The Spartans worshipped Ares, the god of war

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Walk into a rectangular plan columned enclosure with a two-pitched roof and a triangular gable at both ends, on which are beautifully painted in relief.

Regardless of whether you look at it horizontally or vertically, each column here looks to be properly scaled, full and straight, and the proportions of each part are also very symmetrical. All in all, the building is not only cheerful in style, but also has a large number of exquisite carvings to set off, and it is not ordinary and solemn in anyone's eyes.

A tall statue of Ares, the Greek god of war, stood there with a feather armor on his head, leather sleeves on his arms, and a bronze spear in his hand looking up at the sky.

At a glance, it is endowed with majesty, contempt, force, and magnificence. Ares, the god of war, is not only the only god believed in by the Spartans, but also the embodiment of the Spartans' martial spirit.

"Three months of hard work have finally not been in vain!"

With a long breath and a gentle movement of his sore lead-filled legs, the massive doorway was not just unusually tall in Aaron's eyes, but tall enough for the giant to pass through. Aaron stood here, looking up and down at the temple of the god of war, which took three months to build, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and finally sketched a trace of relief at the corner of his slightly resolute mouth.

Ares, the god of war, a real-life statue, looks so pleasing to the eye compared to the simple drawings carved on the wood chips.

"Hahahahaha! The temple of Ares, the great god of war, is finally inaugurated! At this moment, a strong Spartan warrior, with a look of ecstasy in his eyes, took the lead in raising the white wooden spear in his hand and let out a victorious roar all around, "Spartans, salute my king!" ”

"Whew!"

"Hail to Ares, the god of war!"

"Whew!"

"For the prosperity of Sparta!"

"Whew!"

"The Spartans belong to war!"

"Woohoo! Whew! Whew! Nearly twenty muscular Spartan infantry around them cheered together with a roar of victory.

The sound in my ears is inspiring. Although Aaron knew that Ares, the god of war, was the most hated of the Olympian gods, and he was described as "a bloodthirsty murderer and a conqueror of a defended castle". But the Spartans believed that he was a symbol of strength and power, and in the eyes of the Spartans, the thirst for murder and blood was not a disaster at all, but the privilege of the strong.

Warlike and tough, this is the immortal faith of the Spartans.

"The temple of Ares, the Greek god of war, is completed, and the morale in the territory is increased by 100 points."

"Architect Uria, skill proficiency level increased to level 3."

Witnessing the morale in the territory soar from 0 to 100 points, this not only increased the combat effectiveness of the Spartan infantry to a new level, but also made all the production in the territory get some efficiency bonuses. Secretly aware of the quiet changes that were taking place in the territory, Aaron ignored the data in his mind, he walked up to the architect Uria, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled encouragingly, "Good job Uria!" ”

Architect Uria moved embarrassedly, a happy smile blooming on his face, Aaron's encouragement and just casual physical contact made his loyalty rise from three stars to six stars.

Quietly observing the changes in the data on the architect Uria is probably an unexpected gain.

In fact, at this moment in Aaron's heart, he understands better than anyone that the so-called all-out war data is just a reference. It's man-made, and nothing will appear out of thin air in this very real Spartan village that is transitioning into town. For example, in the newly completed temple of Ares, the architect Uria could only be regarded as a designer and carver at best, polishing stones, transporting supplies back and forth every day, climbing up and down wooden frames, and the many Spartan villagers led by Aaron, and about 200 slaves captured from barbarian tribes.

"In the past six months, although every day has been very hard, I haven't slept a single night. But watching the Spartan village become prosperous and powerful day by day, it always feels like there is a lot of possibilities here. ”

Aaron grabbed a leather hydration bladder and opened the tight stopper. Take a sip of water in your mouth and can't bear to swallow it so quickly. While looking back at the newly completed temple, he silently comforted himself with these words.

"My king, I am willing to become a servant of the god of war Ares, and dedicate my life for free."

"My king, I am willing."

"I do, my king!"

The completion of the temple of Ares, the god of war, made Aaron stand behind three Spartan villagers who volunteered. Standing on the steps, Aaron turned around, the direct sunlight of noon made him squint his eyes slightly, and the silver pupils of his gaze were staring at the faces of the three Spartan villagers, and through observation, he found that the potential of the three people to become sacrifices was not high, none of them exceeded a pitiful two stars.

But judging from the enthusiasm emanating from the eyes of these three strong men, as well as their strong bodies, Aaron had no doubt that all three of them could become dutiful servants of the god of war. It's a pity that Aaron really needs more than that, there is only one place for the Divine Servant, and he needs a candidate with great potential who can become the God of War Sacrifice in the future through talent and hard work.

"My king, I ......"

At this time, a faint voice from the surrounding crowd reached Aaron's ears. Aaron followed the prestige, and the Spartan girl in his sight had a melon seed face, standing in the crowd with a cowering face. Her eyelashes were long and her eyes were large, and although there were a few mud marks on her face that looked like they had been stained in a vegetable patch, they still couldn't hide her fair skin and beautiful appearance. It's just that there was a hint of timidity and nervousness on her face, but it was an expression of disgust by the Spartans.

Aaron observed that the girl in his sight, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, was slender and slender. With such a physique, if she is the wife of a Spartan, she is obviously not qualified enough. The Siba people do not pay attention to the appearance of women, but pay great attention to their strong and plump figures. Spartan tradition is that a woman should marry after the age of fifteen, and the duty of a Spartan woman is to give birth to future Spartan warriors.

"Come forward."

Aaron's attention to a Spartan girl is not because of how beautiful she is, or because of any compassion. In this thriving village on its way to town, every Spartan had his own role to play. The reason why Aaron made such a move was only because he found that the potential of this girl's divine servant was as high as 9 stars. Despite the potential of these 9 stars, they are still gray imaginary stars. But in the whole Spartan village, it is also unique.

"What's your name?"

Standing in front of Aaron at close range, the girl seemed a little panicked. Under Aaron's silver eyes, her lips trembled, and she stopped talking.

"Stand still, Helot! Answer your name, my king! ”

Aaron raised his hand to stop the displeasure of the Spartan warriors. He handed the water bag in his hand forward, and while comforting the girl with a slight movement, he couldn't help but feel surprised by her identity as a 'black laborer'.

The village of Sparta under Aaron was divided into 3 ranks: 1 Helot. Most of the agricultural slaves owned by Sparta were made up of captives, and as far as Aaron knew, the only Helot slaves owned by Spartan villages were the 280 barbarians captured from the vicinity.

2 Periassi. Conquered freedmen without Spartan citizenship. Mainly engaged in farming, or engaged in artisanal and commercial work. The existing Piriaths in the Spartan villages, most of them were Helots. And the Helots seem to have been slaves of Sparta a long time ago. In the memories of the surrounding Helots, it seems that they had been distributed to the Spartans since childhood, plowing the fields for them; And the Spartans, as masters, could neither release nor sell them casually. Because these Shilots belonged to all of Sparta, only Aaron had the right to dispose of them. At present, there are more than 2,000 Helots in the entire Spartan village, of which there are significantly more male surnames than female surnames.

3 Spartans, citizens with full powers. Except for Aaron's orders or special needs, the Spartans generally did not engage in any productive labor, and relied entirely on the Helots and Periass for their provisions. The Spartans' land was cultivated by the Helots, and their handiwork was made by Perias. In addition to the more than 800 male surnames in Spartan villages, the number of the rest of the old and weak women and children is about 1,000.

"My name is Nosica, my king!"

His eyes rested on the girl's body and looked up and down, her clothes looked dirty, but the texture was better than that of the average Spartan. It can also be seen from the details such as her delicate fingers and fair skin that she has not been engaged in agricultural labor for a long time. In the Spartan villages, when was there such a black laborer? This puzzled Aaron, and he glanced at the Spartan infantry standing behind him.

"Go and call the elder in charge of the Heros."

After receiving Aaron's order, the burly Spartan infantryman, dressed in a red cloak, immediately trotted away, and after a while, he brought back a panting Spartan elder with a wooden slab in one hand and the hem of his clothes in the other.

(Because of the backwardness of production, most of the Spartans' clothing was very simple, and the men were directly naked, while the old men and women usually wrapped a few pieces of cloth around their bodies, and fixed them with pins where they could be easily dropped.) It's a simple and practical way to wear it, but it's also very generous. ）

"Elder Sparta, eight stars of loyalty. Civil administration executive capacity, five-star. ”

In Aaron's eyes, the Spartans respected the elderly, and in Spartan society, the elders who had passed the age of sixty were qualified enough to be selected as elders in charge of law and civil affairs. The Spartans' respect for the elders can be taken here as an extreme example, Aaron once witnessed that if a young man went to the toilet in a public toilet, and if an old man passed by and frowned because he hated the bad smell, the young Spartan was not allowed to get up, and he could not stand up until the old man left. In fact, there are many more examples like this, and each one of them is enough to illustrate the high social status of the old people of Sparta. But that was only for the average Spartan.

Aaron took the wooden slip from the hand of the elder in charge of Herod and glanced at it. From the third piece of wood, Aaron's eyebrows began to move slightly.

Two hundred and eighty captives of two long-haired barbarians, whose names are not known, are replaced only by numbers, one is not less. What really made Aaron tremble was that from the third and fourth pieces of wood, and even in the hands of the elders, there was a large stack of them, which were densely covered with the names of many Greeks, and even the Spartans had a few dozen. The total number of these black laborers of unknown origin is as high as 500.

"How did these black laborers come out?"

The solemnity between Aaron's eyebrows made the white-haired elder move uneasily, and only then did Aaron remember that he had ordered himself not to disturb him during this important period when the Temple of the God of War was about to be completed, unless there was an enemy invasion. All matters were settled by the deliberations of a few Spartan elders.

"My king, it was the scouts who found them on the coast of the Dead Sea in the north, and with them appeared three damaged oarsboats, said to have been shipwrecked. According to the decree of Sparta, without your disposal, then these people will be considered captives and become black laborers of Sparta. And...... By now, they had been reduced to black laborers, and had been trained and whipped for twenty days. So far, only obedient women with the surname Hei Laoshi have been able to move freely around the village. ”

Aaron had already spent time exploring the northern coast, which was probably the lowest body of water on land, with no life in the highly salty water, and very little even on land along the shores of the Dead Sea. Aaron had already carved out a salt pan there, because it was an inexhaustible reservoir of salt.

Due to the high concentration of salt water in the Dead Sea, it is very prone to floating. And the whole strange Dead Sea, its water depth is only two meters, and it will never exceed three meters. Shipwreck in a narrow inland Dead Sea, where does that begin? And then there is the origin and identity of these people, which is enough to make Aaron stunned like cold water under the scorching heat.

Because Aaron had long known that here, the continent under his feet, was a strange world at all, and it would not have any intersection with the so-called ancient Greek city-states at all. All of this can only be described in two words: weird.

Woo――――――

At that moment, a warning horn came from outside the village, interrupting Aaron's thoughts.

Aaron looked up, looking for prestige, staring at the scouts who were hurtling back from the direction of the farmland outside the village. It was the season when the crops were about to grow, and this was related to the food supply of the Spartan villages, and there was no room for sloppiness. This strange thing at hand, although it aroused Aaron's great curiosity, could only be put on hold for the time being.

"It must be those vile long-haired barbarians, Spartans, get ready to fight!"

Basically, before Aaron gave the order, the entire Spartan village was quickly mobilized.

Aaron relieved Nosica Haylaus of her status on the spot, and as a candidate for a servant of God, he temporarily handed her over to the elders.

At present, there are only twenty elite Spartan hoplites in Spartan villages. But for the Spartans, who were all soldiers, the Spartan man was already a reserve with military training as long as he was over seven years old. Undoubtedly, even the women of Sparta usually participated in races, javelin throwing, and even wrestling matches. (Sparta believed that only healthy mothers could give birth to healthy warriors, just as men were born to be warriors.) ）

When the eight hundred Spartans of different ages, armed with improvised shields and wooden spears, did not waste much time and were already assembled in front of Aaron's eyes.

As far as the eye could see, in the scorching heat of summer and the bitter cold of winter, every Spartan man was dressed in the same garment as his companions: a tunic and nothing else, not even shoes.

The conflict with the long-haired barbarians has been non-stop for half a year, since the last time they destroyed a long-haired tribe, and now that the harvest is imminent, Aaron guesses that this is their revenge, so the number of invaders must not be too small.

Aaron picked up his sword and raised it above his head. His pre-war mobilization consisted of only two sentences, one of which was, "Tell me, Spartans, where are our borders?" ”

The eight hundred Spartans replied in unison, "Where the spear is pointing!" ”

This is followed by the second sentence, "The battle is imminent, and the god of war is watching us." ”

Twenty heavily armed Spartan warriors in heavy helmets raised their chests and raised their spears and shouted, "Woo! ――”

"Resist the enemy!"

Hearing Aaron's order, a cloud of dust rose from the feet of the Spartans. The eight hundred Spartans were followed by more than a thousand of the Periassihirotes hastily assembled.

The weapons of these Piriassihilos were mostly farm tools and clubs, and they had no military training. They may be good at farming, but if they fight hand-to-hand combat, it is a one-sided slaughter. The strength and size of the long-haired barbarians cannot be measured by the eyes of the former world.

"The Spartan brigade, 832 soldiers, 100 combat morale."

"Spartan heavy infantry, twenty men, 500 points of combat morale."

The difference in morale between ordinary Spartans and Spartan heavy-helmeted warriors was as much as five times greater. But Aaron was not deterred by this, despite the fact that the long-haired barbarians were good at fighting and were numerous. But because of a famous Spartan saying, Aaron was full of confidence and even fearless.

"The Spartans never asked about the number of enemies, only where they were! ――”

Actually, to understand why the Spartans were not afraid of death. The Gentiles, if eligible, tasted the common Spartan ration, a special way of concocting food, a kind of black, blood-streaked broth, stirred with a mixture of dry food that tasted like a dead corpse. Just by taking a bite, you will definitely jokingly say, "Why are Spartans not afraid of death, they can already fully understand this thing after just one bite." ”

In Aaron's eyes, the Spartans' usual concise speaking style, as well as their coldness and bloodthirstiness, as well as their silence and hardness, are collectively referred to as ―――――― "Spartans".

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(The theme of all-out war, once、This is a stumbling block、It's also a pity.。 Today, I'll make amends! ）

(This book has been in preparation for a long time, but it has not been written until now.) The first chapter of the new book, that's it. I'm asking for recommendation votes from everyone, data is really important for a new book, please. ）