The Spartans will kill in the shade!

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If it weren't for what Shajiu himself said, Aaron would probably never have known that "a stupid and ignorant barbarian tribe like the Hairy Barbarians would have their own supreme leader, the ruler of the plains and valleys, the king of the bears." "And the bear tribe that has been harassing Sparta for half a year is not as ridiculous as imagined.

Aaron finally understood, "The reason why Sparta has not been invaded by the long-haired barbarians on a large scale in the past six months is because those sparse small tribes on the plains, their blood, cannot be regarded as pure bear people at all. ”

As Describing 9 describes, "The small tribes scattered across the plains were to the chieftains, but they were wandering tribal exiles outside their jurisdiction." ”

"Can it only be counted as an outcast?" Such an answer made Aaron instinctively feel ridiculous. Looking at this Grand Canyon that seemed to have been split by a knife, an indescribable silence and mystery was deeply imprinted on his heart. Facing a powerful opponent, Aaron's heart stirred up a conquest that was burning like a fire**.

"The so-called orthodox and powerful Bear Chieftain tribe exists in this blood-stained canyon in front of you."

Sparta wants to determine the western border, wants to conquer the bear tribe once and for all, this Grand Canyon will be a major challenge for Aaron.

"Lord Augustus, you should order the slave regiment to stand in place and block the entrance to the canyon. Because these bear slaves, I'm afraid they won't be of any use. ”

If the slave regiment defected in front of the battle, it would be a serious consequence. After all, their overall morale is not even 100 points.

Descriptor's persuasion is certainly a well-intentioned reminder, but Aaron trusts his general more than a foreigner. And, in detail about the social structure of the bear clan, Aaron is no longer satisfied with the 9 outcast-like tribes, and his mind is no longer something that can be figured out casually.

"My king, the slave corps lacks training, and their combat effectiveness may be insufficient, but the military discipline of the slave corps, I vouch for the glory of my general."

The reason why the eagle can dominate the blue sky is because it has the will to keep forging ahead. The reason why the waves crash against the reef is because it has the courage to overcome fear.

The gaze in Kurush's eyes was moving, full of strength and confidence.

If Kulush's self-confidence and strength are an evergreen tree, then it must be watered by Aaron's affirmation and trust.

Although the slave corps only had a short training period of five or six days, and Aaron did not know the specific details, he believed that Kulush's ability, and his general's commanding power, were incomparable to even Kratos.

Aaron only moved his eyes for a moment, and then rejected Shoix's proposal. Such a slight action directly led to the change in the data on Kurush's body. "General Kulush, loyalty increased to 8 stars."

And with Aaron's nod, Kurushh will certainly not disappoint him. "Spartan Legion, forward!"

The proud horsehair helmet, indicating the glory and identity of the general, led a corps of thousands of people for the first time, and under Kurush's confident gaze, it shone brightly.

In Aaron's vision, Kurushh only raised his hand, and fifteen hundred slave regiments armed with wooden sticks and stone tools immediately continued to move forward in neat steps.

Fifteen hundred slaves played as strikers, which would basically eliminate Aaron's concerns. The Slave Corps did not count casualties, but could replenish them at any time as long as there was enough food.

But the elite strength of Sparta, three hundred and sixty Spartan heavily helmeted warriors, was not worth expending in ambushes and traps.

"My king! Today, Kratos will fight bloodily, and on this plain, there will be no other tribe but Sparta! If the enemy is rich, I will plunder the goods; If the enemy is poor, I will take glory by conquest. ”

Kratos' voice converged into a straight line and reached everyone's ears. Boosted the morale of the Spartan phalanx queue from 500 to 600.

No matter where he stands, his height of two meters is always eye-catching. Kratos' horsehair helmet and bright red coat resemble a flag.

If you want to wear a horsehair helmet and a red coat on your shoulders, and stand at the front of the phalanx, you must be a strong Spartan general.

This Spartan glory, so far, even Aaron is not qualified to receive.

Kratos defends the battlefield and defies all challenges. The data of 12-star weapon mastery and 12-star infantry combat mastery is enough to make him qualified to defy everything. Kratos' warrior glory, as he himself said, "On the battlefield of killing, I don't retreat, I just stand still!" ”

"Arrogant Spartan warriors, fighting in the canyon and fighting in the plains are different. Look at the cliffs on both sides, not only blocking the sun overhead, but also your body. Spartan general, put away your pride. ”

Aaron was slightly surprised when she had learned Greek, even though the syllables she uttered were still stiff.

However, when Aaron thought that the Spartan diplomat had the data of the language master, he realized that a strong language learning ability may also be a talent.

Listening to Shijiu's words, Kratos' rough cheek muscles sneered horizontally. "That's great, foreign woman, and you can witness to-day that the Spartans will kill in the shade. ――”

Kratos stepped past Shujiu's side, his back, with a touch of arrogance in the world, as if he had been walking alone in the world for thousands of years, which made people dare not look at him.

Shujiu and the nine-pigtailed warrior beside her, staring sideways, staring at Kratos's back, there was both awe and jealousy in his eyes, and the corners of Shujiu's mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, "Mad warrior, mad Spartan......"

"- Crazy? This is Sparta! The Spartan heavy-helmeted warrior at the end of the Spartan phalanx responded with a Spartan tone and contempt. So much so that the jealousy in the eyes of this foreign woman became more vigorous.

The tough Spartan warrior, Spartan language and civilization probably made Shujiu feel jealousy and envy that she had never felt before, and at the same time, it was the only hope in her heart.

Because only by working with Sparta can she be profitable, match the berserkers, and finally help herself and reclaim the lost tribal throne.

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At Kratos' side, Aaron stood on a red boulder and glanced at the canyon where there was nothing but grass and nothing else. A few scouts who went to find out, they followed the steep path, carefully climbed up, and finally reached the cliff.

Looking down from the top of the cliff, the army of nearly 2,000 people dispatched by Sparta this time looked like ants foraging for food, looking very small.

Half an hour later, Aaron received a scout report that was, "My king, this canyon stretches for tens of thousands of meters, and it seems that there is only one spot where there are signs of the activities of the bear people. Right in the heart of the Grand Canyon, half a day away. ”

There are several entrances to this canyon, and Aaron chose only one of the larger ones.

But it wasn't long before the bright red canyon was about to dye his heart red. Because whether it is a cliff or a dirt, it is simply the same color, and there is a pale red that converges into a bright red like blood.

The whole bright red canyon is like a piece of cloth put into a dye vat, the red is uniform and vivid!

Not only that, but Aaron found that the hot sun above his head was condescending, shining the canyon like a ruby, making him feel a little dizzy.

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