"Your Majesty Guo Jia, what are you?" Carl Hughes saw Guo Jia wearing a helmet and couldn't help but ask his own questions.

"What else can I do, the Persian army has come, I, the king of Sparta, can't go over to fight, no matter how I say it." Guo Jia smiled and sorted out his armor, his meaning was very clear, that is, Guo Jia himself would personally go into battle.

In the past, he always felt that the most important thing in the battle between the two sides was the strength of the strategist, but no matter how you strategized, that sentence will be successful. There are many things that a strategist can't take into account, just like the current battle between Sparta and the Persians at Thermomph, a large part of the victory situation is still in favor of Persia.

This is also no way, after all, the Persians are numerous, and no matter how their forces are reduced, they are enough to hundreds of thousands, don't look at the fact that Sparta has established a great advantage in every war, but don't forget, every victory in the war will make their defense line retreat, and now it is even more serious, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the soldiers of Sparta have no way to retreat.

Sitting at Thermopylae, they were now left with only a strong fortress, but if the Persian king Xerxes did not become arrogant during that time, the Spartan soldiers would definitely face an extremely serious problem.

"Your Majesty, you don't have to go into battle yourself." For Carl Hughes, Guo Jia was the pillar of Sparta, and once he wanted to send troops in person, it was to fight the enemy to the death. Similarly, this problem was also calculated by Guo Jia.

Never die? Is there room for détente in Sparta and Persia now? And for some reason, Guo Jia now likes this feeling of going to the battlefield very much, and it is very happy to kill the enemy and raise his martial arts!

"No, Carl Hughes, you know me!" Guo Jia patted Carl Hughes on the shoulder, and his appearance was obviously to prevent Carl Hughes from continuing to speak. Guo Jia, on the other hand, was determined to have a pleasant war with the Persian soldiers.

"Okay. Your Majesty, be careful. Carl Hughes didn't offer to follow Guo Jia's words because he had his own tasks.

Today's Sparta is all one, and everyone has their own goals, big or small. Even Guo Jia is no exception.

"I'm going!" Guo Jia's face was covered by a heavy helmet, and he couldn't see his face clearly but could hear his tone clearly, and the king of Sparta was still so relaxed at this time.

The first detachment of the Persians had already come within range of the archers of the Spartan defenders, but the dark clouds above the fortress still did not release their arrows. Because their task was to stop the Persian archers.

Soon, the sun's rays were like a sharp sword unsheathed, sprinkling on the earth, and it became a witness to the war again, the sun hung over everyone's heads, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire battlefield, and the noon sun seemed piercing even in autumn. Sparta's Second Battle for Thermopylae began.

What the eye can see is the mighty army of the Persians.

Their vanguard was the first detachment sent by Xerxes, and they were obviously elite soldiers in solid armor, but they were already timid before they could fight. Frightened by Sparta's power, they no longer have the strength to fight them.

Facing this legion was the black soul of Sparta, the same pure armor was dazzling by the sun's rays, and the cold blade in his hand made the Persians fearful.

But these two are not the protagonists of this war. Behind them were the most powerful soldiers on both sides.

Xerxes of Persia amassed so many men that their entire Persian empire was persuaded or forcibly conscripted into this unprecedented war. It's even more interesting to look at them. Different peoples formed such a Persian army.

After the Persian vanguard team, there were teams of Persians and Medes in colorful gowns and scaly armor, carrying short swords and spears, and their defense and attack were not too strong, and they were more cannon fodder than forwards. On the left are Assyrians with steel helmets, flax shields, and sticks, their movements are neat, at least more neat than the Persians, and their movement is fast enough to outflank the enemy, but because they have no armor, these people are in front of Sparta as a blank sheet of paper that shoots at the sword. On the right are the Parthians and Phamizmi, who used bows and axes as their main weapons, and were not the main archers of Persia.

Then there were the Indians in robes, the Arabs in their waisted cloaks and a longbow on their right shoulder, the Ethiopians in leopard or lion skins and painted in red and white, bows made of palm trees, arrowheads made of flint and spears with antelope horns, and they were undoubtedly Persian cannon fodder, and it was a pity that they could not fight Sparta without discipline and defense. According to Guo Jia's words, these four words are used to describe them, you must know what kind of lineup these people will be if they give Guo Jia, but they have become consumables of this Greco-Persian war.

There were also Thracians, with fox skins on their heads, long brightly colored cloaks, and javelins and small shields in their hands; In addition, there were people of various ethnic groups of the Caucasus, whose hats and helmets were decorated with ox ears and held leather shields and short spears. These people followed the former step by step towards the hot spring pass guarded by Sparta, and they formed the first echelon of attacking Sparta, although the nearly 100,000 troops were disturbed, but the number could not be underestimated.

Behind them were a huge Persian native army, with new armor and helmets that wrapped them tightly, and the treatment of the same forcibly conscripted army was very different from that of the miscellaneous soldiers of the small city-states. It is not considered a neat queue, but there is no scattered, which shows the military discipline of the Persians. Even if it's not too harsh, it's strict.

The Persian soldiers were armed with sharp knives, and their spears were particularly sharp in their hands. They are the soldiers that Guo Jia needs to focus on. The third echelon of Persia was different, it was a dense crowd of archers, and the distance was too far to see the military allocation, but thinking of the round of arrow rain ordered by Xerxes made Guo Jia unable to ignore it. Thinking of the rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun, as Xerxes said, the arrows released by our archers can cover the sky, of course, Guo Jia didn't take Xerxes's words as a joke at first, and the moment he looked at the 100,000 army in his eyes, he was ready to fight them. Guo Jia's configuration of the dark cloud regiment is to give the Persian archers the most painful blow at the most critical moment of the war.

The white-knuckle battle began.

The soldiers on both sides have already met the enemy, the Black Soul Legion and the vanguard of Persia have already encountered, and they have dealt each other a sharp blade blow without saying a word.

I forgot to mention that although this vanguard team fell behind in the momentum of Sparta, they were the native army of the Persians after all, and the strong belief of great strength took root in their hearts, and this Spartan soldier was the same.

The two sides fought, the power of the Persian black soul was completely able to block, and even could be pushed flat, because the height of the armor made it difficult for them to cross this gap, the spear of the Spartan black soul was driven by their power to pierce the defense of the Persian vanguard legion, and the sharp spear broke through the Persian defense, like a sharp knife piercing white paper. And the Persians are not so simple, their weapons can only leave a white mark on the armor of the Black Soul Legion.

And the Black Soul soldiers who saw this scene were relieved, they rushed into the enemy formation as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and the situation changed greatly for a while, and now it seems that the Black Soul Legion is attacking other people's Persia, not that kind of defensive posture at all.

"Brothers, give me a wave of them!" Seeing this, Malfuriel immediately turned to the offensive and, without saying a word, ordered his soldiers to repel the vanguard of the Persians.

True, the Spartan warriors obeyed Malfuriel's orders, and they roared into the first round of attacks of the Persians, and the results were outstanding.

Their attack combined with their own momentum to beat the Persians to the ground, the destructive offensive was unstoppable by the Persians, the head fell to the ground between the hands and knives, and slowly before the follow-up army of the Persians, the Spartan soldiers once again made a sea of blood less than a few hundred meters in front of the Thermopylae fortress.

There was a heavy fishy smell wafting from the lake-shaped sea of blood, and it didn't take long for the plain in front of the entire fortress to become a sea of corpses and blood, and the terrifying appearance shocked everyone. The soldiers who were still fighting did not make any expressions, only those who were watching the battle from a distance showed different expressions.

The Spartan soldiers were excited and eager to try, and they stood in front of Thermopylae, gearing up to enter the war as soon as possible, and the Persians led by Xerxes were also panicked.

They had seen the power of Sparta, they had seen the labyrinth of the beach stained red with blood, and when they saw it again, they were still shocked, and a few of them had helplessness and numbness on their faces.

The Spartan defense, which was easy to impregnate, was now like this, and the Spartans were constantly devouring the power of their own side. I really don't know what Xerxes thinks, is he going to trade the lives of these people for an opportunity to drag down the strength of Sparta's soldiers. But isn't this a joke, the people of Sparta are obviously exuberant, and they have not shown any tiredness until now.

Did Xerxes have to throw all the soldiers of the small city-state that he had forcibly recruited into it before he could stop? No one knew what Xerxes, the pretentious son of heaven, was thinking, whether this arrogant, unreasonable, naïve king would defeat the Spartan soldiers, and where these hundreds of thousands of soldiers would go. No one knows what the future holds.

All they know is that another round of war is about to break out.