Mosanti looked at the corpse of the Persian and was a little shocked, and said in admiration: "It's all a knife to cut the throat, what a clean and neat method, so powerful!" ”

Ling Zifeng looked at the five Spartans who didn't even take a breath over there, and he admired it in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Thinking that maybe Guan Yu's courage in the novel to kill Huaxiong with warm wine is nothing more than that, it seems that these ancient people who rely on physical strength to fight are really not to be small.

The Spartans were world-renowned for their bravery and skill, and it was only natural that dealing with these Persians would be as easy as killing chickens.

Leonidas did not speak, he knew that it was nothing at all, and continued to direct the troops to build stone walls.

Ling Zifeng thought that maybe he would struggle to kill chickens, and these Persians would break like a piece of tofu in front of the Spartan warrior's knife.

I don't know why the difference in strength between them is so big, what is the reason for it?

The stone walls were piled higher and higher, and several Persian advance teams came from behind, but they were no more than a hundred.

So, naturally, this little tofu is just a side dish for the Spartans.

Ling Zifeng watched them kill happily, and immediately said to Mo Sandi beside him: "We also go over to help?" ”

Mo Sandi nodded and drew her dagger to follow him, and the two joined the fight.

Of course, the combat here is a bit boring and completely one-sided killing.

This small number of Persians was no match for the Spartans, and they were hacked to death and wounded by the Spartans in three strokes and five by two, and one by one they retreated and prepared to flee into the wilderness.

Ling Zifeng spotted the lone Persian, and the lightning arrow "crackled" and exploded and threw it directly.

With a muffled sound of "boom", the Persian fell to the ground in response, and was immediately paralyzed by electric shocks, and then was easily solved by Mo Sandi, who was waiting for an opportunity.

The two cooperated so tacitly, and soon the lone Persians were wiped out.

Ling Zifeng felt that this feeling of beating the water dog was very good, and the evil anger he had been aggrieved since he came to this world was also slightly expressed.

Seeing that the Persians were easily dealt with by the two of them, the Greek coalition was in awe of them a few more points.

Ling Zifeng couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, he knew that his magic level was very bad, very bad.

If he didn't do it with all his might, he wouldn't be able to do much damage at all; But if he did it with all his might, his mana couldn't last too long, and it was very embarrassing.

He couldn't help but secretly think in his heart, "Hey~ If my magic power was stronger, the Persians who were electrocuted just now would not just be unconscious, but would go to see God on the spot." ”

Ling Zifeng was a little confused, he thought that he had learned magic and was high-end, but when he came to this world, he realized that his poor magic was no different from juggling.

He hesitated, looking at Leonidas and the other Spartans' vigorous skills, and a little envious.

Thinking that if he could have such skills, he would not rely on his half-magic ability to make a living, and it would still take some excellent skills to struggle to survive in this dangerous reincarnation world.

I want to think about it, but he also knows that these abilities that rely on the body to fight cannot be learned by speaking, and it takes a long time of training to achieve something.

Thinking about these thoughts, Ling Zifeng returned to the back of the team and continued to help the team build the stone wall.

After a while, a group of non-military men from the Persian camp came to this direction carrying a strangely shaped palanquin.

said that this thing was a sedan chair because Ling Zifeng didn't know what other words to use to describe this strange thing.

The strange thing is that there is an even more strange thing sitting on top of the strange thing.

It was a comical-looking man with a strange helmet that looked like a bells and whistles, and it looked funny and ridiculous.

The man under the "night pot" is very dark, short and fat.

Ling Zifeng suddenly understood why this person used such a strange sedan chair to carry himself, because if he stood on the ground, he would be like a pumpkin and people would have to bow their heads in order to communicate with him "normally".

The strange man held the whip in his hand, and he asked in a strange voice:

"Which of you is the Commander? I am the king who rules the world ... The god of all gods... ”

Ling Zifeng couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, he thought, "Isn't it? This strange flower in front of you can't be Xerxes, right? It doesn't look like this in the movie! ”

I only heard the strange man continue: "I am the king of the gods... ”

"King of kings ... The Messenger ... ”

"With my supreme authority, I command you to go and call the commander to me!"

After Ling Zifeng heard what he said, he couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, "Lying in the groove is a messenger, you don't finish talking at one time, you are constipated!" The one who and hiccups is really a fighter in the weird. ”

The slander in his heart was funny, Ling Zifeng did look at this strange flower with great interest, and the other party also seemed to see Ling Zifeng staring at him.

He said to Ling Zifeng in an arrogant tone: "Listen, don't think that just a few of you can scare us away, there are our army all over the mountains and wilderness here. Don't expect this insignificant wall to stop us, it's like a pile of rotten wood in the eyes of our army. ”

"Vulnerable."

The strange messenger from Persia made a lot of nonsense in front of the hot springs, listening to him **** chattering for a long time, no one paid attention to him, and everyone continued to concentrate on building the wall.

There was an embarrassing silence in the field, of course, this embarrassment is the best slap in the face to the strange messenger, who is you!

The strange messenger looked at no one and was about to have a seizure.

At this time, out of nowhere, a Spartan, who had been carrying stones very hard, listened to the rambling of this strange messenger, and walked in front of this man with some boredom.

I saw that he silently pulled out the saber tied to his waist, jumped and flew onto the strange sedan chair, and the strange messenger was not slow to react, and raised the whip in his hand to draw it towards the Spartans.

Unfortunately, he was facing a Spartan, and the clash of lightning and flint "clicked" softly, and the hand of the strange messenger holding the whip was easily cut off by the Spartan warrior.

Holding his broken arm, he fell into the sedan chair and wailed: "My arm! My arm!!! How dare you 。。。。。。 ”

The Spartan interrupted him and said, "From now on it's not yours ~ I'm going to use the flesh and blood of your door to make mud for the walls." ”

The Spartan did what he said, and he did use his severed hand, which was still holding the whip, to shove it into the crevice of the stone wall.

Seeing him do so, the other busy Spartans also picked up the corpses of the Persians they had killed earlier and stuffed them into the cracks in the stone walls.

Finally, a stone wall of stone mixed with flesh and blood was completed.

Ling Zifeng was inexplicably frightened in his heart, looking at the bloody picture in front of him, there was a feeling of annoyance and nausea in his chest.

Thinking of the national anthem of his hometown, the lyrics in it are "Build our new Great Wall with our flesh and blood." This is clearly just a metaphor.

However, he didn't expect that one day he would actually see a wall made of flesh and blood.

Of course, this is not "our" flesh and blood, but the flesh and blood of the enemy.

After seeing too many of these bloody pictures, Ling Zifeng felt that he was already a little numb, but he turned his eyes and peeked at Mo Sandi, but his face was calm.

I really don't know what kind of life experience this beautiful little girl has, but she seems to be inherently immune to these bloody pictures.

The Spartans looked at the strange messengers who were still wailing in the palanquin, and the people who were shivering behind the palanquin.

He said in a loud voice, with some impatience: "Get out! Go back and tell Xerxes! He is dealing with free people! Not a slave! Get out of here before I change my mind! Otherwise, I'll pile you up on the wall!" ”

The strange messenger seemed to be a little crazy in pain at this time, he didn't turn around and ran, but said viciously: "Yes! You are not slaves, your family and children will become slaves, but you will not. ”

"Because you'll be dead by noon today!"

He took a deep breath of cold air and continued bitterly: "Thousands of Persian vassal states are attacking you one after another! Our rain of arrows will also block out the sun in front of the hot springs! ”

The Spartan grinned and said mockingly, "Cover the sky and the sun, just in the shade!" ”

The strange messenger looked at the crazy Spartans in front of him, and finally showed fear in his eyes, and he hurriedly called the people to turn around and flee despite the fact that his broken arm was still bleeding.

Ling Zifeng looked at this scene, and couldn't help but feel a little helpless in his heart.

It seems that the Spartans did not treat verbose fellows very much, it was their "fine tradition", as was the case before the king, and now the Spartan soldier is like this.

In the popular phrase, "I try not to BB if I can do it".

Leonidas didn't say a word the whole time, and he had the same idea in his heart, since he wanted to fight, he didn't need to talk nonsense.

Nonsense doesn't need to be said, but worries can't help but make arrangements in advance.

He asked the general beside him very solemnly, "Is there a path that can be detoured through Hot Spring Pass?" ”

The general replied in the affirmative: "No! My King! ”

The absence of a path proved that the rear was worry-free, which meant that the Persians could only confront them head-on from the Thermopylae, which was very advantageous to them.

Just when everyone was somewhat relieved to prepare for the onslaught of the Persian army, a gloomy voice came from behind the Hot Spring Pass.

"Your Majesty, there is indeed a path!"

"Just a little past the western ridge, it is an ancient shepherd's road, with which the Persians can outflank us."

The voice came out of a misshapen man in shabby Spartan armor and armed with a Spartan weapon.

His skin was wrinkled and hunched, his mouth full of black and yellow teeth staggered out of his lips, and he bent over and rolled his eyelids, how ugly and ugly he was, like the bell-ringer of the church bell tower in a world-famous book.

However, his deformed body is full of tangled muscles, and I don't know how many rigorous and arduous exercises he has undergone to have such a strong body.

When Ling Zifeng saw this person appear, he suddenly couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and thought, "Okay, just walked a strange flower and another strange flower, this is the wonderful flower blooming."

However, he clearly knew that the man in front of him was the same hateful fellow who later led the Persians to the back of the Spartan army, so he was vigilant.

The general was also alarmed when he saw that a man with such a strange appearance suddenly appeared in front of him and the king.

He instantly raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at the man, and said warningly, "Don't get any closer, monster!" ”

The hunchbacked man seemed to feel a little annoyed by the humiliation, but he still said calmly and solemnly: "Wise Your Majesty, I beg you to listen to me。。。。。。 ”

The general was a little impatient, interrupted him, and scolded loudly: "If you don't retreat, I'll stab you to death immediately!" ”