Mo Jiu didn't see Xuanye's figure last night, Jiu'er got up from the rock, planning to go to General Diliros and ask where Xuanye was.

At the same time as getting up, a group of soldiers walked past Mo Jiu in full armor and walked in the opposite direction of the hot spring pass, which was about to be a decisive battle.

Needless to say, this is the Greek coalition army that is about to withdraw from the battlefield, and the history books record that thanks to a whistleblower from a black man, Xerxes found the ancient sheep road to the rear of Thermopyla, and the 10,000 undead army of Persia defeated the 1,000 defenders of the city-state of Phosis who were waiting for the rear line, and were now in full force to go to the battlefield.

Leonidas, knowing that there was no hope of victory today, ordered the Greek coalition to withdraw, leaving only 300 king's guards and 700 Theban volunteers, as well as a few Spartan helots.

Jiu'er ran towards the Spartan warriors, he must stay by Leonidas's side, wait for Bi Yuewu to appear, and it will not be easy to squeeze to the king's side after a while.

As for Xuan Ye, since he can come to this life without relying on Mo Jiu, he must have a way to go back by himself, Jiu'er pondered in his heart.

By a stream in the valley, Mojiu found King Leonidas and the warriors who were sorting out their equipment, each with a comb and combing their hair, a tradition for Spartan warriors when they set out on an expedition, meaning that all of them were determined to die.

Mo Jiu took a few steps to stand beside Leonidas and took the comb from the king's hand, "My king, let Demos comb your hair." ”

Mo Jiu's move was entirely out of admiration for this heroic figure recorded in the history books, and she was such a sentimental person.

Jiu'er smiled at King Leonidas and gently combed his smooth brown-black hair.

The drums of war were already ringing through the valley, and the Persian army in front of the pass was rushing here.

All the Spartan warriors quickly put on their armor and put on their helmets, and Leonidas received the bronze helmet with a red feather crown from the guards, such a helmet was very eye-catching on the battlefield.

Jiu'er was left at the end of the line, with 700 Theban warriors and Spartan helots behind him, the sacrifice of which is rarely recorded in history.

However, some of them did give their young lives to defend the Greek city-states.

Jiu'er calmly watched the entire battlefield, King Leonidas was already standing in front of the opposition to the Persian army, due to the narrow terrain, although the Persian army had 500,000, it could only squeeze toothpaste into the battlefield in waves.

The soldiers of this expedition of the Persian Empire came from 46 countries and more than 100 nationalities. There are a variety of dresses, each with its own characteristics.

The first round of attack was carried by 10,000 Medoan warriors who were flogged by officers, wearing five-colored gowns and light armor in the shape of a lin, carrying short swords and spears, while the officers behind them wore steppe-style semicircular helmets, nailed leather armor, tights and armor, held leather whips, and carried leather quivers sewn from the enemy's scalp around their waists.

The Spartan Warriors relied on their superior physical fitness, wearing heavy metal bell-shaped bronze cuirasses, holding a large shield with bronze trim, and holding a spear in their right hand. It shines brightly in the light of the morning sun.

Leonidas ordered his army to form a phalanx of spears, a wall of broad shields and stacked spears that prevented the enemy from approaching.

The Polish arrows rained down, forming a dark cloud in the sky, obscuring the daylight, and all the arrows rained down on the shields of Sparta, and no warriors were injured.

Standing in a luxurious chariot on the hill stood a man dressed in the splendid royal costume of the Persian royal family, Xerxes, the Persian king who at that time proclaimed himself the King of kings, roared wildly on the lavish chariot.

Strangely, after so many lifetimes, for the first time, I met a language that Jiu'er couldn't understand, Jiu'er could understand Persian, and with Alexander's legion all the way east, Mo Jiu met an unknown number of Persians, why can't he understand it today, Jiu'er even wondered if there was a problem with his ears.

At Xerxes' roar, the officer violently whipped the pre-battle Median warriors, causing them to charge towards the Spartan side.

But the Median warriors armed with short daggers and small shields could not match the Spartan warriors, and groups of soldiers fell in front of the Spartan shield wall, and at the same time as the Median warriors fell, the Spartan warriors in the second row stabbed the fallen enemy with the sharp cone at the bottom of their guns, and the entire phalanx advanced slowly, and the ground was full of enemy stumps and weapons, and the battlefield was full of blood.

In this way, the first attacking forces of Persia were defeated.

Leonidas counted the battlefield, and only two of Spartan's warriors were slightly wounded.

After a brief renovation, the enemy launched a second offensive, this time with Khorezmians who were mainly armed with bows and axes, and Thracian warriors in red cloaks, two of whom were very conspicuous, dressed in the magnificent robes of the Persian royal family, covered with scaly armor, and wearing pointed soft felt hats, these two were supposed to be two of Xerxes's siblings, Rokomers and Hyparancis.

Leonidas did not change the layout of the first round, although this attack was more fierce than the previous one, but the Spartan warriors relied on their powerful terrain and superior physical fitness to suppress the enemy's attack.

Xerxes's two siblings died under the spears of the Spartan warriors in the chaotic attack, and Xerxes, who oversaw the battle under the golden canopy, roared madly.

Jiu'er watched this tragic battle in the annals of history with cold eyes, the combat ability of the Spartan warriors was the strongest combat corps that Mo Jiu had ever seen, and the physical fitness of the warriors allowed Jiu'er to see the most attractive bodybuilding physique.

It's a pity, these perfect sons, today they will all die tragically at this historical moment, isn't this a tyrannical thing!

Suddenly, behind the Spartan camp, shouts rang out, and the Iron Cavalry resounded through half the sky.

Jiu'er sighed lightly: It's time to come or come!

The 10,000 Persian elite troops, the undead army, who came straight from behind the Hot Springs, jumped canyons, crossed streams, climbed cliffs, and pierced oak forests, which were close at hand at this time.

Hearing the shouts of slaughter behind them, the fighting Spartan warriors only hesitated for a moment, and then continued to fight, and there were no unexpected situations that caused confusion.

In the blink of an eye, the undead army had arrived in front of them, and quickly formed a front and rear attack with the Persian army attacking in front, and the Persian undead army rushing behind them threw their gorgeous robes into the air, revealing the shining Lin armor, holding long contradictory cards and bronze chain armor.

The undead army that Jiu'er saw today was also not the ugly image of the legend, but a young man with good looks and a strong body, and he did not wear any masks.

The leader was dressed in gold scale armor and wore a purple cloak that only nobles could wear; Under the white horse, wearing a golden horse chew and gorgeous horse clothes.

This person was extremely gorgeous, and he made a strange gesture into the air, which should have been a prayer ceremony before the battle of the undead army, and then urged the horse to quickly jump into the battlefield, and at the moment when this leader galloped over, his face was so startled that Jiu'er almost shouted-

Genno! Is it Genno!?

It's just that this "" is not the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Xuan Ye who met in the forest, it is the "real" Xuan Ye, the thick sword eyebrows go straight into the ears and temples, the round eyes are the sword light of the warrior, and the bright face is so kind, such Xuan Ye Jiu'er has not been seen for a long time, and it seems that he has never seen it.

Jiu'er rubbed his eyes and confirmed again, yes, it's really Xuanye himself.

Mo Jiu rushed towards Xuan Ye in the battlefield, not thinking about why Xuan Ye appeared here, a brisk leap in front of Xuan Ye, his right hand tightly grasped Xuan Ye's wrist, "Xuan Ye, why are you here?" You ......"

"What Xuanye, what is Xuanye, I am Masistas, the commander of the Persian royal cavalry."

It must have been that he didn't recognize himself, Jiu'er quickly took off his helmet and smiled at Xuan Ye innocently, "It's me, Mo Jiu!" ”

The one on the horse, his cold gaze did not change in the slightest, but the spear in his right hand stabbed straight at Jiu'er, "Is there no warrior in Greece?" Send a woman to battle!? ”

This spear did not leave a trace of friendship, Jiu'er hurriedly dodged, probably disdainful of fighting with women, this self-proclaimed Persian undead cavalry commander of Mastas entered a more intense battlefield, his one move and one style was by no means what Xuanye knew Jiu'er could do, but Jiu'er was sure that he was Xuanye.

If it is said that Theseus looks very much like Xuanye, and Cassander looks like Xuanye, then this Massistas is Xuanye himself, and no matter how powerful the commander is, he can't get rid of Xuanye's simple eyes.

After all, Jiu'er is a veteran of several lifetimes, and he quickly calmed down.

According to the experience of several lifetimes, Jiu'er should have encountered Xuanye's previous life this time, but he didn't expect this kid to have such a majestic life, Jiu'er chattered in his heart.

However, Massistas ended badly in the end, and in the Greco-Pop All-Out War after the Battle of Thermopylae, Massistas was killed in battle.

In the field of Masistas's death, the handsome face of the commander of the undead army made all the enemy Greek soldiers who fought with him regret, and even some Greek soldiers shed sad tears when they saw his face, and the soldiers of the Persian undead army were even more sad for the death of the commander, and rushed to the battlefield several times to snatch the commander's body, and the army's wail resounded through Peotia, where the Polish army was stationed at that time.

Jiu'er retracted his reverie thoughts, looked at the soldiers on both sides of the battlefield, and pounced on the Polish army at the pass from all sides, completely breaking the battle situation of the past few days, the spears of the 298 warriors of Sparta had been broken in the fighting, and the soldiers drew their swords and slashed at the Polish army, and some even fought hand-to-hand with the Polish army with their bare hands.

The narrowness of the pass restrained the all-out attack of the Polish army, and the officers with long whips kept spurring the soldiers of the city-states forward, and the swarming soldiers rushed into each other, and many of them stumbled and fell into the rough sea.

Jiu'er stared at Masistas on the battlefield, and secretly speculated in his heart, there was no encounter for no reason, since he let Xuanye's previous life meet him, then there must be follow-up things to happen, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Xuanye who came to the battlefield with him should be the Xuanye that Jiu'er knows in the current tense, but where did he go?

In the previous life, the original god appeared at the same time, and the two would backfire, could it be ......

Jiu'er didn't dare to think further, if it was true, he would lose Xuanye forever.