Spartans, unquestionable warriors

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In the meadows to the east of the village of Sparta, after the rainy season, a large patch of tempting mushrooms grew, but unfortunately it was trampled by the big feet of the hairy barbarians. Seeing that the farmland that was about to grow was about to be destroyed, the fearless Spartans raised their shields and spears and prepared to defend themselves against the invasion of the enemy.

The long-haired barbarians walk upright on their legs like normal humans, with an average height of nearly 3 meters, and are covered in long hair, red, yellow, and black. The social composition of the long-haired barbarians, of which the red-haired ones are the rarest, should be the nobles who call the shots. The number of yellow hairs is in the middle, and it belongs to the elite with infinite strength. Black fur is the most numerous, and it is the role of an ordinary soldier.

"Roar!"

In the horizon, the red-haired barbarian in front let out a strange roar of demonstration.

He held two barbed wooden sticks, and his two thick arms were pulled back, showing the Spartans its massive chest and its menacing roar.

It's a pity that the hard-working performance of the red-haired barbarians was directly ignored by the Spartans who didn't know how to appreciate it.

In the face of the threat of the red-haired barbarians, the Spartans only had the same expression, their unfazed faces were bland, except for silence, only silence remained.

"Enemy combat morale, fifty points."

The feeling of holding a sword always gives people an urge to kill. In Aaron's eyes, these behemoths with hairy faces are not defined as orangutans or savages because they know how to use weapons and have a certain amount of intelligence.

The 280 or so 'black laborers' who were captured earlier have confirmed this.

For half a year, Aaron had only twenty heavily armored infantrymen, and the most important reason why he was able to defeat these savage humanoids was to rely on the usual soldiers and the outrageously hard military training of the Spartan style.

Imagine that every Spartan youth over the age of fifteen had to be beaten by three adult Spartans every day, and half the time of leather whip phalanx training. If you haven't really experienced that kind of hardship, you may never understand what it means to be a good Spartan.

Take a deep breath and try to suppress that feeling of blood boiling and about to reach its peak. Aaron glanced at the number of long-haired barbarians, estimating that their number was about five or six hundred, which was less than expected, but it was basically a small tribe.

In the past six months, the reason why the long-haired barbarians have not gathered superior forces is because their tribes are not as united as they seem. On this plain, Aaron had long been accustomed to the bloody infighting of the long-haired barbarians. Whether it's because of food, or because of territory, sometimes it's just about fighting for a mate.

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"Spartans, phalanx!"

The life of every Spartan is precious, and there is no room for unnecessary sacrifice unless it is absolutely necessary.

After Aaron's decisive and loud order, the Spartans formed a squadron of 40 men and a squadron of 500 men, quickly forming a dense infantry phalanx.

Twenty Spartan heavily-helmeted warriors quickly merged into the phalanx, and together the front-row soldiers lay their spears flat and pointed forward.

The soldiers in the back line then erected their large shields, and the spears rested above the shoulders of the soldiers in the front row, thus quickly forming a wall of spears and shields.

The 500 men who formed the phalanx were all Spartans who were close to adulthood or had already reached adulthood. The remaining three hundred Spartans, who did not form a phalanx, mixed with the Shilots and served as the backbone of the reserves, were relatively young Spartan teenagers.

Aaron was under the protection of the reserves, following behind the Spartan phalanx. I have to admit that he has been busy with the management and construction of Spartan villages for half a year, thus abandoning his usual personal training, which he has made up his mind to make up for as soon as possible.

As for Aaron's general guard, it was far away from the edge of the battlefield, and it was only five or six horsemen on horses. So far, on the battlefield of killing, the so-called general guards, in addition to playing the role of ordinary scouts, are basically useless.

Knock knock knock......

As the battle began, some scattered strange roars couldn't help but rush out of the throat of the red-haired barbarian.

The scattered long-haired barbarians, as if they had finally heard the order to attack, launched a charge with muffled steps. Fifty meters, twenty meters, ten meters, five meters, when the long-haired barbarian was about to collide with the spear, from the silent silence of the Spartan phalanx, without warning, suddenly set off a wave of shocking sounds.

The Spartans were unquestionable warriors. Every Spartan in the phalanx has a will of steel!

Stepping on the battlefield with the Spartans, at this moment of blood soaring, you will be shocked to find that everything can really be separated.

Fighting side by side with the Spartans, there is a feeling called lofty. Under the blue sky, it seems that he no longer exists, only a heart, which is shaken all the time!

When the three words of Sparta resounded in the sky, please bring your eyes as bright as the sun and prepare to embrace this trembling world!

"Spartan !!"

Perhaps with the limited intelligence of the spear barbarian, it is impossible to imagine how great strength and courage these three words contain.

In fact, even Aaron didn't know how profound these three words were.

He only saw that the fighting spirit of the long-haired barbarians had dropped from fifty to a pitiful single digit at the moment of contact between the two sides. A few red-haired barbarians who were at the forefront of the charge were stabbed and crushed in an instant.

"Spartan !!"

The Spartans marched in unison, like a moving mountain, pressing down on the long-haired barbarians, who had lost their leader and began to rout, and completely crushed the enemy who tried to resist.

There are no complex changes, no subtle mechanisms, only shield advances, spears stabbed forward, and strict and tight team coordination is amazingly powerful, making opponents fearful and incapacitating opponents. And this is the Spartan phalanx.

"Spartan !!"

In the roar of the Spartans, it was not only a strong and sharp wall, but also a large and flexible net.

When the Spartan phalanx was launched and pushed forward, almost no one could break through the phalanx, not even the powerful yellow-haired barbarians.

If a part of the phalanx is broken by the enemy, the people behind will immediately replenish it without hesitation, so that there will be no confusion in the entire phalanx.

And when the enemy wants to retreat or break up, the phalanx can quickly turn into a large net to surround the enemy, or break them one by one, or encircle and annihilate them.

Aaron can summarize the organizational strategy of the Spartan phalanx as "scattered in gathering, scattered in gathering".

No matter what kind of impact it receives, it will not collapse; This is also a formidable formation for the opponent, in fact, in Aaron's impression, in almost every battle, the Spartan phalanx celebrates victory with the enemy's head and blood.

All in all, this is the foundation of the Spartan legend, a moving fortress, a killing machine.

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