Half of the fruit from hard work is to be sent to the master's barnhouse.

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"Spartans...... What do you do? ”

Seeing someone break into their dwellings, the freedmen couldn't believe their eyes.

When he saw the bright sword blade and the fierce smile of the Spartan under the heavy helmet, he seemed to realize something, and the moment of his hurried hands was like a thunderbolt on the head on a sunny day, and his stiff body seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, and his hands groped in a panic, knocking down five or six bottles and cans on the wooden shelf.

"Y-what do you want to do?"

As he regressed, the freedmen stared at a pair of dilated pupils as the Spartan helmets approached.

The sharp blade was getting closer and closer, which made his whole body a little numb.

In every freeman's dwelling, there was an upright loom leaning against the wall. Spinning hemp and wool-like things, producing clothing.

In addition to looms, in this house, there are molds for the production of pottery. A freeman with a file in his hand, a Persian who came to Sparta through God-given trade.

In a panic, the Persians turned around and tried to get out.

From the perspective of the Spartan Heavy Helmet, the Persian's hair was so long that it almost blocked his eyes, and only through the gaps in his hair could he see two slightly frightened glances.

"Suffer death!" On the other hand, a battle-hardened Spartan warrior has an extreme cruelty, ruthless ferocity and bloodthirsty excitement in his gaze, and anyone who sees such a gaze will have a chilling chill oozing from the back of his spine.

Another Spartan warrior quietly and silently burst in from the outside and quickly pounced.

With little effort, he pierced the blade of his sword through the back of the Persian. Then he quickly drew his sword, and then, after hearing the other party's miserable scream, the blood on his body gushed out like a fountain.

Poof, with a sword from Lisso, he cut off the head. In an instant, the unprocessed yellow mud on the operating table was dyed red.

Walk out of the dimly lit house, with a bloodied head in one hand, the steps of a Spartan warrior. Heavy and steady.

At the same time, there was also a piece of wood that the Spartan warriors had found and handed it into Aaron's hands.

"Carrying an unbearable burden like a donkey."

"Subjected to violent oppression."

"The fruit of hard work."

"Half of it will be sent to the master's barnhouse."

Struggling to make out the scribbled handwriting on the wood chips, it was clear from this line that Aaron was right. This freedman. He's spreading discontent to others.

"The rise of the Spartan city-state was not easy to come by, such a lurking risk. It must be eradicated in a timely manner. Eyes flickered over the bloodied skull. Aaron's face looked calm and alert.

Aaron would not tolerate anyone's sabotage of the foundation of the empire he had created.

Where there is oppression, there will be resistance. From this incident, it can be seen that not everyone is suitable for Sparta.

Putting away the 'incriminating evidence' in his hand, there was a cloud-like and hazy murderous aura around Aaron's eyes. It seems unfathomable, mysterious, and cold.

"Go, kill all the Persians who have come to the kingdom of the god of war through the God-given trade. The Romans sent it to the training ground as sparring partners, the other Greeks. All were relegated to the rank of black labor slaves. ”

This commanding voice sounded unmistakable.

More and more Spartan heavy-helmeted warriors arrived in the Free Folk area.

In short, Aaron's order sounded more like a suppression of a riot. Although this did not happen!

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Sparta gave them the status of freemen and distributed a sufficient amount of food every day. But in exchange for only complaints...... Compared to these people, the dwarfs, who are timid by nature and are born to know only obedience, seem to have more potential to become free people. ”

Watch as more and more freedmen are being blasted out of the house by the Spartans and taken away in chains.

Aaron's eyes twitched at his sideburns, although only a few were rebellious. But he knew in his heart that as the Spartans waged war abroad, the burden on the freedmen might become heavier and heavier.

The Spartans were not producing, and in times of transition had to maintain absolute control over the freedmen and helots.

"There is no need to doubt that if you want to lead this empire, you must bloodily suppress the revolt of the freedmen and the helots, and strangle all risks in the cradle."

Commanding the Spartan warriors to break into the freedfolk area, Aaron's eyes became firm, "Because of this, the Spartans need an army that is strong, obedient, cruel, bloodthirsty, and courageous. ”

In Aaron's eyes, the Spartan boy, from the age of 7, demanded absolute obedience to his leader, and demanded increased courage, physical strength, and cruelty.

In order to train the children in obedience and patience, they were whipped once a year during their worship on festivals before they reached adulthood.

They knelt before the temple, and their fiery whips rained down, but they were not allowed to beg for mercy or shout.

Every citizen of the first class of Sparta was not only obliged to fight for the city-state, but also rose to the level of a right.

The law states that Spartan men are not allowed to engage in any other livelihood except the military, otherwise they will be reduced to slavery!

The Spartans admired the spirit of force, and the entire Spartan society was a large military camp with strict management. Arming a standard Spartan warrior costs about 100 pounds of metal, in addition to the time it takes to sharpen. It consists of a 2 to 3 meter spear, usually made of iron in the shape of a leaf, and the cuirass will become standard equipment.

"Compared to these freedmen of mixed blood and culture, the obedience and diligence of the gnomes are more beneficial to the Empire! Those brought in through the God-given trade are only fit to be slaves and consumed over time. Accustomed to blood, Aaron's face was not moved by the howls and riots around him.

Half an hour later, Aaron left the cleared freedmen area to inspect the current state of Sparta.

"My Emperor, the problem of food can last for a while, but the priest told us. With autumn coming to a fast end, this winter is going to be long. ”

The words of the Spartan elders were exactly what Aaron was thinking at the moment.

Therefore, in addition to the hoarding of heating materials such as wood, warm clothing for the winter is particularly important.

"Tell the trolls to start cutting down the timber immediately. Also, from among the gnomes, select 10,000 hard-working workers, give them the status of freemen, and immediately start storing supplies for winter clothing! ”

The Spartan elders received the order and engraved Aaron's command on the wooden slab with a knife and pen. And for Aaron, there are always a lot of internal affairs like this, like daily tasks, every day.

Sometimes, being a ruler is not as simple as conquering foreign countries and waging war.

Only prosperity and prosperity are the basis for the strong rise of an empire.

Abandoning the Greek style and wrapping the fluffy cotton garment seemed to protect the subjects from the long, bitter winter that was coming. The living clothes of the Siba people are mostly made of rectangular fabrics that are not cut or sewn, and are worn by basic methods such as draping, winding, special pins, and belts on the body, and are generally woven with materials such as wool or linen.

The human body looms in the clothes of nature, and the girls of Sparta are always endowed with a vivid look.

The winters in the Savage Continent are very cold, and this kind of overly revealing clothing is only suitable for other seasons.

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It was only after a night or two that the autumn frost began to cover the plains, and the cold snap was blocked on the eastern side of the splitting mountain for a short time, allowing the late autumn to soothe the plains for the last time.

Gnomes harvesting sparkling grapes. Passing through the vineyards inside the city walls, on a relatively high ground, a row of small houses enclosed a small courtyard - here was the new wine cellar of Sparta. A cool breeze blows, and from this direction, it always exudes an enticing fragrance.

Fruits, grains, olive oil, and wine were the four pillars of Sparta's agriculture.

In the current period of population explosion, the Spartan city-state must focus on and develop its own food production.

Standing on the wall near the city gate, Aaron's face was like moonlight, which made people feel a coldness. He stared squarely at the churning fog in the distance, slowly broken through by the midday daylight, gradually revealing a blue sky.

This face without resolute fairness, lined with a pair of silver eyeballs, looks like a stone statue when it is motionless. Thinking of the warning of the god of war's sacrifice, Aaron stared at the scene on the horizon, and the corners of his mouth said to himself, "This autumn, sure enough, passed quickly. Nosica's every foreshadow is always correct. ”

As far as the eye can see, the fertile land has been eroded by the climate, and the weeds that have been washed yellow by the autumn frost are like a virgin decorated with a golden veil, with a creamy yellow body exposed, dancing and swaying from side to side in the bleak autumn wind.

The autumn sun standing in the distance on the top of the mountain is like a mighty god of war, shaking off the blood-stained robe and splashing in the grass.

The waterfall is still rushing until the streams that seep into the bottom of the mountain are filled with countless ripples. Whimpering outward, from the past to the present, from the distant past, to the vast future.

"Winter is coming, so what should come should also come!"

Illuminated by the late autumn sun, Aaron's face glowed with a toned red glow.

At this moment, as if in response to his self-talk, a deep, distant beast roar suddenly entered his eardrums.

That's the west of the Spartan city-state, in the direction of the Bloodstained Grand Canyon!

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(Ask for a ticket!) (To be continued......)