weapon of mass destruction, all I can do is swallow saliva from afar, and when I dream, I will be like a hip-length short skirt beauty seen on the street, just turn off the lights and think about it, I can't ride my sister in the hot reality......

His Majesty the Emperor's royal car, surrounded by a group of gorgeously dressed attendants, slowly drove into the camp.

Emperor Otto rode on a pure white steed, dressed in elaborate chain mail and covered with a silk coat embroidered with the royal coat of arms, and the soldiers on both sides of the road bowed in a spectacular sight.