Throughout the war, the Persians had only one real advantage, and that was their terrible numbers. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In contrast to the whole of Greece, which had never drawn more than 100,000 troops in the long classical era, the Persians were able to mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops at will. And as one of the important means of conquering everywhere, their elite cavalry is also extremely numerous.

Most of the people of this era were relatively simple, and the reason for this simplicity was the lack of education and the poor exchange of information.

Most people know almost nothing about everything in the world, so they are naturally simple. Because of its simplicity, many people have great courage, and even when they really face death, they can still rush forward without hesitation.

It's like these elite cavalrymen at this time, in this dangerous environment at this moment, when facing the cold, heavy, and dazzling bronze weapons in the hands of many kobolds. The Persian cavalry shouted desperately and collided directly with themselves and the bodies of their horses.

Not a few, but almost all the cavalry did it!

If this were the people of the modern world who have been educated and baptized in the age of information explosion, I don't think anyone would dare to do this.

Kobolds are fearless, and they fight indiscriminately no matter what opponent they face. Because they are not really life, they naturally have no soul of life.

And the brave Persian cavalry slammed into the tall bodies of the kobolds with the bronze weapons in their hands one after another. War horses and people are hundreds of pounds, and they also have a high speed. This level of impact was enough to knock the kobold's body apart.

This method of fighting of the Persian cavalry was purely to exchange numerical superiority for victory on the battlefield. Basically, the cavalry that rushed up in the first row would be cut in two by the kobolds, even men and horses. Then a platoon of cavalry crashed into the kobolds at the front, who had just brandished their weapons, and smashed them into sand.

That is, to destroy a kobold, the Persians would have to pay at least two elite cavalry.

You know, no matter what the era, cavalry is an extremely expensive class. Horses are very delicate and require a long period of training to become war horses.

Moreover, one war horse needed enough food per day to supply the rations of five ordinary soldiers. It was the rations of the regular soldiers who actually went to war, not the rations of the auxiliaries or even the slaves.

In addition, in the classical era, those who could become cavalry were basically small nobles, and each of them was hard-won. Therefore, even if there are many soldiers and horses under his command, Xerxes, who never cares about the soldiers, will tremble with anger when he watches a large number of cavalry fall in a pool of blood.

However, this was only an ideal situation, and in reality the Persians had to pay a much more expensive price in battle.

Basically, if they want to destroy a kobold, they need to pay at least four or five cavalry. The narrow terrain here greatly restricts their movement, and they have to pay a more expensive price to fight hard.

Blood splattered, as if the sky was red. The strange sound of limbs being cut off and bones breaking made everyone shudder.

All sorts of shouts, crashes, roars, and even the cries of agony before dying almost suppressed the sound of the raging waves.

When the desperate Persian cavalry paid a huge and bloody price, all the kobolds in the last row of kobolds blocking their way were shattered and dissipated into black sand. They finally saw the neatly arranged group of red pants in the pass of the hot spring pavilion not far ahead. And the mysterious face from the Eastern world standing at the front!

After finally defeating all the strange monsters through their own bloody fighting, the remaining Persian cavalry excitedly raised their weapons in their hands and waved them in the air, shouting frantically to vent the excitement in their hearts and the happiness of the rest of their lives.

In the eyes of these Persian cavalrymen, who had just defeated the mighty monster, their morale was high and they could crush any enemy who stood in their way. Whether it's the red pants or the figure from the East!

Listening to the frantic cheers of the Persians, the promise with his arms folded around his chest couldn't help but show a strange smile.

"I've never seen it on the market." For those cavalrymen who can be called brave, the promise can only be a slight shake of the head.

Defeating a group of kobolds is indeed a matter of pride and excitement for these Persians. Unfortunately, they don't know how big the real gap is between the two sides.

It's like in the modern world, an indigenous tribe on the African continent wants to challenge the Big Five.

Perhaps they used the big cards in their hands whose rifling had been smoothed out to shoot down a small rotary-wing unmanned reconnaissance plane for battlefield reconnaissance, but they didn't know that behind it was a whole mechanized force with all-round support from sea, land, air and space-based satellites!

Looking at the Persian cavalry in front of him, who were constantly brandishing weapons at him, he promised not the slightest thought of anger. He simply smiled and stretched out his hand, the one with the Death Bracelet.

With a dazzling flash of light, a large group of strange kobolds that were exactly the same as before once again filled the clearing between the two sides. At a cursory glance, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people in the past!

The Persian cavalry, who had been cheering to their heart's content, were silent for a moment, like a rooster that had suddenly been choked by the neck.

Just now, it was already a desperate battle, and it was only at the cost of blood that it was difficult to win. But at this moment, there were suddenly more monsters in front of me than before, and anyone would be in a state of stupor at this moment. Then all that was left was endless fear and despair.

"Go, kill them." As the cold voice of the promise sounded, a large number of kobolds held their flickering weapons in both hands, and rushed towards the Persian cavalry with heavy steps.

The Persian informants who had survived the previous battle were desperate, and what had happened before them had broken the last of their hearts. They no longer have the confidence and strength to deal with an army of kobolds that are even larger than before!

It was not promises that pushed these remnants of the Persian cavalry into the abyss, but Xerxes.

Because the horn was never sounded to allow the retreat, the cavalrymen whose families remained in the country had no choice at all.

The result of retreating without permission is to be killed on the spot as deserters, and family members in the country will be implicated on a large scale. In this era where human warmth and warmth are still highly valued, this is something that no one can accept.

Therefore, these cavalrymen, who were already in a desperate situation, had no choice. It can only be as tragic as the final moment of the Battle of Waterloo, when the desperate Napoleon sent his own guards cavalry to launch the final decisive assault!

The Persian cavalry cried out in despair, and rushed towards the kobolds whose bodies alone were taller than the horsemen on their horses.

It was a desperate struggle against kobolds crowded into a pack of barely the slightest gaps. The Persian cavalry had no chance of advancing, only to be cut off or desperately cut a section of black sand from the kobolds!

The battlefield soon fell silent again, because all the Persian cavalry had been able to speak forever.

After killing all the cavalry, the kobolds did not stop to enjoy the scenery, but continued to march in the direction of the Persian barracks. Although its number is only a few hundred, its momentum is like a thousand troops!

There was an indescribable and terrible silence in the Persian army's camp, and then the desolate sound of the trumpet once again spread throughout the camp.

The Assyrians, with bronze helmets and linen shields in their hands, and their weapons wrapped in thick cloth, rushed forward with a shout. They are indigenous people from the vicinity of the Black Sea and the Assyrian Sea.

The Parthians, carrying primitive straight bows and huge bronze axes in both hands, rushed forward. They are the indigenous people from the two river basins.

The Indians, dressed in robes and with gauze wrapped around their heads, walked unhurriedly to the battlefield. They were followed by robes and bows and arrows.

There are also soldiers on the African continent. Ethiopians dressed in leopard or lion skins and painted all over their faces. Dressed in bright red cloaks and armed with bows and arrows made of tree poles and stones, they bravely walked towards the kobolds.

And, of course, the army from Egypt, the pharaoh's army had not changed for a thousand years.

Similarly, there were many Europa armies conquered by Persia. A Thracian with a javelin and a giant shield and long, filthy hair. Caucasians with horned hats, leather shields and short spears, etc., etc.

There were too many armies under the command of the Persians, and people were dazzled by all kinds of weapons and equipment.

Under Xerxes' indifferent orders, armies from all over the world rushed up the narrow road leading to Thermopylae with a shout, shouting and pounced on the kobolds that looked like their scalps tingling.

This is a real bloody battle.

The combat effectiveness of the Reaper legions from the underworld is undoubted, even if they are the lowest-level kobolds, they are not something that ordinary humans can fight against. The Persians, on the other hand, relied on their huge numerical superiority to fight the kobolds.

The entire narrow passage leading from the Persian camp to the pass of the Thermos Pass was completely soaked in blood. Countless stumps and severed arms and many weapons and equipment covered the road layer after layer. It was a horrific and bleak scene.

The numerical superiority of the Persians was terrifying, and the terrible kobolds eventually fell to the seemingly infinite number of the Persians on such favorable terrain.

He promised to summon the Legion of Death to join the battle again and again, but due to the limitations of the terrain, he could only summon hundreds of kobolds at a time, and if he did more, he would be squeezed into the sea.

In fact, the Persians didn't really know about the kobolds, and if they could understand them, they would know that they were made of sand. So why can't they attack with water?

If every Persian soldier had carried a bucket of water to fight the kobolds, the losses would never have been as terrible as they are now!