"Hey, are you serious?" the warrior looked at Zheng Fei, his eyes showing unyielding grievances. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes. Zheng Fei nodded seriously.

"No, even if you have the Death of Ares, I don't think Ares, the god of war, will never allow Sparta to lose to outsiders. The attitude of the warrior was unprecedentedly resolute, and he pressed the shield to the death, so that the knight officer, who had just lightened the burden, ushered in a new round of suppression.

Fight or win, or die! This is the indoctrination that every Spartan warrior has to accept since childhood, and losing to an opponent with a huge disparity in strength is completely inconsistent with the image of Ares.

Zheng Fei also understood that this time, he could not be subdued by faith.

After two seconds of silence, the Spartans unruly pressed their shields against the officers, who resisted with great difficulty, and the noise of the people intensified.

Zheng Fei looked up at the sky, his eyes lingered on the ethereal white clouds for a while, sighed deeply and slowly, and then lowered his head and looked at the warrior solemnly.

"After being in the mountains for so long, do you know the Ottoman Turkish Empire?"

"Of course, it is now the strongest force on the entire European continent, and its mighty army is as invincible as the glorious Sparta a thousand years ago! ”

The long-dull officer of the "invincible ......" had a bitter pleading look on his face and was replaced by a rebellious rebellious one similar to that of a Spartan warrior.

"I can tell you that even if the Turks conquer the Byzantine Empire, conquer the Balkans, conquer all of Europe, it will definitely not be able to win against us Romania!"

With this cry that bordered on hysteria, the Spartan warrior suddenly felt a resistance that he had not felt before, and the knightly officer, whose eyes were full of anger, held up his shield with both hands, and pushed up little by little!

Human potential is limitless, bursting out of the most powerful power in desperate situations, and the Spartan warriors have experienced it countless times in their usual training.

He didn't care about talking to Zheng Fei anymore, gritted his teeth but had no effect, and in a fit of anger, he also pressed the shield with his other hand, and finally stopped the officer's resistance.

"Unfortunately, it's a little bit close. He said, staring into the officer's eyes.

Under the influence of national self-esteem, the strength of the officer's whole body exploded to the extreme, but the gap between him and his opponent was too great to move.

Gradually, he gave up, and his eyes, ignited by anger, burned for a short time, and then fell into gloom again.

Seeing this, the warrior lightened his strength and turned his head to look at Zheng Fei, waiting for him to continue.

By this time, the porters of the docks and the merchant sailors had already scuffled together, and for the sake of dignity, they could not swallow this breath.

Zheng Fei understood, glanced at the officer rather sympathetically, and then looked at the soldier seriously.

"Think about what your opponent just said. ”

Hearing this, the warrior frowned, recalled, and asked, "Is what he said valuable?"

"The country under our feet is called Romania, and it is one of the main battlefields of the Ottoman Empire at present, and I don't know if you have heard the saying that the enemy of the enemy is the friend. ”

"Sparta didn't need friends. The warrior said coldly.

Indeed, in the militaristic Spartan conception, there was no need for allies to exist, they would only set up one enemy after another to conquer and ravage!

Zheng Fei had already guessed that he would say this, so he was not surprised, shrugged his shoulders and smiled, and said with relief: "So, what about your companion?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed at the thousands of Spartan warriors standing dozens of meters away, each of them standing proudly with a sword and shield in their hands.

After thinking for a while, the warrior still didn't understand what he wanted to say, and shook his head.

"If you choose to lose to your opponent now, he will win back the respect of the people, lead the soldiers to repel the Ottoman attack, hold the port of Constanta, and deal a heavy blow to the morale of the Ottoman Empire, and greatly reduce the combat effectiveness. In that case, Sparta's number one enemy will lose its momentum and gradually weaken, and when Sparta decides to get out of the mountains and regain its strength, there will be much less hindrance, and your companions will shed a lot less blood, won't they?"

This analysis made the warriors who were full of rebellious aura surprise and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

It is true that the Spartans were warlike, but it was also true that they cherished their fellow soldiers.

Just feigning defeat can save countless companions, why not? The thousands of meters of Spartan warriors behind him and the heavenly Ares will also understand.

After thinking about it for a long time, in Zheng Fei's expectation, he finally spoke.

"Good. ”

Concise, yet resolute.

At this time, the knightly officer, who had been oppressed by the force, was almost in prostration, and when he heard the opponent's consent, he immediately shook his head and lifted his spirits.

I want to laugh, but I don't dare, I'm afraid that my opponent will regret it at any time.

"Ares is with you. Zheng Fei patted the warrior on the shoulder, and then raised an eyebrow at the excited knight officer: "Come on, the hero of Constanta, take him down!"

"Thank you. The officer told the two that after the opponent had relieved the oppression, he did not hesitate at all, and with the last of his strength he jumped up and threw his opponent to the ground, smashing him with a slam on the head.

This punch is a bit of a fake show, after all, the opponent made him lose face, and he had to fight hard to relieve his anger!

Fortunately, this little pain was nothing to the Spartan warrior, who smiled bitterly and was beaten, honestly holding his hands and not resisting.

The dock, which was occupied by noisy and angry scolding, suddenly sounded a loud shout: "Don't fight!"

Immediately, the knights repeated neatly: "Don't fight!"

Thousands of people shouted at the same time, like a deafening slogan in the barracks, and even if the dock was so chaotic, it clearly penetrated everyone's ears.

Except for a few sting-headed sailors and porters in the middle of the battle, one after another, people stopped and watched the surroundings that had gradually quieted down, not knowing what was happening.

"Look over there!" the knight pointed to the commander and shouted excitedly, "the hero of Constanta has triumphed!"

The people all looked at the past, and when they saw the situation clearly, they suddenly exclaimed, ignoring the swollen cheeks and eyes, and cheered with excitement.

"Hero, hero!" they shouted again and again, frenziedly.

What the knightly officer saved was the dignity of the whole of Constanta!

Hearing the shouts of the people, the knightly officer curled the corners of his mouth, stopped his fist, lay on his back on the ground, and smiled stupidly.

"Thank you. He said it again.

A few dozen meters away, the neat and solemn Spartan warriors, but not ashamed of the defeat of their companions, knew very well that their companions had deliberately released water, and they were now very curious about what prompted the always aggressive Kremenos to be willing to lose? )