Night.

Hot Springs Seki.

Heavy bonfires, quiet starry skies.

A day of endless fighting left every Spartan elite with exhaustion on their faces, and Capton, who had lost his son, huddled alone in a corner, grief spreading throughout his body.

After repelling a wave of barbarians, a group of ancient Persian tribes playing with gunpowder came, Feng Chen saw in the rear that his Chinese ancestors' things were played by these two goods like throwing cannons, plus the death of Astinos, he was extremely unhappy, he rushed up to slaughter one after recovering a little, and withdrew under the cover of his teammates, and his heart was much smoother.

After a day of fruitlessness, Persia withdrew again, which made people feel ridiculous, and Feng Chen could think of how wonderful Xerxes's face was at this time.

And Sparta was also badly damaged, with less than fifty people left, most of them were wounded, and they were also wrapped in gauze, and the repair of the black light virus could not keep up with the injuries, and there were always new injuries to replace old ones.

However, these are all reasonable, the Arcadians have been withdrawn for more than a day, to Feng Chen's surprise, at this time, the Acadians who stayed behind the hidden path behind the Hot Springs, panting and bringing unfortunate news, the Persians have finally discovered the road.

After hearing the news, something broke in half in Feng Chen's heart, and the sword of Damocles finally fell, and tomorrow would be when the Persians surrounded them.

If the retreat at this time can have a way to live, but Feng Dust knows that Leonidas will not withdraw his troops.

Death is a glory, a supreme honor for them.

Feng Chen's angry fist slammed into the rock next to him, thinking that Persia would not know if he got rid of Ephialt by Xerxes's hand, but he suddenly found that the butterfly effect he brought about was slowly weakening, and at the same time, some places were changing.

From confiding the news of Theron's bribery to the Queen of Sparta, thinking that the Parliament would be persuaded by the Queen to send troops to Thermopylae, it seems impossible now, Leonidas made it clear the day before the Battle of Thermopylae, that Persia may buy off most of the members of the Diet, not only Theron.

and then followed the trail of Ephialt until he was killed, thinking that Xerxes would not know the path of Thermopylae, and that he could retreat even if he was defeated, but now it seems to be a fool's dream.

The appearance of the oracle is on par with his own strength, which is not in the plot of the original movie, which is also caused by himself.

thought that the fate of Xiaoxia could be changed, but he still became the commander of Persia, and the holy daughter of Angela Heratia was also lonely for ten years.

"She must hate me again now." Feng Chen looked at the starry sky from afar, remembering the last face before leaving, since he couldn't give her hope, why did he bring her despair? The position of the fear horse in his mind is blurred, sometimes he senses it, sometimes he doesn't feel it.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow it will all be over." A dry branch was thrown into the campfire, and in the flames the branch burned with a "crackling" sound, and the dust broke a branch, "I can't die here yet," he sat silently on the ground and fell into thought.

"I think I was thinking about how this main quest can end, the Persian withdrawal? Or did all 300 warriors die in battle? Or hold on for ten days? The first is clearly impossible, Persia will not withdraw its troops. He picked up another branch, broke it, and continued to meditate.

"The Three Hundred Warriors Death Mission is over, and my identity is also a member of the Three Hundred Warriors, if this condition is true, then it doesn't matter to me whether the main quest is completed or not. Then there is one last option, hold on for ten days! A gleam flashed in Feng Chen's eyes, "Now calculate, nine full days have passed since the beginning, then tomorrow night may be the last period for the end of the mission!" ”

Suddenly, a thought rose from the bottom of his heart, and Feng Chen's face became ugly and hesitant, "I have been ignoring a key factor before, that is, Leonidas, the king of Sparta, if I kill Leonidas now, then this will be the end of the mission!" Because as soon as Leonidas died, the goal of the mission was a dead letter! The war will naturally end! ”

"That's not right! And the mission requirements explain that all negative battles will be regarded as mission failure, once you do it to Leonidas, it will lead to mission failure, it seems that the only way to do it is to hold on! ”

Feng Chen felt that he had not committed suicide in this environment and could already give himself a passing grade, and if he could go back this time, he would definitely have a good meal, and then rest for a few days, and of course, bring Artemisia back to reality.

At this time, Leonidas looked into the distance at the pass of Thermopylae, with the vast starry sky above his head, he stood alone, the night wind lifted the tattered scarlet cloak behind him, he held his helmet in his arms, and was silent for a long time, a little, he turned around and broke the silence with a loud voice.

"We have lost many people, they are our brothers, friends, and even family members," Leonidas said with indescribable seriousness, as the king of Sparta, he led his troops to defend the country, but he could not bring everyone back, his face was full of madness and murderous intent.

"But we Spartans never give in! Never surrender! Tomorrow! We will drink together in hell! ”

All the Spartan elites got up after listening to Leonidas' speech and gathered around the campfire.

Their expressions were solemn, sacred and solemn, and they spoke in unison.

The whole hot spring resounded with their mournful and suppressed indescribable resolute voice.

The dark abyss, the embers of the bonfire

Let the gods bear witness that we are walking here

Fight fear, banish the shadows, and defend dignity

Give the night sky the morning sun, be free at the top of the sky, and embrace the glory of dawn

Our spears are invincible

Our shield is impregnable

Our will is rock solid

We are the dawn of darkness

The flames of winter

A beacon of storms

Mountains and rivers cracked, and the sun and moon dissipated

thereafter

Whether you live or die, abide by it

Courage endures and never retreats

Until the earth is everywhere there is a legend of our generation

Glory is my life

Freedom is my name!

"There should be three things in a man's life: glory, death, and hangover." Feng Chen's mind echoed the words of a certain pretending great swordsman, at this time, he looked at the Spartan who was drinking, and he could clearly feel the feelings in the heart of this great swordsman, he didn't say more, and toasted with Stelios, who had lost three fingers.

As for the main quest, there is, as long as you are happy.

……

The night is over.

The Persian army blocked the water around the Hot Springs, and all the cliffs were full of archers with bows, and the dense Persian infantry behind the Hot Springs Pass looked at the group of remnants of the defeated soldiers at the Hot Springs Pass with a murderous atmosphere, and even the surrounding beaches were neatly lined up by Persian cavalry.

The forty-three last of the Spartan elites used their shields to form an airtight fortress, and their eyes shone on it, reflecting a bleak silver-white color.

Dusty and Leonidas stood outside, he looked up, there was no way for him to escape, he was relieved, and he smiled.

"Look at this lineup, if I resist, I will die within a hundred breaths, exist, you can find a new host."

The presence did not answer his words, only the cold sea breeze caressing his face.

The pure chant of the distance and the aria of Heratia on a moonlit night resounded in Feng Chen's mind again, epic and tragic.

The Persian army in front of him dispersed, and Xerxes slowly walked out from behind in a magnificent chariot, and in front of him were countless undead army attendants.

"Leonidas, allow me to greet you." A Persian envoy fell from a nearby horse, and with 300 elite men and more than 2,000 Arcadians defending Thermopylae for three days, this courage was admirable even though it was an enemy.

But the enemy is the enemy after all, and if the tiger is not used for himself, how can there be any reason to let the tiger return to the mountain!

"Our King, Xerxes, King of kings, appreciates your Spartan bravery and fighting skill, and you may have a great backer, and in spite of your disrespect, blasphemy, and resistance to the great king, our king will forgive you, and for this the place where you fought will be yours, and Sparta will be more prosperous and prosperous, and you will be proclaimed king of Greece, and you will now lay down your arms and fall at the feet of the holy Xerxes."

At this moment, a figure emerged from the cavalry beside him, his noisy beard was tied with many golden ornaments, and his clothes were full of jewels, and he remembered that he was a soldier of the Greek coalition-Acadians, and at this time he was not filthy and ragged among the Arcadians, but all luxurious.

Seeing the Spartans beside Leonidas looking at him, and remembering the bravery of this Spartan on the battlefield, he looked ashamed and timid, and turned to Leonidas and persuaded:

"Stop, Leonidas, you can have endless glory, think about your own people, please!"

Silence, deathly silence, Leonidas ignored the words of the messenger, and he looked up at Xerxes high above.

In the early morning, there were patches of mist condensed on the sea, and at this moment, the wind blew them away, or dissipated them in the air, or dissipated in the sea.

Leonidas stared, he lowered his head, which he had never bowed, and a scarred hand took off Sparta's helmet, and that touch of mane fluttered in the wind.

Leaving it on the ground, the earth seemed unable to carry its weight, and the spears that drank countless blood were thrown to the ground, and the shields were discarded.

Then like a loser, he fell to his knees.

All the Persians had a happy look on their faces, and Xerxes raised his eyebrows, and his face was filled with unsurpassed arrogance and joy.

Only the dust and remnants of the Spartans knew that the direction was Sparta.

The Spartan warrior had only one kneel in his life, that is, to die, his wife, his children, his country, his people, and he could only tell them in this way that he could not return.

Feng Chen's eyes did not fluctuate at all, he looked at the traitor calmly and spoke indifferently.

"May you live forever."