It's not about going to war, it's naturally about talking. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The king nodded, and ordered the general to take command of the troops for the time being, and he planned to go and meet the people to see what nonsense he had to say.

And he doesn't care if the enemy wants to negotiate or not, for them, a truce during negotiations can give the warriors a good breath and rest.

However, at this point in the fighting, the negotiators may have bad intentions.

It is not impossible that the enemy has the idea of assassinating the king at the negotiating table.

So the Spartan general cautiously dissuaded: "Your Majesty, you can't take the risk, let me go!" ”

The king did not look back, but continued to walk forward and said, "Don't worry brother, if they dare to assassinate me, Sparta will mobilize all of them, pray that they will be so stupid." ”

"If the enemy had been so stupid," thought to himself, "the future of this war would not have been too difficult, and it would have been a pipe dream for a few of them to assassinate him."

So he continued to eat his dry food and went to the Persians.

Before leaving the team, he turned around and added to the general with some funny playfulness: "Speaking of which, we are all civilized people, everyone should be civilized, talk about exchanges and cultures, right?" ”

Perhaps in order to reflect the "correctness" of the king's words, the general suddenly discovered that there was an enemy in the pile of enemy corpses who pretended to be dead and was not found.

He cocked his spear and thrust it cleanly.

With a "thud", the man's screams fell silent as blood spilled all over the ground.

The general looked down at the Persian, who could no longer die, and he pouted a little absently and replied, "Yes, my majesty!" You're right。。。。。。 ”

。。。。。。

Leonidas walked slowly out of the army alone, he did not fear for his own safety, he even wished that the enemy would assassinate him during the negotiations, because then Sparta would have a reason to send troops to avenge him.

Ling Zifeng and Mo Sandi in the rear watched the king walk towards the enemy, and they couldn't help but worry in their hearts.

But when they saw that there were only a dozen people coming from the other side, they gradually reassured, because a dozen Persians really didn't even count a dish under the Spartan king.

The two of them walked slowly forward for a distance so that they could see each other more clearly.

Suddenly, Ling Zifeng only felt that his sleeves were tight, as if he had been firmly grasped.

turned his head and found that it was Mo Sandi who grabbed him tightly with both hands.

Her eyes were staring into the distance, the fingertips of the beautiful assassin's orchid-like fingers were deep in Ling Zifeng's sleeves, and the exposed knuckles were faintly white because she used too much force.

Ling Zifeng looked at Mo Sandi, who was full of anxiety, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?" ”

He immediately noticed a behemoth in the distance, and couldn't help but secretly exclaim in his heart: "! Such a big chariot can't be Xerxes's king, right!? ”

It turned out that he followed Mo Sandi's line of sight and found that in front of Leonidas, there was a gorgeous, tall, extravagant, and extravagant king inlaid with gold and silver, shining and blind.

Needless to say, the person who can sit on such an exaggerated royal throne can only be the Persian king Xerxes himself.

Ling Zifeng glanced around and saw dozens of people struggling to carry Wang Bao, and several black and thin little boys surrounding Wang Bao.

He asked Mo Sandi with some uncertainty: "Miss Mo, this person is the Persian king Xerxes?!" ”

"That's right~"

"So, is your brother among these people?"

Mo Sandi withdrew her white hand, and said in a trembling voice: "It's right next to Wang Xuan!" That skinniest boy! ”

Ling Zifeng didn't see that there was burning anger and gentle love in Mo Sandi's eyes at the same time.

The anger must be that he wants to burn the tyrant on the king's throne, and Ai Lian is naturally the distress of his brother.

Ling Zifeng finally saw his mission goal, and from a distance of hundreds of meters, he could only see from a distance that the person sitting on Wang Ji was a bald man with an ugly and thin face.

Ling Zifeng couldn't help but sigh: "Oh yo yo ~ It turns out that Xerxes is even uglier than in the movie!" ”

Listening to this inexplicable emotion, Mo Sandi on the side asked inexplicably: "What is a movie?" Magic Portrait? You've seen Xerxes before? ”

Ling Zifeng found that he had actually slipped his mouth, and he was scared into a cold sweat.

The Lord of Time had warned him that he would let the characters discover his identity as a traverser before he had even captured the plane.

There is a high chance that this will cause the plane consciousness to reject him, and with his current strength, being rejected by the plane consciousness will definitely be dead!

He looked around in a panic to see if there would be a stone flying from the sky that would immediately smash him into pulp.

Fortunately, the imaginary stone did not appear, and he couldn't help but secretly call it lucky.

A little embarrassed, he smiled and said to Mo Sandi: "Ah... Haha, that's right, the movie is what we magicians call magic portraits, but it's a moving portrait. ”

This half-truth and half-truth made it difficult for Mo Sandi to distinguish the truth from the false for a while, and now was not the time to pursue these issues, so she had to choose to believe it.

Mo Sandi refocused her attention on Wang Bao in the distance, looking at Wang Bao getting closer and closer to Wang Bao and her younger brother next to Wang Bao, her mood was irrepressibly excited again.

In the distance, Leonidas looked at the gorgeous and exaggerated and cheesy king in front of him, and sneered in a low "hehe".

I don't know if it was because he was shocked by the extravagant means of transportation of the Persian king, or because he despised this kind of impractical pretending to be forced to the extreme, he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

The king of Sparta sneered, and there was another reason, because he saw a dark-skinned, bald man at the highest point of the king's throne.

The man was tall, seemingly a head taller than the stout Spartan warrior.

However, he was also thin, perhaps because of his extreme height, and his figure looked as thin as a telephone pole.

The bald man had a grim facial expression, and his body was covered with all kinds of expensive and luxurious clothes.

He looked down at the king of Sparta with majestic eyes, like an eagle in the sky looking at an inconspicuous hare on the ground, and he seemed to be going to kill the hare in the next moment.

Ling Zifeng only felt that this guy's aura was compelling, and his domineering side *** grid instantly seemed to be as high as the nine clouds.

In short, it gives people the feeling of high-end atmosphere and grade.

Before Xerxes, who was tall, could speak in a hurry, Leonidas, whom he regarded as a hare, spoke first with mockery:

"You must be Xerxes, I guess."

Xerxes on the king's hand walked down slowly, and Ling Zifeng saw it more clearly.

Only then did he realize that Xerxes was not only pretending to be imposing, but even the shape of the whole person was quite non-mainstream.

That's right, it's non-mainstream.

Because in addition to those exaggerated and luxurious ornaments, Xerxes's face, eyebrows, nostrils, ears, lips, and chin are densely packed with many large and small buckles.

Ling Zifeng looked at these large and small buckles, and felt that Xerxes's whole person was like a can.

Wrong! He suddenly thought in his heart: "There is only one ring in a can, and this guy has at least a dozen rings on his face." If it's a can, it's a fighter jet in a can. ”

He looked at Xerxes's non-mainstream shape, and couldn't help but say in his heart again: "Fortunately, he is bald, if this guy is dyed with yellow hair... I would definitely think that Xerxes was the non-mainstream who crossed over from his world. ”

Xerxes naturally wouldn't be non-mainstream, although his style was indeed a bit like that, but when he stepped down in front of Leonidas, a majestic aura arose.

He looked at Leonidas, who was a head shorter than him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Leonidas, let's reason. ”

This kind of thing has always been only a scene between civilized people, and for the two countries that are fighting each other so fiercely in front of them, I really don't know what other reason can be said.

However, Xerxes must have a deep meaning in opening with such a sentence at this time.

Only to hear him continue: "If a king as brave as you, and such a good army, were to be wiped out... It's a pity, and it's unwise. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and slowly gestured, and a fake smile appeared on his face.

It turned out that he wanted to try to convince the Spartans by being a lobbyist himself, but whether he really had the ability to have a three-inch tongue depends on what he said next.

Xerxes thought for a moment and continued: "It would be very unwise for you to be erased in the long river of history just because of a small misunderstanding, we have a lot of cultures to communicate, haven't you noticed... ”

Leonidas didn't wait for him to finish, and then happily interjected: "Hehe, I've been exchanging Spartan culture with you all morning. ”

The irony in this sentence was very obvious, and the Spartans and Persians exchanged only the culture of killing throughout the morning.

Indeed, of course, this is the only way to communicate with one's own enemies.

Otherwise, would he still want to hear the Spartans sing to the Persians?

Xerxes listened to his obvious taunts and didn't care, he was confident in his ability to persuade.

I saw him smile again, even if this smile was as unreal as Ling Zifeng's face as the woman of the Stick Country.

But he still praised it with a spring breeze on his face: "Your people are very special, even if they are still so arrogant in the face of total annihilation, but it is not a wise move to openly oppose me with this amount of troops." ”

Xerxes's words were obviously emotional, and although he didn't care about the three hundred Spartans, he was very confident in his diplomatic skills, and it was naturally best to be able to surrender the enemy without blood.

So, he paused and said proudly: "Don't think that I will be merciful because of the loss of men and horses in the morning, in order to win, I will never blink an eye when I lose my troops, imagine what the consequences will be if I am an enemy." ”

After analyzing the situation, it is naturally a threat, and this routine is always changing, but Xerxes does have the qualifications for this threat, at least in terms of the number of people on both sides.

However, Leonidas did not have this idea from the beginning, so he looked at Xerxes and replied disdainfully, "You don't care about the lives of your people, but I will fight to the death to protect my subordinates." ”

Ling Zifeng listened to this sentence and admired it in his heart.

No matter how powerful Xerxes is, in Leonidas's words, the sentiments of the two are high.

He thought to himself, "One does not blink an eye at the life and death of his people, and the other treats his subordinates like relatives, this may be the gap between the tyrant and the master." ”

Xerxes, impatient with the failure of his persuasion efforts, retracted his smile and said in a cold voice, "You Greeks are always proud of your reason. ”

"I suggest that you also use your own reason, think about the beautiful rivers and mountains that you swear to protect, as long as I want to, I can make them ruins."

"Think about the fate of your women。。。。。"

"Apparently you don't know our women." Leonidas rolled his eyes and preemptively said.