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He ...... What do you want to do?"

Santiago seemed to mutter, staring at the leader who was holding a torch a few meters away, and the face that was glowing red with a strange smile reflected in the fireworks.

"Don't worry, it's going to be fine. Zheng Fei puffed up his chest, silently clenched his fists, staring at the flickering eyes, and at some point, a little cold sweat oozed from his palms.

"Man, aren't you scared?" said Santiago, his voice trembling.

"I'm afraid, but I have to tell myself not to be afraid. Zheng Fei gritted his teeth and gasped.

He understands that true fear comes from within oneself and that the only way to get rid of fear is to face it!

In this deep and winding passage, they could not escape, they would hit the wall if they were not careful, and they could not cry out for help from the sailors, and by the time the sound reached there, they would have been drowned in the noise of the sailors, and they did not know how ecstatic the group of fellows were at finding the gem.

The only thing you can do is to face it calmly, even if you die, you have to die calmly.

Thinking of this, Zheng Fei calmed down, and under the reflection of the firelight, he analyzed the strange smile of the leader, and a thought suddenly floated in his heart: Why did he kill us? There is no reason at all.

But...... His smile was so mad.

The pestle was silent in place for half a minute, and Santiago, who was suppressed by fear, could no longer hold his breath, and slammed his fist against the stone wall.

The leader naturally couldn't understand what he was saying, but when he saw this look and heard the roar, he realized that the other party was provoking him.

Even though there was a hint of confusion in the eyes of the leader, out of the fighting instinct that had been forcibly instilled by his birth, he took out the weapon he was most proud of, a large stone hammer.

He then stuck his torch in the wall and stared at Santiago, approaching step by step.

In response, Santiago drew his dagger and tried to fight to the death.

Just as Santiago was about to pounce on him to fight, Zheng Fei stopped him, snatched his dagger from him, and inserted it back into its scabbard.

Seeing this, the footsteps of the leader also stopped abruptly, and he grasped the stone hammer and looked at them inexplicably.

"You ......," Santiago was stunned.

"Calm down, he didn't want to hurt us. ”

"But he even took the weapon!"

"That's because you just provoked him!" Zheng Fei raised his arm and slammed it into his chest, telling him to stop rushing like this, it was not a good thing to annoy the Spartans.

After speaking, Zheng Fei calmed down, looked at the confused leader, and smiled friendly.

The leader tilted his head and shook his head, meaning to say: What the hell is your friend doing?

Zheng Fei shrugged and said I don't know either.

After the small turmoil, the emotions of both sides settled down, and the smell of gunpowder gradually dissipated.

Previously, the leader's terrible smile was not a wicked smile, but a bad smile like a traitor, but under the firelight, it looked too hideous, which made Zheng Fei and Santiago misunderstand him.

Subsequently, Santiago, unable to bear the torture of waiting for death, roared in rage, which in the eyes of the Spartans was a pure provocation.

As far as Zheng Fei knew, when the Spartans faced a provocation, the first choice was never to explain, let alone retreat, but to fight desperately and defend the most important thing in their hearts, that is, the glory of the warrior.

Don't be surprised that in the Middle Ages, the impact of faith on a person, let alone belonging to Sparta, was almost devastating.

The Spartans, possessed by the spirit of war, are known for their warlike cruelty, and the god they believe in is the only undisputed son of Zeus and Hera, and his name is familiar to everyone - Ares, the god of war.

Ares was known to the Spartans as the god of war and one of the most hated of the Olympian gods, as he was described as a bloodthirsty murderer.

When the Spartan baby croaked to the ground, he was carried to the elders for examination, and if the elders thought he was unhealthy, he was thrown into a deserted infant field in the wilderness.

The mother would bathe the baby with strong liquor, and if he had convulsions or lost consciousness, it proved that he was not physically strong, and let him die, because he could not grow into a good warrior.

Boys are raised by their parents before the age of seven, and their parents pay attention to cultivating the habits of not crying, picky eaters, noisy, not afraid of darkness, and not afraid of loneliness from an early age.

After the age of seven, boys were incorporated into the team to lead a collective military life, requiring absolute obedience to their leader, and in order to increase their courage, physical strength and cruelty, they practiced running, discus throwing, boxing, fencing, and hand-to-hand combat, and if they accidentally injured their comrades, they were allowed to die, because the loser did not deserve mercy.

In order to train the children's obedience and patience, they were whipped once a year during the festival worship, and they knelt in front of the temple, and the hot leather whips rained down, but they were not allowed to beg for mercy, they were not allowed to shout, they were not allowed to make a sound, they could only kneel on the ground silently, and endure this hellish torment.

Presumably, in the 21st century, no matter what country it is in, no matter how high-intensity military training is, compared with Sparta, it is a child's family, no matter how people start at the age of seven.

Oh no, it's been since birth.

Children who grow up in such a cruel environment, there may be a few people who still have a little bit of humanity in addition to the fighting spirit, but only a little.

The leader in front of Zheng Fei was one of them, because he wanted to bring the delicious fish soup back to the children to taste.

Oh, in the dark passageway, the leader took the torch from the wall, and the corner of his mouth was back with that smirk.

This time, Santiago was not afraid, and he and Zheng Fei calmly looked at what he wanted to do.

Zheng Fei frowned slightly, guessing that this guy must be trying to show something, and it was something that could make people very surprised.

Zheng Fei smiled and waited and waited.

The leader walked a few meters deeper into the passage, and the torch illuminated the place, only to realize that the passage had come to an end, and there was a dead end ahead.

After slying a smile, the leader dropped the torch and rubbed his palms against the wall with all his might, but found that the wall was not moving.

After struggling, he exhaled helplessly, muttered something that looked like a complaint, and knocked on the wall with his lips.

Before the knocking sound had dissipated, a rough male voice came from outside, speaking a bunch of languages that Zheng Fei didn't understand, and the leader responded.

After that, the wall moved, made a whirring sound, and slowly opened.

The light is so dazzling!

Zheng Fei covered his eyes, and he couldn't adapt to being in the dark for a long time. (To be continued.) )