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Wherever the sword crosses, the blood of the enemy will be sprayed everywhere, and the picture is cruel and beautiful.

Every time they blocked, it was to cut the enemy's artery in the next moment, and every time they slashed the blade, they finally landed impartially in the enemy's most likely place to bleed.

There is no fancy swinging of the sword and spear, but it seems so smooth and harmonious.

The blood of the enemy was rushing and flowing, lined with the sound of swords clattering and crashing, as if the Spartans were not fighting but dancing, a dance of death accompanied by blood and killing.

Ling Zifeng looked at the blood-colored cloak fluttering behind the Spartan warrior, and he thought to himself, "The color of these cloaks is actually so similar to the blood splashed in the field!" ”

Perhaps, their cloaks were stained red with blood.

Ling Zifeng sighed in his heart, this may be the kind of "violent aesthetics" that a certain director said.

Aesthetics or something, only a rookie like Ling Zifeng, who has seen the battlefield for the first time, will be in the mood to think about it stupidly.

Leodanis, who was able to fight well, would not have cared about this.

In his heart, only the enemy all fell and died, and could not stand up again.

That's the most beautiful picture.

The first wave of charging Persian troops was declining, and the remaining hundreds of men were already terrified.

One by one, they pushed and shoved and began to fall backwards, all wanting to get away from these killing gods who came out of the gates of hell.

The Spartan general looked at the frightened Persians, and he grinned happily and sneered: "They look a little thirsty." ”

"Then give them some water to drink!" Leonidas understood this seemingly nonsensical sentence, and he said knowingly.

After saying that, he shouted to the Spartan warriors behind him: "Push them into the sea!" ”

The Spartans took the order, set up a defensive formation, and pressed forward step by step, pushing the Persians, who were already frightened, and walked step by step towards the edge of the cliff by the sea.

Screams, roars, the sound of Persians falling to the sea.

After a few minutes, the battlefield returned to quiet.

The first wave of Persian troops attacking Thermopylae.

Annihilation ...

Ling Zifeng looked at the one-sided battle in front of him, and his heart was a little dazed.

He clearly remembered that when he first watched the movie "Spartan 300 Warriors", he only felt that these warriors were very fierce and domineering, and killing people was like cutting melons and vegetables.

Now that I have experienced this battle myself, it is a different feeling, and the words that are like a rainbow or something to describe the battle just now may seem a little inappropriate.

Ling Zifeng felt that the word "clean" was the most perfect description.

Clean, refers to the battlefield.

The hideous and terrifying severed limbs of the Persians covered the gravel scattered between the valleys, staining the blood stains of the valleys. Washing away the dust from the grain grains of Taniguchi for many years.

This scene is bloody and terrifying, but there is no enemy here who can stand up, so Ling Zifeng and the king of Sparta feel very clean.

Clean, also referring to the Spartans.

Their blades were stained with blood, their armor stained with blood, and their blood-red robes stained with blood.

However, almost all of this blood belonged to the enemy, and it was smeared all over their bodies under the brief killing just now, like totems, tattoos, and paintings, showing off the strength of their force and also showing the cleanliness of their killing methods.

While Ling Zifeng admired in his heart, he also secretly made up his mind.

In order to survive in the crisis-ridden reincarnation world, and in order to give yourself one more life-saving school, even just to be as handsome as the Spartans.

If he had the chance, he would have learned their killing skills from these handsome warriors.

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On the front line of the battlefield, the king of Sparta looked at the enemy who was pushed into the sea by them, and heard the general next to him panting slightly, and said plainly and simply:

"Victory."

The general nodded, and was about to arrange the next defensive task, when he suddenly found that the sky on the side of the Persians in the plains in the distance seemed to be a little abnormally gloomy, and Ling Zifeng in the rear also discovered this abnormal phenomenon.

The sky suddenly darkened, and it certainly wasn't some dark clouds.

Ling Zifeng knew what these glooms were, because he had seen this plot, and Leonidas in front of the battle also knew what these glooms were, because he was a Spartan who had experienced a hundred battles.

So, he calmly, succinctly and effectively issued the order:

"Concealment of the shield!".

At the same time that the Spartans had just squatted down and erected their shields, the gloom that was still in the sky flew to the sky above the hot springs in an instant, and the scorching sun was obscured in a blink of an eye.

The gloom overhead was like a dark cloud drifting from the sky, and the downpour was only for an instant.

Of course, if it was really just raining, the Spartans would not have been so careful, because countless feathered arrows were shot from the Persian army from the sky!

Ling Zifeng remembered that not long ago, the strange messenger who came in a strange sedan chair seemed to have said that their sky full of arrows would obscure the sun.

It seems that he did not exaggerate, the feathered arrows shot by the Persians really covered the sun! (See Chapter 15)

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

Countless clusters of arrows struck the Spartans' heavy shields, making a dull and unpleasant sound.

Like stubborn and stubborn stones in the sea, the Spartans were fearless in the face of arrows that came like great waves, and they raised their heavy shields and knelt on one knee, covering themselves tightly behind them.

The rain of arrows kept beating like waves, and it seemed that in the next second, it was going to swallow everyone in front of the hot springs.

The Spartans, however, were as tenacious as a reef, and could be submerged but could not be overturned.

Looking at this terrifying picture, Ling Zifeng couldn't help but sweat for the Spartan warriors in front of him.

Although he had read the plot and knew that the Spartans would definitely be fine, he began to feel uneasy when he looked at the feathered arrows that had never stopped in front of him.

It occurred to him that he seemed to have seen this kind of picture of the rain of arrows covering the sky and the sun somewhere, as if it were another movie.

A certain assassin in the movie who pretends to be a coercion finally kills the tyrant through all kinds of difficulties.

But I don't know if he didn't take medicine when he went out one day, he actually let go of the tyrant, but he was rushed to the rescue of the guards and shot into a hedgehog with a rain of arrows similar to that in front of him.

Ling Zifeng's mind didn't know which plane to drift to, but the Spartans in front of the battlefield didn't have such leisure.

They carefully hid behind their heavy shields and hid from the rain of arrows, and some of the old Spartan warriors cursed and cursed the Persians as a bad breed, and used such cowardly and cowardly tricks against their hundreds of men.

"Hahahaha"

A young Spartan warrior burst out laughing for no apparent reason.

He smiled heartily without scruples, and seemed to have encountered the happiest thing in his life.

The older Spartan warriors beside him raised their heavy shields and asked in annoyance, "What's so funny?" ”

The young warrior stopped smiling and said cheerfully: "Cover the sky and the sun, just take advantage of the shade!" ”

Ling Zifeng remembered that the Persian envoy threatened to say that "their arrows will cover the sun", and the Spartan warrior at that time replied: "Cover the sky and the sun, just to take advantage of the cold!" ”

Hearing the young warrior's arrogant response, all the Spartans, who were half-kneeling on the ground and struggling to support the rain of arrows, burst out laughing.

Their laughter was so confident and arrogant, and the morale that had been suppressed by the enemy's rain of arrows suddenly rose again, as if the stubborn reef in the ocean rose and fell, but never sank.

Leonidas also laughed heartily, and Ling Zifeng looked at them speechless for a while.

Thinking "These Spartans can laugh in the face of such a desperate situation, they are really a group of powerful and crazy guys, maybe it is this strength that makes them qualified for this madness." ”

The king laughed happily, not because he was crazy enough, but because he understood that the cowardly trick of the rain of arrows was completely a chicken rib for the Spartan battle array.

The rain of arrows may limit their movements, but it will never destroy their combat effectiveness.

Because they have a thick enough shield, and a good enough geography with their backs to the cliffs.

The salvo of feathered arrows seems to be fierce and sharp, but in fact, in order to cause a lot of damage, it first needs to have absolute suddenness and a relatively suitable battlefield environment.

The Persians threw feathered arrows from such a distance, and the Spartans were not blind and could have responded in advance.

Just raise their thick shields, and these arrows will turn into boring decorations on the shields.

As for the role of feather arrows in restricting movement, it is even more meaningless, the Spartans are fighting with their backs, and behind them is the hot spring pass.

They will not retreat, and they will not be able to retreat, and the battlefield will only be a hundred paces before the end of the battle.

This restriction was only effective against large army formations on open terrain.

For these Spartan warriors with their backs to the high mountain cliffs and heavy shields in their hands, there was no other substantive meaning except for allowing them to hide in the shade and laugh for a while.

Of course, if you look at it from the Spartans' side, this seemingly magnificent rain of arrows has also brought them a benefit.

The feathered arrows that filled the ground of the Thermopylae Pass invisibly erected another barrier in front of the pass, giving the Persians another layer of obstacles in their next attack, and it was their own thing.

Therefore, the Spartans laughed happily, and I really didn't know what kind of idiot the other party commanded the rain of arrows.

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It can be seen that the arrow rain in front of him is an idiot to launch the order, and it is not only the Spartan king in front of the hot springs.

At the same time, somewhere far behind the Persian formation.

Next to a magnificent, tall, extravagant king inlaid with gold and silver, there was a little black boy standing with his hands in his hands, and he looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

He held a silver disc full of delicate fruits, which looked like a little slave serving nobles, and he looked at the rain of arrows in the distance, and there was an indescribable look in his eyes.

As early as when the Persian army fired an overwhelming array of feathered arrows at the opposite side, the thin black boy had a look of disdain in his eyes, as if he was very ashamed of what the Persians had done.

In fact, only he knew that what he wanted to express in his eyes was not shamelessness, but a kind of contempt for the idiotic behavior of the commander of the Persian army.

The little boy had long expected that the rain of arrows would only play a role in the Spartan warriors, who were famous for their heavy shield formations, but he just didn't expect that Xerxes, as the commander of the Persian army, would be so idiotic.

He thought to himself, "This seemingly sharp rain of arrows in front of us will not only fail to kill the Spartans, but will give the Persian army an extra barrier of its own creation in the next attack, which is really worth the loss." ”

"Even because of this idiotic behavior, the popularity of the Persians has been greatly reduced again, and the real idiocy has reached the extreme."

He shook his head slightly, and continued to say to himself in his heart: "The first wave of the Persian army was actually resisted and killed by the Spartan warriors in some kind of uninteresting battle formation. ”

"This has planted a seed of fear in the hearts of the Persian army, and the morale has already been lost, in this case, instead of choosing to continue to attack the pass with numerical superiority and consume the enemy's physical strength, they will actually choose to use a rain of arrows to throw them!?"

"I really don't know how discouraged the Persian team would be in the hearts of the Persian team to see a rain of arrows of this magnitude that could not cause any damage to the enemy."

He shrugged his shoulders a little indifferently, thinking to himself that he was nothing more than a slave, and Xerxes had nothing to do with him no matter how idiotic he was.

So, he looked at the fruit on the plate boredly and was stunned.

These analyses should not seem to be in the brain of a young boy who is only thirteen or fourteen years old.

But this was indeed what he had just thought, and even some analysis of the morale of the troops, even the king of Sparta, Leonidas, could not make such an accurate judgment.

Who is this little boy? How can there be such age-appropriate wisdom?

A slave has such a sense of war and wisdom, and this slave is only thirteen or fourteen years old!

If these earth-shattering analyses in his little head were known to the big men on the battlefield, he would definitely be so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth and regarded him as a genius.

And if these contents were seen by Mo Sandi, who had been standing silently beside Ling Zifeng.

Then, she would be even more surprised.