The battlefield is always an extremely cruel place to fight

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The leather armor-clad scout of the general guard, he raised his head, looked directly into Aaron's eyes, panted and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, "My king, I have found an enemy invasion!" ”

After listening to the report of the scouts, the number of long-haired barbarians who invaded Sparta this time was about two hundred. Although the number is not large, it still makes Aaron feel a little dignified about it. All in all, this is the fifth day of continuous invasion by the long-haired barbarians since the event ceremony.

Grabbing the Spartan sword, Aaron couldn't help but wonder in his heart, "When did the long-haired barbarians become so crazy, not only for five days, but also in one day, they launched two or more invasions. ”

It's just that thinking about it now is obviously not the right time. And in Aaron's memory, Sparta had never encountered such an anomaly.

"Being invaded by multiple barbarian tribes at the same time, in batches at different times, such an event makes people feel weird at the same time, and at the same time, it also smells a trace of unusualness."

Aaron's eyes narrowed into a long, narrow slit, and the battle was imminent, and he could only stop thinking about it for the time being.

Around Sparta, there were many tribes of hairy barbarians.

And with Aaron's understanding of the long-haired barbarians, these long-haired barbarians, known as the bear people, are irascible and aggressive, and there is never harmony between tribes, and it is simply an impossible task to integrate them together.

"It seems that I can't think of any other good way for the time being except to resist the enemy, and everything will have to wait until tomorrow."

Aaron couldn't figure out the reason for this for the time being, especially at the moment, Sparta was at an important moment to harvest crops, and all the slaves, freemen, and Spartans were busy harvesting in the fields. In addition, it would take at least six days to harvest the wheat in the fields, even with all the labor, and today is the fifth day.

It's like a wet night, and you need to be protected from mosquito bites. At night, Aaron was always on his guard, ready to summon the Spartan Heavy Helmet to fend off an unknown number of hairy barbarians and stop them from destroying the crops.

In such a hot season, the bears only need to set a few fires to destroy half the hard work of the Spartan freedmen.

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

Ordinary Spartan reserves, only 100 combat morale. The elite Spartan helmet, on the other hand, is as high as 500 points. Looking at the huge morale of the battle, under the sanitation of fifty Spartan heavy helmets, as usual, Aaron picked up his sword and raised it above his head, except for a trace of exhaustion on his face.

Aaron's consistent pre-war mobilization, "Tell me, Spartans, where are our borders?" ”

The 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." ”

Fifty heavily armed Spartan hoplites, with their chests raised and their spears, shouted, "Woo! ――”

"Resist the enemy! Defend Sparta! Hearing Aaron's order, a puff of dust immediately rose from the feet of fifty Spartan hoplites.

Ten minutes later, Aaron led fifty Spartan heavy helmets and lurked in the wheat field at the very edge of the farmland, gently looking up at the trees in the distance.

The sun shines through the shade of the trees, revealing an unpredictable silence. After five minutes, the light and shadow shining between the leaves were generally looming from side to side, as if there were shadows moving rapidly in the forest.

"Roar! ――”

When the nostrils are facing upwards, a savage creature that walks upright on two legs like a normal human appears. The thick layer of yellow hair on his face and body, what else would a long-haired barbarian who was not called a bear people.

"Enemy morale 60 points!"

Such data is the usual garbage morale of the long-haired barbarians. In Aaron's memory, the morale of these scum never exceeded 80 points.

Seeing the figures of one long-haired barbarian after another, rushing out of the dense woods, Aaron's gaze began to show fierceness from now on.

Although it was not thousands of bears in front of him, for five consecutive days, he had been tense all the time, every day without interruption, to resist this small-scale barbarian invasion, which made Aaron feel severely physically and mentally exhausted, and at the same time, it was finally difficult to bear the annoyance that had been deliberately suppressed for a long time.

"Rush! Leave no prisoners! ”

This time, Aaron was really angry. Fifty Spartans in heavy helmets, hearing Aaron's order, immediately rushed out of the wheat field and threw their spears with precision. Then quickly pull out the sword from behind his waist. In the face of Spartan heavy helmets, the combat morale of the long-haired barbarians was often crushed at the touch of a touch after the red-haired barbarian's head hit the ground.

At this time, the purpose of the Spartan heavy helmet was no longer simply to defend against the enemy, but to kill without scruples.

So in the horizon, after some of the long-haired barbarians were stabbed by the thrown spears, the silent and resolute Spartan heavy helmet did not take the opportunity to cut their wailing throats. Instead, before the hairy barbarians were defeated, they continued to advance in order to stab more enemies.

"I want to run!"

Suddenly, seeing the yellow-haired barbarian running with a wounded leg, Aaron suddenly snorted with disdain, and quickly stepped forward, the Spartan sword in his hand slashed down without any skill. His sword was so fast and fast that the injured yellow-haired barbarian in front of him had no time to retreat or dodge to the side, so he had to take it with one arm.

Puff -

The substantial sound of the sharp blade slashing **, and the splashing of blood, made Aaron's eyes red and his brain hot. In the past six months, although Aaron has been accustomed to wailing and death, it is the first time that he has slashed with his own hands.

Hot blood spurted from the severed limbs of the hairy savage, spilling Aaron's face all over his body, and despite the burning pain in his eyes, Aaron endured it.

"The feeling of killing someone with a knife for the first time is nothing more than that."

Since we are on the battlefield at the moment, we must maintain a numb and tenacious heart, and ignore life, which is not something that can be practiced in a day or two.

didn't care about the discomfort of his eyes at all, after a moment of hot head, when the sword in Aaron's hand slashed out again, he suddenly moved his body forward, and with a quick wave of his arm, the whole process made Aaron disdain the head that was rolling on the ground behind him.

"Sparta-"

Under Aaron's gaze, when a Spartan roar began to erupt in front of his eyes, the Spartan heavy helmet's previously suppressed fighting enthusiasm had all been released, and it reached a boiling point in an instant.

The feet of the Spartan heavy helmet moved like lightning, and the two weapons of war sword and large shield were like a part of the body when they reached the hands of the Spartan heavy helmet. Sometimes, with a few quick and agile movements, they can slash an enemy's kneecap with a single swing of their wrist and a flick of their blade, or cut an artery in their thigh and bleed it.

When the most vivid red scene happens on the battlefield.

The Spartan heavy helmet jumped to his feet, exerted all his strength, roared the word 'Sparta', and fiercely split the head of the yellow-haired barbarian in half. When those white and red liquids squirt out, it basically renders everything in the horizon.

"Spartan heavy infantry, combat morale, 550 points!"

"Enemy morale, 10 points."

More than two hundred long-haired barbarians, except for a quarter that had been wiped out by spears at the beginning of the battle, after ten minutes of killing, most of them were either lying down or fleeing.

It makes sense that the combat morale of the Spartan Heavy Helmet will increase by 50 points, but Aaron is a little puzzled why the enemy morale still shows 10 points.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that behind his back, which should have been safe, he received a very heavy blow, which made Aaron's eyes blacken, and his body lost the strength to support it, and he flew forward at once.

Under the blow of this powerful force, he fell heavily in the grass, rolled a few times, and overwhelmed a weed, Aaron struggled to get up, but Aaron clearly felt that he was afraid that it would be difficult to do so, and there was an uncomfortable heaviness on his face, accompanied by a numb back. Even the corners of his mouth were covered with a trace of blood.

"Guard the King!"

The battlefield is always an extremely cruel place to fight.

Aaron felt that if it weren't for the quick reaction of the Spartan heavy helmet around him, or if he had always been very careful not to leave the protection range of the Spartan heavy helmet. Then, it is very likely that he was just now, and his skull was shattered by a punch from the red-haired barbarian who suddenly appeared.

Fortunately, just before the red-haired barbarian caught up and his fist fell again, about three or several Spartan swords chopped the red-haired barbarian's head into multiple fatal cuts in an instant.