His friend Dasus couldn't understand what he was doing, and now was not the time to wander, and the main force of the Persians was hurrying towards Thermopylae. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Especially after learning the bad news that the sea god drowned the vanguard, Xerxes the Great must be furious, and it won't be long before this place will become a place where the two great peoples of the East and the West are fighting, and with the beginning of the war, this place will inevitably become a purgatory on earth.

King Leonidas had his own plans, and he ordered the more than 900 serf soldiers to build stone walls on both wings of the Thermopylae, along with the dead bodies that had been salvaged and soaked in the sea overnight, along with the stones that had been brought in advance.

The stone walls were hastily piled up, and instead of using the cement for reinforcement, the swollen corpses were used as the cement, and they were mixed with the stones.

The workload saved a crucial step in making the cement, which made the project progress very fast.

It's just that the Spartan king's insistence on making everyone incomprehensible.

A stone wall of this magnitude does not play much of a protective role in front of a brave and skilled soldier.

What's more, the location of the wall is not in the usual belief that the level is important, and the wall is full of abysses.

Even Dassos couldn't understand what the old friend was doing, believing that he was completely wasting the physical strength of a soldier.

The soldiers brought by Leonidas did not have the slightest suspicion of their own king, not only the 900 serf soldiers, but also the 300 descendants of the guards did not hesitate at all, and resolutely carried out the king's orders.

The mercenaries were amazed from the sidelines, they naturally would not participate in such purely manual labor, not to mention that there were less than four hours before the real battle.

As the mercenaries rested and drank water, chatting about the violent and unusual tsunami of the previous night, a scout came at a gallop.

"What's the matter?" When Dassos saw the scouts he had arranged coming, he knew that something was wrong.

Sure enough, before the scout could speak, there was a piercing sound of leather whips in the distance, and an ugly shouting like a night owl: "Don't stop, stupid! ”

Looking into the distance, I saw a luan cart appearing from the mountain road that could only accommodate two carriages.

The cart was big enough for seven or eight people, but there was only a large, slightly dark-skinned fat man standing on it, whose complexion was more like a hybrid between black and white.

Under the cart, carried by eight sturdy slaves, they walked with difficulty, and their movements were a little sluggish, and they were served by the leather whip of the fat man on the cart.

He was accompanied by nearly a hundred servants, who looked strong but panicked in an area surrounded by Greek troops.

Especially when they saw the corpses that were inserted from **** to mouth by iron spears on both sides of the truth, and they were still wearing the clothes of Persian second-order soldiers, those servant soldiers could no longer hide the fear in their hearts.

The fat man dressed as a messenger on the cart seemed to be aware of the fear of his subordinates, and the leather whip danced more quickly and fiercely, constantly whipping the innocent slaves and the air, as if to vent the uneasiness in his heart: "Go forward for me, don't stop!" ”

Under the whipping of the Persian envoys, these servants finally did not walk past the tormenting rows of "laughing" corpses, and came to the Spartans who were **** their upper bodies and carrying stones to build walls.

"Stop me!" The Persian envoy gave an order, and the heavy cart could finally rest, and the eight slaves squatted down and put the cart down.

"Who is your commander?" Seeing that no one answered, the fat Persian envoy stood up from the seat of the cart, and the metal armor on his body made a pleasant jingling sound.

"I am the king of the ruling world, the god of gods, the messenger of the king of kings, Pahlavi. With my authority, I command you to go and call the commander to me. ”

The nine hundred serf soldiers were just that, except for stupidly looking at this guy who was completely different from his own nation in clothes and costumes, the remaining three hundred Spartan soldiers were all disdainful.

The Persian envoy Pahlavi didn't expect that his prestige was nowhere to play, and he couldn't help but be angry: "Listen, don't think that just a few of you can scare us away. The mountains are full of our sentinels, don't expect this insignificant stone wall to do anything, it's like a useless pile of rotten wood, vulnerable, and impossible to stop our ......."

He wanted to bluff, but he casually glanced at the pile of stone walls that were being piled up.

Suddenly, the sight before him made the well-informed Persian envoy swallow all the words that followed.

For he saw in the messy stone walls the corpses of richly dressed Persian officers, which were now part of the "insignificant stone walls."

That's when Pahlavi could smell the stench of corpses in the air, which he had thought was a "laugh" from the side of the road.

Flies swirled around the corpses, and there was a pleasant buzzing sound everywhere.

Pahlavi was stunned, he was not afraid, but completely angry!

These were the most elite second-order soldiers in Persia, but now they have become the targets of wanton insults and expose their bodies in front of them.

He paid too much attention to his companion in the stone wall, and did not notice a handsome and capable Spartan warrior picking up his sword on the ground, and then said, "Our ancestors built this wall with the stones of our motherland Greece, and we will show our skills a little and grab a few of your elite soldiers to make cement." ”

"You will pay for the barbarism!" The embarrassed Persian envoy could no longer contain the anger in his heart, and he waved his arm and was about to whip it.

When a reincarnation saw the killing point in the main quest in front of him, he immediately struck, and with one leap, he jumped to the back of the Persian messenger, ready to deliver a fatal blow to him.

The handsome Spartan warrior saw that someone had already made a move, but he did not move—he did not want to take advantage of the danger, which was the basis of Sparta's pride.

The Persian envoy Pahlavi did not seem to notice that anyone was sneaking up from behind, and still flicked his arms and crushed the power of the whip to the limit.

The reincarnation was overjoyed when he saw the situation, although he did not regard the Persian envoy as a fierce opponent, he could know that a character of this level would not be simple.

But in the next second, the blood that should have spurted out from Pahlavi's back did not appear, but the reincarnation stood still in mid-air.

"Bastard, you've found out ......," the reincarnation shouted, about to make a final counterattack.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the Persian envoy's mouth: "Barbarian, let you see the horror of my Pahlavi's bursting whip!" ”

Before the reincarnation could see the other party make a move, the skin and flesh of his whole body suddenly opened, and blood burst out from countless wounds. (To be continued.) )