My name is "Kun Sang".
This is a very strange name. It does not belong to the traditional name of "Anglo" or "Frank".
As for why this weird word?
My father said that when I was four years old, a "Jew" who was able to do astrology came to the Baron's castle. When he predicted the future for the young Baron, he gave me a name as a reward.
For this reason, my father even found a wine girl to accompany the Jew all night.
The Jew said: This is the name of the eastern steppe, the name of the warrior.
My father happily accepted it and warned me that since I am a warrior, I must work hard to practice martial arts and one day be able to protect the little baron.
I am four years older than the "Little Baron". When I was seven years old, I began to follow the Little Baron, guarding him day and night.
He is so good-looking, unlike those wild children who are always naked and crying with runny noses.
The blood of nobles is indeed different. One day I want to become a noble!
That way, my son can also study and grow up with the little baron's son.
Since I am a warrior, this day will definitely come to me.
When I was ten years old, the Vikings came to visit again,
The baron just happened to leave the territory and go "outside" to trade with other lords.
There were only dozens of soldiers left in the territory to protect us.
Our castle is so tall that I think only "birds" can fly over it.
According to the usual practice, these "Yankees" should threaten and extort a few words, and then leave after getting a little sweetness.
But not this time, they attacked fences, walls, and even climbed towers like crazy!
Later I learned that they planned to hold an unprecedented human sacrifice to please the gods Odin and Thor!
"Your mission in life is to protect the little baron!"
These were the last words my father told me before he died of illness.
He didn't even talk about the arrangement between his mother and his sister, he just mentioned this sentence repeatedly.
Everything he had was given by the baron, his name, house, fields, wife (mother)!
So my father would mention the Baron once a day and praise him for his greatness.
I promised my father that a man must keep his word!
When the horse was ridden away by the little baron's bastard cousin "Gedo", my mind went blank. What should I do?
I ran with the little baron, but in the end I was too tired to run...
When he woke up again, he was on a strange ship with a dragon's head.
The little baron and I were separated by a boat. I shouted to the little baron and he called to me. Tears kept flowing down our faces!
I broke my promise and didn't keep my promise to my father.
Later the ships split up and I never saw the little baron again...
I encountered several storms and waves at sea, and almost fell into the sea and became food for big fish.
The sun rises and the moon sets,
Five times, six times, or seven times?
I forgot, but by the time I came to my senses, the boat had already passed through the river channels on the mountain walls.
The falling snow on the mountain wall melted into water and gurgled down. Apart from being colder, I have to say that this picture is so beautiful!
But beautiful places sometimes have demons living there, and ugly and smelly places may have people full of enthusiasm.
When I set foot in this northern land, I was tied with a rope and imprisoned like a pet.
I became a "slave", and above me there were "free people" and "nobles".
One day a scary Viking man showed up and pointed at my nose.
He said a bunch of words that I didn't understand, and then he took me away.
The place where I slept was the "animal shed".
It's smelly and dirty here, and I'm pretty sure that if it hadn't been for winter, I would have been bitten to death by the bugs inside.
I originally thought that the barbarians outside the baron's castle were dirty, but after seeing these barbarians, I realized that I was wrong!
They hardly wash their hands, and men and women doing "that kind of thing" can be seen everywhere on the road.
Even waving for "you" to join.
Because I am a "slave", and a slave does not have the qualifications of a "human",
They just find one more object to add to the fun.
What makes me sickest is their grooming. Just "describing" it makes me want to vomit.
As a slave, I was taught that when the sun rose, I had to hold a large basin of water and bring it to my master.
He first washed his hands, wiped his face, and combed his hair, and then... he squeezed out the mucus from his nose, and even spit out foul-smelling phlegm into the basin.
Then pass it to the next family member.
In the end, just looking at this basin of "black water" made me sick to my stomach, and I could vomit everything I ate yesterday.
This Viking master has some status, and the surrounding Vikings respect him when they see him.
He has a sword and was once a famous warrior, but he is old and makes uncomfortable noises even under heavy snow.
I was doing the same work as a man, and I was so tired that I couldn't think straight. As soon as I lay down on the smelly plank bed, I fell asleep quickly.
A year later, this man died in the battle to invade a distant place, his wife remarried, and I was traded away again.
This time, I was bought by a man with a red nose!
That night, he forced me to put on a woman's dress, put powder on my face, and then...
"Lord! If you can hear my cry, please help me. I will practice hard all my life and abide by the seven virtues..."
"Lord! Help me...help me..."
"Lord! Even for one day, keep me away from this man!"
"Lord? You can't do anything!"
"People can only rely on themselves, only weak people need faith!"
I realized this sentence.
If you want to become a freedman from a slave, you can join them, wear the "armband" that symbolizes glory, speak their language, praise their God, and then use their battle ax to cut open the blood vessels of Christians!
As long as I can stay away from that man, I can do anything.
Later I became a Viking warrior, mostly fighting with other tribes.
And one night, he hid in the man's way home, beheaded him, and pushed his body down the mountain wall!
"Witness the greatness of God Odin!"
"God Thor, give me strength!"
After becoming a free citizen, I said these two sentences every damn day!
In a certain battle, I accidentally killed (deliberately) killed a noble boy because he wanted to steal my spoils!
I was furious at that time, and when I came back to my senses, it was useless to regret it.
So, this young man’s angry “noble father” wanted to kill me!
Someone advised him to sacrifice me, so I was kidnapped back to "Sweden" and went to the great temple of "Uppsala".
This is a temple decorated with gold.
There are carvings of three main gods present.
Thor, the god of agriculture, sits on the central throne holding a hammer.
The god Odin wears armor,
Frey, the god of fertility, is weird and huge...
Once every nine years, believers from all over Sweden, and even Vikings and chiefs from other regions, will come here to hold wish-fulfilling sacrifices.
The sacrificed creatures are mainly male, and the number of each species is nine.
People say that the blood of these things can calm the anger of the gods!
The more kinds of creatures were sacrificed, the priests said, the better the results!
The trees in the woods can be used to build ships, make fires, and build houses.
It was regarded as a blessing from the gods by the Vikings.
Therefore, after the sacrificed life is bled, it will be hung in the woods until the body rots, and then becomes nutrients for the earth, making the woods stronger.
Before I was executed, the priest looked at the tattoos on my face and the battle wounds on my body and said, "This is a warrior. The gods will be very happy."
But when my chest was fully exposed, the priest's expression changed, because I had a set of conspicuous cross scars on my body.
"How did it come?" asked the priest.
"The Lord's will!" I said through gritted teeth.
"This Christian has not converted. His blood is dirty and cannot be used for sacrifice!" After the priest, whose face was smeared with black powder, spat at me, he cursed and took a wooden stick and beat me His head was smashed!
Finally I escaped death and saw a group of Slavic slaves from England, Franks, and even Rus being sacrificed!
The singing of celebration lasted for nine days!
Of course, this wound was not the will of the Lord. When I was arrested, I used a sharp piece of iron hidden in my body to cut open the wound with great pain!
The Vikings who captured me didn't care when I was bleeding, so I managed to get this cross scar.
I was disfigured by the angry nobleman... He broke his hands and left me in a mountain forest not far from Uppsala, preparing me to be eaten by wild beasts.
But I still survived!
I eat everything, do everything, slowly recuperate, and keep traveling through the mountains and forests to hone my swordsmanship and will!
"People achieve their wishes because of diligence, and then become great!"
This is what the young baron said, and I remember it.
I always think of his face and wonder how he is?
I often wonder, can he withstand such cold weather in the north?
He was not very strong and coughed frequently.
If he has any delicious food, he will share it with me.
"From now on, when I become a baron, you will be my knight, and I will find a very good-looking wife!"
"Then when I have children in the future, he will also protect your son and your daughter-in-law!"
The two of us are less than ten years old, but we are already talking about what will happen after our grandson...
I endured it for two years and regained my health.
I plan to wait for the next big celebration to destroy this "golden temple"!
One day, I was surrounded by a group of Vikings,
I still pretended to be scared, without any force, and begged for mercy!
Then they told me, "'Christian,' someone ransomed you, but I didn't expect that someone would still remember you!"
Someone still remembers me!
This sentence made me so happy that I couldn't close my eyes for three days,
Leave the temple, leave the cold mountains and forests that can make people crazy, and walk all the way to the seaside!
Then I was taken by a fleet to Denmark.
Then he took a boat from Denmark to the west and stopped at the islands in Kent.
When the ship stopped and stepped onto the land, seagulls flew by, and I saw the face of the little baron!
It's him, I recognized him immediately!
When he came closer, he took off his cloak, covered me, held my hand tightly, and told me the name that had not been mentioned for many years - "Kunsang".
"Follow me (English)!"
"Where to go (Viking)?"
I heard the language of my hometown, but I could instinctively speak the language of those Yankees.
But the little baron understood, patted my shoulder, and pushed the water away.
"go home."
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At the dinner table, Kunsang is closest to Oran.
His knight's sword lay at his feet.
Even when eating, he never relaxed his guard.
When he saw Oran finish eating, he immediately said, "Sir, I'll go see the messenger from the castle."
"It's okay. Even if I delay, I will capture this city within today."
"You can use it."
When Oran stood up, Kunsang immediately followed.
The other knights present couldn't bear to see him being so flattering, but they didn't dare to say it openly.
Everyone stood up and saluted Olan until he and Olan both left the house.
At this time, Knight Ladd put down the wheat cake in his hand and said, "The tattoos on his face are evidence that he believes in alien gods to save his life. How can we let such a person climb on top of us!"
Ladd's eyes were fixed on Nanding. He heard that Nanding was going to be awarded a knighthood this time, and he wanted to recruit one more helper.
Nan Ding drank the water in front of him, wiped his mouth and stood up, saying, "You can ask Your Excellency to compete with Kun Sang in a sword show. I will support you mentally."
Nanding couldn't stand Kunsang, but he also couldn't stand Ladd.
In the end, Ladd, Baron Ghazi, and the calm one - Knight Armand are left.
Baron Ghazi kept his mouth shut, but was happy to listen to the complaints of others.
Armand also stood up and prepared to leave, and said, "There will be ways to deal with him. With his personality, I don't believe how long you can tolerate him? There will be more wars. What we should do now is to expand our strength." collar!"
The three finally left the tent together, organized their teams, and waited for Oran to meet with the castle messenger before taking the next step.
