Suddenly, Woodwally stood up and pulled out a longsword specially made for him by a first-class swordsmith of the Tang Dynasty.

This is a two-handed heavy sword with a length of seven feet, this sword is unique, representing his identity and pride as a nobleman of the Tang Dynasty.

"I ...... Lion Wood! ”

The terrifying roar caused the wooden sticks in the hands of the middle-aged people in countless villages to fall to the ground, who had followed Wood in their youth to fight to protect their homeland.

They fought the Vikings, they fought the Celts from the island of Ireland, they fought the Visigoths, they fought the Franks, they fought the Anglos.

The women and children, who were about to escape, stopped and began to walk back.

An old woman, supported by several young men, slowly walked up to Woodwardly, Woodwardly's mother, who gave birth to Woodwardly as a teenager, and was not yet sixty years old, but looked very old.

At this point, Woodwally remembered a line from a Tang poem he had learned while learning Chinese.

This poem seems to have been written by the willow horse, but the willow horse kept saying that he copied it, but no one knows who copied it and where it came from.

None of this matters, what matters is that there is one sentence in it that makes Woodwally burst into tears at this time.

Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk.

Tang Ren didn't care how to interpret these two sentences, the extent to which he learned Chinese was that his mother was already full of gray hair in the mirror, and it was exactly one morning when he was taken away, and it happened to be evening.

When she left, her mother still had brown-red hair, but by this time her hair was as white as snow.

Woodwardly knelt in front of his mother with a Chinese salute, thinking of many, many things to say along the way, but not a word could be uttered at this time.

When he attacked Saracen's capital, Wood charged ahead, and he didn't have the slightest fear.

At this time, he was afraid of death.

He was afraid that if he came back a few years later, he might not see his mother again.

The mother and son hugged their heads and cried, and the other people around Wood who were still alive in this village were also crying.

It was completely dark, and a marching cauldron was erected outside the village.

The first dish of the Tang March, pork vermicelli stewed with sauerkraut. Then there is a large pot of white rice.

Woodwardly's hometown's main crop, oats, and rice were very foreign to them.

"Datang is good, although I haven't been to Datang yet, but Datang people are confident, they believe that where the sun shines, no matter what clan or country, no one can defeat the powerful Datang. The Tang people don't like greedy nobles, no matter how they attack there, they will not harm the commoners, nor will they capture the commoners as slaves. ”

Wood began to talk about the Tang in his heart.

"I heard that the city wall of Chang'an City is as high as a mountain. The royal legion of Chang'an City guarded it, where a million people lived, everyone had silk to wear, everyone could eat meat every day, and the people of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty would not be plagued by hunger and cold, and they would never worry about war. ”

Wood's mother suddenly asked, "Son, have you become a nobleman?" ”

"Yes, Mother. From slave to gladiator, from gladiator to warrior, from warrior to general, now I am a nobleman. ”

Wood had his entire outfit fetched.

Among them, there are military dresses, wartime armor, ceremonial light armor, banquet clothes, tea party casual clothes, travel casual clothes, etc.

Some people expressed incomprehension: "One person needs so many clothes? ”

Wood laughed, he remembered that the Duke of Willowwood had once joked that poverty limits wisdom, and poverty limits vision.

"I'm Baron Bran, because that's what we're called Bran here." Woodwally was proud.

Woodwally had changed into his military uniform.

The military dress of the Tang Dynasty is quite handsome, a collection of Tang style, Roman, Han style, and then military pants, leather boots, etc. With its ornate decorations, the two rows of sparkling copper buckles alone were a great asset to the North Island at this time, because no one here could make such beautiful buckles.

All believe that it is golden.

"These clothes are in Datang, and they are divided into spring and autumn, summer clothes, and winter clothes." While Wood explained magnificently, he hung a short mantle, a soft wool cloak with purple trim in red.

Wood's mother couldn't stop laughing, she hadn't seen any big people, and her own son was already a nobleman, which made her happy.

"I also brought a gift!"

What is Silk?

The Romans understood, the Visigoths understood, and even the Duke of Edin understood.

But the people of this village don't understand, they don't know what silk is, and only a few people have heard of it.

Compared to silk and pearls.

These people in Wood's hometown are more interested in composting to increase food production and grazing sheep in Scotland's vast grasslands, which is a hundred times more precious than silk.

Two days later, the Duke of Edin arrived with his guards.

The Duke of Edin at least wanted to know who had come to the area under his control, and who had not come to visit his lord first.

At this time, there were seven true kingdoms in the central and southern parts of the island, and they were constantly at war, annexation, marriage, or fraud.

As one of the few dukes in the north to own a castle, the Duke of Edin, with the help of the Visigoths, multiplied in strength and hoped that he would become a great king.

Of course, the premise is to conquer the countless tribes in the north of the British first.

The Duke of Edin brought eight hundred men, but Wood did not even wear his armor, and more than half of his men did not wear their own armor, and only forty young soldiers were fully armed.

"I, Lion Wood." Wood confidently pointed at the Duke of Edin: "You, my former enemy. Weak enemy, in my eyes you are not an enemy at all, you are just a small person in a remote area who guards a stone house and that little bit of wealth, and has not seen the world. ”

"You, you're still alive?" The Duke of Edin was so shocked that he almost fell off his horse.

Woodwarly didn't intend to reply again, and with a slight wave of his hand, a hundred steel crossbows were aimed at the Duke of Edin.

At a distance of only thirty paces, Datang's steel crossbow could shoot through two people who were not wearing armor, and just as Wood was about to give the order to attack, the Duke of Edin was instigated.

"I, I'm willing to compensate."

"No need to ......," Woodwally motioned to everyone to be on alert, turning to look at the pillars of smoke rising in the direction of the bay, the green columns of smoke indicating that they were not enemies, but visitors.

"A guest is coming, coming from the sea." Wood muttered to himself, then turned to the Duke of Edin and said, "You go, I'm just going to go home and see, I won't attack anyone at will until I get the military order." But anyone who dares to attack me will surely feel my anger. ”