-- Either you come back with your shield, or you die on the battlefield.

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"Phalanx!"

A Spartan roar resounded through the blood-stained Grand Canyon, deep into the eardrums of everyone on the battlefield. Kratos let out a cold tiger roar, and the red daze that flew like a flag, like a touch of real red lightning, passed through everyone's field of vision.

On one side of the pass, it is a narrow steep slope that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Relying on the advantageous terrain here, it is just conducive to the play of the Spartan phalanx.

In the horizon, from the low-lying part of the canyon, countless Green Bear warriors roared, layer by layer like a whirlwind, endlessly.

Three hundred and sixty Spartan Heavy Helmets followed in Kratos' footsteps, and quickly reorganized the Spartan phalanx with rapid steps.

The shadows of the bears were all shaking in front of him, and for a moment, Aaron felt the sound of iron pieces in his ears.

Hum――――

It all seemed to come too suddenly, but it felt like the right time.

My mind was blank, and I couldn't see where the right direction was. The strong sense of crowding and collision puts a person in the gap where it is not a retreat.

"But, no matter what, you can't go back." Aaron admonished himself. He gritted his teeth, passed his left arm through the armband in the middle of the shield, and held the rope on the right side of the shield with his left hand, in order to use all his strength to thrust forward while one hand was firmly in the shield.

Despite the relative safety of the Spartan phalanx, he and Kurushh still had half of their feet sunk deep into the dirt. From this, you can imagine what kind of endurance the Spartan heavy helmets located in the first few rows of the phalanx have.

The brute strength of the bear warriors is not trivial, not to mention, the Spartan phalanx is facing not just a handful of enemies at this moment, but tens of thousands.

At the beginning, in the small steps of the whole phalanx regressing, Aaron had a deep feeling, as if his own strength had been exhausted, and let this paralysis fill his nerves, because he was powerless to struggle, and at this time Aaron even had an illusion in his consciousness that as long as one person fled, he would definitely follow the footsteps of the other party.

Fight in a phalanx for the first time.

At this moment, in the face of the huge pressure, my mind collapsed to the extreme.

However, after receiving many trainings, Aaron finally held on to a trace of solemnity, quietly feeling the unity of the phalanx as a whole, and feeling that every Spartan warrior around him brought him a strong perseverance and determination.

"Spartans, the shield is the source of our strength. Remember, every Spartan has to protect the person on his left, from the neck to the leg. As long as there is a loophole, we will be defeated! ”

At the moment when the bear warriors collided violently, just as Kratos stared at the heavy helmet and gritted his teeth and reminded loudly, the brass shield was the life guarantee of the Spartan warriors, and it was the last line of defense to hold the phalanx.

Shield, which can not only defend against enemy spears, swords, and arrows in the first place, but also ram enemies, and even serve as a stretcher for friends to carry home after dying in battle.

Start at the far left end of the closed phalanx. When attacking, each Spartan warrior's large shield will protect the warrior on his left, and it takes considerable strength and physical strength, including judgment, to develop this tactic. And such talents, in addition to acquired efforts, innate ingredients are often indispensable.

So, the Spartans kept only those good offspring. (The Spartans put their born children in wine and threw them away as soon as their bodies trembled.) ）

When defending, the front two rows defend, and the back is pierced with spears.

"Open--now--push!"

When Kratos roared and attacked, basically every Spartan warrior had a hideous face, gritted his teeth and used up all his strength, and when this follow-up explosive power was used to the extreme, Aaron couldn't help but wonder if his chest would burst open. All he heard was a 'whoosh', and the shields of the Spartan helmets in the front rows jerked upward.

The first two rows of brass shields opened and closed, and in the frightened sight of the bear warriors, they suddenly stabbed out dense and countless spear blades, and because they couldn't dodge, they could only watch the dark cold light sink into their bodies, and a piece of flesh and blood flew sideways. When they reacted and raised their weapons back, the shields of the phalanx closed back together.

"Bang Bang ......"

Crazy percussions, one after another, sultry, restless.

In the face of the well-defended Spartan phalanx, brute force was basically useless. The narrow front of the bear warriors is too crowded and chaotic. Their clumsy way of attacking, falling on the shield of the Spartan phalanx, was not at all painful.

Kill in the shade of the canyon and the shield! The Spartan phalanx, which had the advantage of terrain, showed well-trained combat skills.

The spear indirectly thrusts, and the shield closes repeatedly. Uniform, without a single loophole.

The Spartan phalanx once again destroyed the enemy's onslaught, and seeing the enemy's battle morale close to rout, Aaron raised his head sharply and shouted, "Advance!" ”

Hearing the order from the rear, Kratos took the lead, and three hundred and sixty Spartan heavy helmets, one by one, like fierce tigers and lions, pounced on the enemy with hideous faces. They were condescending, and the spears they wielded were much more powerful than the rudimentary and messy iron tools.

Fearless and unrelenting.

The Spartan hoplites, the image of the almost obliterated surname, has itself been highly solidified into a symbol. Bravery, honor, and courage......

When the phalanx's attack reaches its peak, it is often an awe-inspiring and eerie spectacle.

The Spartan warriors blocked the onslaught of the three thousand bear warriors with a seamless formation, and without the slightest hesitation, calmly and calmly guarded the danger. When Aaron gave the order, they went down the mountain again, shattering the last shred of hope of the enemy, causing hundreds of bears on the steep slope to flee.

"The morale of the Spartan phalanx continues to increase, 600 points, 700 points, 800 points, 900 points!"

The data is close to 1000 points and is about to explode, and the scenes in front of him make Aaron's mind constantly recall the last words of the Spartan warrior when he went to the battlefield.

"Even if I die, God of War willing! Please keep my corpse on the shield! ”

"Only then, in the Temple of Eternal Glory, will I receive another shield as good as it."

Aaron, however, has a harder time forgetting a Spartan mother's parting words to her son. "Either you come back with your shield, or you die in battle."

Bright red blood splattered before the eyes of the warriors. The extension of the blade and spear, is the tip of the tongue of a grim reaper, tasting the blood of the enemy with the heart, stripping the soul of the loser from the body. Occupying the favorable terrain, the Spartan phalanx repelled three attacks of the bear tribe in a row, and in this narrow battlefield of flesh and blood, three far-reaching roars echoed in the sky overhead.

Aaron seemed to see that the King of the Bear Clan, the ruler of the Bear Tribe's Gorge, stood up from his throne three times, frowning, shaking his beard, and roaring in anger.

"The Spartans are destined for the battlefield, and every Spartan warrior, sooner or later, will wash his face in the morning, and in the evening he will go to hell with his robes. But such a feat would never happen today, because, today! The enemy we are facing is a bunch of useless!! ”

Not only Kratos, but also Aaron, and every Spartan heavy helmet, had turned purple red on their cheeks, bruises erupted, and sweat fell from their foreheads.

But seeing the dense crowd of bear warriors, they retreated down the steep slope in horror and threw away the weapons in their hands indiscriminately, as if they had just encountered a catastrophe.

Panting heavily, every Spartan warrior had a war drum in his chest, which continued to beat the rapid sound of "dong dong dong". Although the Spartan warriors were covered in a thick layer of blood scabs over and over again, the thrill of glory was about to drown people's souls and suffocate people.

Hot sweat broke out in the palms of his hands, mixed with the viscous blood, making the spears in his hands slip. His face was covered with blood, so that Aaron couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or his own.

At this moment, he could not calm himself, only a burst of Spartan roars, surging out of the hot air currents that he could not calm down, and were about to swell.

This feeling of churning blood, except for looking for a target to kill, is almost overwhelming.

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