Leonidas looked at several warriors who had already broken through too deep into the enemy, and hurriedly shouted: "Return to the team!" ”

The king of Sparta was not an idiot like Xerxes, and he was well aware of the flaws of his own ranks—too few in number. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Relying on the narrow terrain of Hot Springs, you can force the enemy to engage in hand-to-hand combat, and use the advantage of the terrain to eliminate the numerical advantage of the enemy's large army.

If you break out of the hot springs, you will be surrounded by the Persian army with your own little people, and you will immediately perish.

The king of Sparta gave the order to withdraw with great wisdom, but this order was still half a quarter too late for the young Spartan warrior who rushed to the front.

He rushed too far ahead, almost leaving the narrowest passage of the Hot Spring Pass.

The enemy king was an idiot, but the battle-hardened Persian soldiers were not necessarily idiots, and one of the brave cavalry commanders, who had long been hiding somewhere, seized the opportunity to charge.

The cavalry came behind the young warrior in a blink of an eye, drew his long knife and slashed it at the young warrior's neck.

The cavalry came so suddenly that even the young warrior didn't have time to turn around.

The general of the Spartan warriors shouted a reminder, and his voice was hoarse and miserable because of the exertion.

He had to, because the young warrior was his own son!

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to save his son.

The king next to him didn't have time to throw spears or flying swords, it was too late.

The long knives of the Persian cavalry had already touched the skin of the general's son's neck, and perhaps the next moment his head would fly with the blade.

However, this did not happen.

The Persian cavalry, wielding long knives, did not know what attack had hit, but broke off from the saddle and flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground, not knowing for a moment whether they were alive or dead.

The son of the Spartan general only reacted at this time, touching the blood oozing from his neck, but fortunately, it was only a shallow knife that cut a little bit of skin.

The Spartan general rushed forward with an arrow step, pulled his son, who thought he was dead, back into the camp, and blamed him.

Just as he was about to look for the hero who had saved his son just now to thank him, he saw Ling Zifeng on the side suddenly fall to the ground for some reason, foaming at the mouth and twitching his limbs.

Mo Sandi was also taken aback by his sudden situation, she only felt that Ling Zifeng beside her seemed to wave his wand at an extremely fast speed, and then he fell to the ground with a flash of white light.

Leonidas saw it more clearly than Mo Sandi, it turned out that at that moment just now, the general's son, who was supposed to die, was rescued by Ling Zifeng with an incredible reaction speed.

The king was very puzzled, he found that Ling Zifeng's momentum had changed sharply just now, and his pupils were suddenly dazed.

Then, with incredible speed, he unleashed a spell on the Persian knight and knocked him away.

And he himself immediately fell to the ground, convulsing.

When the king saw that Ling Zifeng was overturned, he hurriedly stepped forward to help Mo Sandi drag Ling Zifeng back to the camp and ordered his subordinates to treat him urgently.

Mo Sandi has quite good medical skills, and she hurriedly checked Ling Zifeng's condition.

At this glance, she couldn't help but gasp.

Because on Ling Zifeng's head, almost every pore of hair was bleeding.

Although the amount of blood was not large, there was too much bleeding, and in less than a moment, Ling Zifeng was dyed like Guan Erye.

Fortunately, he had stopped vomiting and convulsions, his breathing was rapid but not failing, and his life might be worry-free for the time being.

However, Mo Sandi had never seen this kind of injury, and she didn't know how to treat it, and Leonidas on the side also frowned and shook his head, saying that he didn't know how to treat Ling Zifeng either.

Fortunately, the Persian army was defeated again and would not attack again for the time being.

The crowd sent Ling Zifeng back to the rear and put him on a stretcher on a large rock.

Mo Sandi worriedly took care of her, looking at Ling Zifeng frowning for a while and excited for a while, as if she was having a nightmare.

。。。。。。

"Ahh

I don't know how long it took, Ling Zifeng woke up with a painful cry.

He struggled to sit up straight, but found that he had no strength at all, and the severe headache accompanied by the tingling and itching of his whole body made him cough uncontrollably.

With Mo Sandi's support, he finally sat up straight and leaned against the mountain wall.

Looking at the warriors around him, he said with some embarrassment: "Hehe... I didn't control it well... Almost hung up... ”

It turned out that Ling Zifeng had been preparing to rescue the general's son for a long time.

He had seen the plot of the story and knew that here the general's son would be killed.

So he wanted to change the plot again, try to make the situation as good as possible, and try to get luck as much as possible.

So, he had been focusing on the general's son from before, but he didn't expect that the moment he saw the Persian cavalry appear, he actually opened the genetic lock that he had been unable to open.

However, the genetic lock that was opened this time seemed to be only a "half-finished product", because he didn't notice that his body's stats were improving, only that strange battle instinct came to his mind.

Moreover, this time the battle instinct seems to be different from the last time.

He clearly remembered that the moment he saw the Persian knight appear, an area of his mind seemed to explode, and the blade that had been slashing down quickly became gradually slow, like a slow-motion replay.

The blade of the cavalry in his eyes slowly cut through the air, dragging out a white phantom, which was a strange but beautiful scene.

The strange and beautiful blade slashed at the young warrior's neck at a speed that was as slow as lightning.

He seemed to see the head of the general's son being cut off and flying.

The picture is a little blurry and unreal, it doesn't seem to happen, but it can be "seen" by him.

He didn't know why he felt this way, it was like a kind of foreknowledge.

He didn't feel this way when he opened the gene lock before, and he didn't know why, but he felt as if he could see the future.

He "saw" that the head of the general's son had been cut off, and there was no way to rescue him.

He "saw" that he had knocked the Persian knight away with incredible speed and saved the general's son.

But, whether it was saved or not, none of this happened at that time.

He just looked at these vague afterimages with an indescribable feeling, as if he saw countless possibilities on the trajectory of time.

He found the kind that could save the general's son from countless possibilities, just like finding the love poem written to Banhua in a textbook that he had forgotten for many years.

He did not hesitate to do so, and the general's son survived.

This feeling is like watching a movie and fast-forwarding, knowing the future plot early, but Ling Zifeng is not watching a "well-made movie", but a collection of countless possibilities in the future.

It's also like fast-forwarding countless movies.

This feeling made him very uncomfortable, and his brain hurt a lot, and he didn't know if he was used to this kind of backlash, or because the degree of gene lock opened this time was not high.

At this time, I was surprised to find that I had opened the gene lock, and I didn't die from being eaten back.

He touched the greasy blood on his face, only to find that his face was covered in blood and his body was weak.

The Spartan general found that Ling Zifeng had woken up, and he was grateful and brought his son over to thank him.

Leonidas also thanked and praised Ling Zifeng gratefully, and asked about his injuries with concern.

After the gene lock was reversed, his injuries had improved, but he still felt a little weak.

"I'm fine, just rest for a while~" He shook his head to signal that it didn't matter, and it would be okay to rest.

So the people rested on the spot and waited for the Persians to attack again.

Either because the Persians no longer had the morale to attack, or because they wanted to prepare for another expedition to find some strange legion, the afternoon passed, and the Persians never attacked again.

In the eyes of the Persians, the word "Thermopyla" meant the same thing as "hell", so no one dared to attack anymore, and they did not prepare those special legions.

The next day, it passed.

The originally established plot was forcibly changed by Ling Zifeng, and the Spartan general, who should have been heartbroken, was in high spirits at this time, because his son did not die.

However, the person he saved is not the main character of the plot, and he has neither obtained luck points nor reward points, so it seems that it is not so simple to get these.

Next to the campfire, King Leonidas gradually furrowed his brow.

They had been holding on for two days, and it was calculated that the large army assembled in the rear of Sparta should be on their way to the rear, and they would be here in two days.

If this continues, they only need to hold the hot springs for two more days.

Sure enough, good news came from the rear.

The queen of Sparta had already arrived at Thermopay with a large army, and they had traveled day and night, even faster than Leonidas had expected, and it would take only another day to reach Thermopylae.

The rousing news brought smiles to the king's face, and the Spartan warriors and Athenian reinforcements hugged each other and cheered.

The weak Ling Zifeng leaned against the cliff wall, drinking the medicine handed over by Mo Sandi, and when he heard the news, his heart was also extremely happy.

He couldn't help but think, "It seems that killing Xerxes is just around the corner." ”

However, they cheered happily and forgot about a very important person, the ugly hunchback deformed man.

After the second morning of the Assassin team sent by Mosandi, her heart hung in the air.

The more you worry about something, the more likely it is to happen.

It's like a girl who is worried that she won't be able to marry if she eats fat, but she can't withstand the temptation of Häagen-Dazs.

The news that everyone didn't want to hear came anyway.