31. The winner of the duel between Alessandros and Menelaos was rich

Helen and all her possessions are now in the middle of the battlefield between the two armies. The soldiers of both armies retreated back into a large space, and there were strong guards on both sides to maintain the line-up in front of the formation, mainly to avoid the slightest move that would cause the battle, and the crowd cheered long live the truce.

Al Sandros, Helen's rogue husband. Menelaos, Helen's ex-husband.

The duel was about to begin, and many of the Achaean positions were shouting and asking for the god-king's blessing to allow Menelaos to prevail and Helen to return to her husband, along with all her possessions.

The reason they chanted was to let future generations remember that there should be no revenge for the hospitable host. When you go to someone's house, remember not to kidnap someone else's daughter when she sees her beautiful, or rape her when she sees someone's friend's sister beautiful. In this way, they will be punished, and they will bring disaster to the country and the people.

The two who are about to fight to the death are both Helen's husband's warriors, and who wins and who loses is in the balance. Helen and her possessions were stacked between the two armies' positions, and whoever prevailed over the thing and the beautiful woman belonged to him. The armies on both sides have already drawn the line, and neither can advance half a step.

“…… Fight for beauty......"

"Kill him so that Helen can keep and fight for the beauty......"

The armies on both sides were shouting for their masters: fight for the beauties......

Our beautiful Helen was accompanied by a lady, and in a tent between the two armies, she was already in tears, and she was repentant. But what's the use of remorse?

She thought about it, her ex-husband was also a good offspring, why was he abducted here in the first place? In today's duel, this hooligan must die under the gun of his ex-husband, this little white face can not only play with girls, but also dry hemp! My ex-husband is physically strong, full of strength, and he is a good shooter.

Helen was peeking at her ex-husband through the curtain, and she really missed her after a long time. She remembered the first time she caught crickets with her ex-husband, he was so powerful, enjoyable and addictive. Thinking of this, Cicada B began to laugh......

The two ladies looked at her for some reason, and they both said in winged language: This cicada B is only afraid that it is crazy!

The two ladies said in their hearts, if it were me, I would also go crazy, this pressure is too great, whoever is crazy. So many people died for her, and now the two have to die one of them. Why is there no good way, don't duel, use fighting wisdom to decide the winner. Instead of dying? Definitely.

Helen thought of her elderly parents again, and she wanted to see them. Thinking of this, she didn't dare to think about it anymore, because if she thought about it again, she would inevitably curse her new husband to die on the battlefield, and only if her ex-husband won could she return to the arms of her parents.

Our Helen, whether she laughs or cries, often has tears on her face. Because laughter is only very accidental, just thinking back to the happiest time, otherwise it would be really crazy.

What a beautiful beauty, only one step wrong, now she lives to tears, and a thousand fingers to scold.

Man, why do you have to die on a beautiful word? Why can't men learn dogs, learn male dogs, as long as it is a piece and special, they will play with it casually, in order to seek life and physiological pastime.

Why should people evolve to be thoughtful, and especially for women, as long as they are beautiful, they can be ruined for thousands of miles. As long as it is a beauty, she will do everything possible to dare to risk one in ten thousand possibilities to get, plunder, and die without complaint.

In the middle of the battlefield of the two armies, the two warriors who want to win the duel and get the beautiful Helen have already put on a stand. Both sides had their hands on their hands, spears and shields.

Who strikes first? Our head coach is the leader of the Agamenlius and the head of the Trojans, Hector, has his own way. They marked two stones, put in bronze helmets, blinded the two warriors, and began to draw lots.

Alesandros, Helen's new male dog, began to throw the bronze spear in his hand first. The spear did not pierce the opponent's thick shield and was slipped to the ground.

Menelaos, Helen's old male dog, threw his spear out. The sharp spear slashed through the opponent's shield, and the sharp spear slashed at Alessandus's ribs, but it did not hurt his life, only a little bit of skin. The victor quickly drew his spear from his shield and struck the loser in the head, but the spear shattered in his helmet because of the force. The victor quickly threw aside the empty spearhead, grabbed the vanquished's helmet, and dragged it to his own position.

Seeing that the line of demarcation was about to be crossed, the goddess of beauty saw very clearly in the clouds in the sky, and she stretched out her divine hand, which no one could see, and broke the golden wire band of the loser's helmet, causing the victor to fall to the ground because of the force he had raised. When he rolled over and got up again, a puff of smoke drifted away.

Then again, this rogue prince is indeed likable, and is notoriously white-faced. Therefore, the goddess of beauty also likes him very much. The goddess of beauty replaced Helen's real body and brought the young couple back to Troy together. The goddess of beauty is dressed as an old woman, this old woman Helen knows, once worked as a maid in her house, is an expert in weaving and embroidery, and now old, although she has quit her job, she still often visits Helen, and is very liked by the latter.

The old woman said, "Helen, my dear daughter, go back quickly, for your husband is waiting for you in his room, and he has returned home from the battlefield." ”

"Don't pretend," said Helen, "you are a goddess of beauty, and I recognize you as soon as you appear before my eyes." Why don't you let him die on the battlefield, it's their agreement, two must die one. It's better to die late than early, it's not that I'm ruthless, it's not that I curse him, there's no way to do it, let him die alone, you can exchange for the peace of the whole city.

If you want to like him, you go and turn yourself into mortals, marry him or be his servant until you die of old age. If you think he is still a hero, go and marry him now, bear him children, weave cloth and clothes for him. I am a blind slut who has crossed the ocean with him from a distant island country and committed infamy through the ages. Tens of thousands of warships of my mother's family, coalition expeditions, protracted. Now, due to various reasons, more than half of the soldiers have been lost, and every time I think of him, I wash my face with tears, seeing that he is about to die on the battlefield, although I am also grief-stricken, but if he dies, I can also be regarded as a relief.

Just these two men, I always keep them on the scale, who is lighter and who is heavier. In fact, do you still use a name? Definitely. He is a thief, I am the dirty thing he stole from my ex-husband's house, and now the owner of the house has followed him to the door of the thief's house. ”