The army took the little village without much trouble, killed a lot of people, and didn't bother to pursue the escapees.

Compared with the stretches of wooden houses in front of you, the ruins of buildings surrounded by dense bushes not far away, those gray-white broken walls and the snow-white marble columns mixed in them, attracted the soldiers' attention very much.

The Bavarian guide Omlad had already changed into a Ross robe, and at this moment he changed into a Norman act.

Standing beside the fat black fox, he pointed at the ruins with a broad-edged sword and panted, "It used to be a huge palace where the emperor of Rome lived."

"Is there still treasure?" The black fox was full of interest.

"There shouldn't be any. If there was, it would have been scoured by the people here."

"At least...I gotta go and see. Haha, the second dilapidated palace in Rome."

Kangze's palace is located in a relatively remote place. It is located at the confluence of the Saar River and the Moselle River. The palace can be built here to enjoy the beautiful scenery. It is also because of his remoteness. After the fall of Western Rome, Frank recreated a brand new "Roman Empire" on its ruins. Some old palaces were restored, and more were abandoned.

Some stones from the ruins of Kangze were directly transported to the city of Trier not far away. The Frankish king revived the city. As one of the costs, Kangze was submerged in history by bushes and trees.

In order to see the true content of the ruins of the palace, the black fox had to climb a low mound.

Standing on a high place and facing the warm wind blowing, he held on to the gray and white stone with pits and holes. The sun was shining brightly, and an inexplicable sense of loss came to his heart.

More soldiers tapped their axes boredly, as if hoping to break open the stone wall and take out the gold that had been hidden for an unknown number of years from the cracks.

Everything was in vain, people began to feel bored, and spontaneously returned to the landing beach under the hillside one after another.

"It's boring, there are really only stones in this place." The squinting black fox complained left and right, he needed some advice from Ohmlet.

"It's true that there are only stones, but this place stands high and can be seen far away. Look over there!"

Ohmlet grabbed a branch and pointed to the southeast, where there were still rolling mounds. The black fox narrowed his eyes and was delighted to see a rather obvious pointed building with a very obvious cross inserted on it.

"A monastery?"

"It's the monastery. You... don't you just like to loot the monastery."

"How? Could it be..." Heihu gave the drunk guy a white look: "Could it be that you suggest that we show mercy?"

"I dare not. You are all devils, and I have sold my soul to the devil."

"You mean you plan to do it with us? Hehe, I suggest you personally behead a priest to prove that you are really from Ross."

"Only this... I can't do it. I advise you not to do it, Paul. As a baron, you have to pay attention to the influence in the future." Omlet said a few words for the sake of giving the wine, seeing this Paul The black fox was impatient, and hurriedly explained the business: "That monastery is the minor monastery of Ermina, which belongs to the Archbishop of Trier. In my opinion, you burned down the cathedral of Trier twice, and it is not bad to destroy another one." Chapel."

"The burning and destruction is Ludwig's request." The black fox shrugged: "We people never cared, and now the king doesn't care either. If Frank's God wants to punish him, Ludwig can't run away."

"Ouch, that's not what I meant."

"what is that?"

"Don't you want to drink?" Omlet continued to point: "Nassau is rich in wine, and it's exactly the same here. I dare say that there must be a lot of wine in the warehouse of that monastery."

When it came to wine, the old and the young, the fat and the thin, looked at each other stupidly and laughed wildly slowly.

"I thought you'd say there's cider out there. We northerners haven't had it yet, but wine's been drinking every day now."

"Who's going to complain about too much wine? This place isn't really Thrall's yet, and there's no cider, of course. We'll have it in a few days, though."

The targeted town is called (now s) in today's era, and the entire town exists around the Yinermina Priory, and the greatest significance of its existence is to provide "holy blood" to the city of Trier, That is, wine of good quality.

The next day, the black fox ordered the army to exile the prisoners, which surprised the soldiers. In fact, he also listened to some of Omlet's rhetoric, saying that since looting is the main purpose, killing is dispensable.

In one thought, he relaxed his wrist, but when the fleet left, Kang Ze's village was deliberately set ablaze.

The smoke and dust undoubtedly alerted the towns not far away, but the people who fled yesterday had already informed the locals that the Normans were coming by boat.

The priest of the monastery obtained the letter from the Archbishop of Trier, so it can be said that he was very clear about the Norman looting incident last year, what kind of ships the attackers would have, and the methods they would use.

Thinking that it was a group of devils that existed like Satan, the whole town panicked and evacuated under the organization of the local church that night.

They were afraid that the Normans would attack at night, and felt that the terrifying ships could land on the beach at any time. Panicked people fled with their families and only a few essential items, including priests, and the sacristy keeper carried a large sack containing only the important gilded sacristy and even a wooden barrel containing holy oil.

They did not evacuate along the river, and the whole town went straight to the nearby dense forest to wait for the end of the disaster.

For this reason, the abbey left behind a large number of oak barrels that filled the entire small warehouse, all the barrels were bound by iron rings, but they were full of fine wines that were still slowly fermenting and were scheduled to arrive in Trier in the autumn.

Black Fox's Ross fleet landed without any resistance, and of course they didn't see any living people.

This made the soldiers who were going to fight very regretful, and everyone was yelling at the locals as cowards who would only run away.

The soldiers couldn't help being paralyzed, and they immediately started searching. Hundreds of soldiers scrambled to the monastery. Seeing that the gold and silver wares had been moved to the empty preaching hall, they vented their anger on the rows of benches and smashed them with axes. .

However, in the wooden house not far away, the soldiers holding the barrels and throwing them out burst into inspiring roars.

"Wine! Brothers, come and drink!"

The soldier holding the wooden barrel with both hands unloaded it, and more than 30 people were quickly attracted to watch. A brawny man smashed the barrel violently with a big ax in his hand. He was so excited that when he struck down with the axe, the purple wine was left behind with the intoxicating aroma of grapes. If you don't want to be clean, just scoop a bowl of wine and drink it.

In the end, the sticky lees at the bottom of the barrel are what the late brothers shake. Even so, the lees that are still fermenting have a unique flavor, it is simply a grape sauce with a strong wine taste, such a good thing, the brothers did not waste it.

The strong man used the "manpower assembly line" to move the wine barrels in the entire small warehouse, and finally moved out as many as 30 barrels!

Compared with the popular wooden barrels in the northern world, these wooden barrels seized from the Frankish elite area are larger, better made and stronger.

The act of violently smashing the barrels is too stupid, because there is a cork on the side of each barrel that is hard to pull out. As long as you twist it hard and then pull it out, the so-called holy blood will flow.

This night, Black Fox's Russian army was resting under occupation. Every soldier drank some wine, including the specially conscripted Nassau and Koblenz militiamen. "The wine, so that seven large wooden barrels were drunk by a group of soldiers.

The bottom distiller's grains were not wasted, and they were used as an addition to the porridge. Finally, everyone used the captured oats and rye to cook a sweet and grape-flavored porridge with a wonderful taste.

At night, the soldiers who were full of wine and food and drunk fell asleep around the bonfire, but they could go to the occupied houses to sleep, but the drunk people were too lazy to move.

It stands to reason that the Ross army in this situation is the most vulnerable, and the young black fox also neglected to arrange guard posts because of the huge victory.

Thanks to the vigilance of the accompanying veteran Vardy, the black fox and the two newly promoted young barons who came to Ingau drank like brothers and sisters, and they couldn't get caught up in it.

Vardy had set up some sentries, even though he felt that the night must be very safe.

In other words, the priests and people in Trier Diocese who were burned and killed by the Ross along the Moselle River were all a group of defenseless sheep who could only be beaten passively?

That is largely true.

The Frankish garrison in Luxembourg has a permanent flag team, and under normal circumstances these troops are enough to eliminate possible bandits.

After the city of Trier was sacked last year, the defenders of the Luxembourg Fortress, which had been sluggish for a long time, had to cheer up. However, even if Trier is being attacked, the heart piercer will have to ride a horse for a whole day to arrive, and if the Luxembourg defenders provide military assistance, it will take the third day at the earliest.

This time, the city of Trier was still engulfed in flames. The straight-line distance was more than 30 kilometers, and the Luxembourg hill fortress with a real path of nearly 50 kilometers could clearly see the red-burned sky in the distance at night.

The defenders took precautions that night, and removed their men that night, and sent a small group of cavalry to go all out to find out the next day, and even encountered some refugees during the day...

But this has nothing to do with the sailing black fox department, only because the fire in Trier has not been extinguished, they will continue to plunder with the looted oats, rye and the remaining 20 barrels of wine.

All the soldiers slept very deeply all night, and the soldiers after waking up were generally still a little drowsy. They laughed and praised each other for the delicious wine they tasted last night, and then ran to the river to wash their helmets, but the smell of grapes was still lingering on their heads.

The black fox sat cross-legged, he was the one who drank the most last night, and Ohmlet, who was leading the way, was kicked and kicked before he got up whimpering

"Hey! Old man, are you really sober?" The black fox patted the guy's hairy face vigorously.

"Wake up, it should be...wake up."

"Bah. I'm trembling when I speak, you bastard... Forget it." I saw the black fox accidentally pushed lightly, and Ohmlet really lay down and couldn't get up, and snored again after a while.

Coincidentally, Wadi, who had not taken off his armor, walked over holding his sword hilt. As soon as he approached the black fox, he saw the guide "Red Nose" who had fallen to the ground.

"This guy, our army is about to evacuate and is actually drunk. Look, his face is all red, and he has a red nose."

"Haha, I know why Ludwig punished this guy." The black fox sighed lightly: "Go and see how many people really got drunk?"

"There are thirty at least. You, you really shouldn't have indulged the brothers' drinking last night." At this moment, Wadi looked like an old and wise man, and in terms of age, he was indeed a generation older than the black fox.

"Okay, I'll be more cautious next time. Thirty drunk people won't delay our army's actions, this city..." The black fox squinted and looked at the whole town again, "Continue to set fire to destroy and burn down their monastery. "

"Naturally. I have already arranged for people to unload the bronze bell, and there is nothing to take away from the entire monastery. You go on the boat first, and I will arrange for people to carry this drunk guide up. I will take care of everything. .

"Oh, I'll leave it to you."

The black fox is the commander in chief of this operation, and the specific affairs are supervised by the veteran warrior Wadi. The Slav Vadi was born as a prisoner of war. He was first taken away by the Danes and then bought by the Rus. He was there when the blue fox traveled to death, he was there when the blue fox was snubbed in Regensburg, he played almost all of the battle throughout the 840 years, and when Ludwig himself was captured Di also became a witness.

This old soldier is really experienced in many battles, killing and arson will not cause any psychological discomfort. At this moment, he ordered his subordinates to set fire with a stiff face like a cold killing machine.

The whole town was burning, and the smoke billowed high into the sky, and the monastery gradually collapsed in the flames and smoke.

All this seems to be that the Russian army is provoking God. The accompanying Nassau and Koblenz really have more than enough seasons, and all the Russian troops who have clearly converted to God are still happily paddling and not taking it seriously.

Of course, this fire quickly brought negative effects in the Saar River Basin, which was already full of moisture, forcing the fleet that continued to march to dock and hide in the woods to avoid the sudden heavy rain in summer.

The world became damp, and even a different kind of dampness made the majority of soldiers feel uncomfortable.

Ohmrait, who had been doused in the rain, finally woke up, and after figuring out the situation, he yelled in shame: "It's really a waste of time to drink."

The black fox didn't have time to listen to his guilty apology. Facts have proved that the army has really picked up a treasure. Although this person is from Bavaria, he obviously knows a lot about this area. It doesn't matter how he knows it, the key is that the brothers need to know which important Frankish towns they will encounter in the next march.

Obviously, although attacking Sarabrcken is the biggest purpose of this trip, it is not the only purpose. The brothers are happy to rob some special towns and taste good wine and food.

"When will we actually get to Thrall?" the black fox asked the clich's most crucial question of the sober guide.

I saw Omlet continue to point to the upper reaches of the river: "Saarburg! There are many villages over there, and a large number of villages surround a small fortress. That is Saarburg."

"A fortress? Isn't there going to be a war?!" The black fox suddenly raised his vigilance.

"Of course. If you're lucky, you can catch Baron Thrall, if he's really there."

"Huh? But Ludwig said that Baron Saar had led his troops to Sarabrcken?"

"Who knows?" Ohmlet shrugged helplessly: "You may be able to seize his family papers and empty his coffers. Don't use the new rhetoric of Ludwig's boss. He won't just use his money Put it in one place, Baron Saar must be the same."

"You." The cheerful black fox murmured at the end: "It is indeed useful."

Because the huge mountainous area has hardly been developed due to the extremely inconvenient transportation, there are wild beasts such as wild boars, leopards, and forest wolves in the huge mountainous area of the Saar region, and there are also many European wild deer. Just like other nobles, Baron Sargau would personally take his followers to go hunting in the mountains, relying on the big beasts he hunted to supplement his family and his elite soldiers' food.

Sargau seems to have a large area, and only the area along the river is really developed, and the downstream part of the riverside area is directly under the jurisdiction of the Diocese of Trier.

The baron is not completely exclusive to this watershed. The most upstream part belongs to the baron of Briscoe, and further east is the huge North Vosges Mountains.

The village area of Saarburg is a major core. It continues to extend upstream, and the villages on the river bank are gradually complete. When it comes to Sarabrcken, this town with a bridge is another major core.

Today, the huge battlefield of the civil war is inevitably located south of Mainz and north of the Saar River in the huge Palatinate Lainland area. Count Metz, as a die-hard supporter of King Lothar, intervened here intensively However, Baron Sargau didn't want to lose all his resources because of the **** civil war between the two princes. So what? King Lothar had a large army at Strasbourg, and the army must have entered the battlefield of the civil war by the only permanent bridge over the river.

Baron Sargau could only move his mansion to Sarabbrcken, where the living conditions were not good, and serve as a "logistics manager" for his loyal past.

So in a sense~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ludwig's Earl of Upper Main is a buddy, and he, Earl Saargau, is the same.

If a certain party can destroy the nobles who control the logistics line of communication of the army, it will undoubtedly be a major blow to the other party.

Originally, neither of the warring parties could do this, but Ludwig ushered in the Ross people who came by boat...

So it's time for the village near Saarburg to have the legendary cider?

Ohmlet didn't pat his chest and say it must be there, but explained: "You should be able to get a little bit. I heard that the villages there like to brew this. The deeper you go, the more you can find it."

The possibility of looting gold, silver, food, precious wine, and even directly looting the noble family records in order to extort a large ransom in the future, the black fox used these rhetoric to fan the soldiers, and he was also talking to himself.

The rain had just stopped, and the soldiers, regardless of their wet clothes, beat their round shields and held their steel swords high, all of them went with their mouths open.

The so-called village district of Saarburg has been targeted.