Ling Zifeng stood at the head of the city and looked at the enemy troops in the mountains and wilderness, secretly complaining in his heart, he thought that the war was too simple, thinking that these "new technologies" could at least hold off the Persians for a while and wait for reinforcements to arrive. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although time dragged on a little, it was far from enough, and he couldn't be blamed for it, after all, Ling Zifeng was just a military enthusiast before, and the real battle had only experienced the Battle of Hot Springs, and that time it was because the enemy had an idiot commander.

If he wants to fight in such a real large group army, he really has no experience, and the end of talking on paper is to put himself in danger.

Ling Zifeng was a little annoyed, he was really a little tender, he was really too simple to think about this kind of large-scale military formation, sometimes the numerical advantage was so obvious.

I can imagine why the king of Sparta didn't even care about his life, and had to guard the hot springs.

Ling Zifeng really wanted to escape from the city, hide first to save his life, but Mo Sandi came over and said impassionedly with red eyes: "Brother Ling, it seems that we are going to die here side by side." ”

When Ling Zifeng heard this, his heart moved slightly, and he thought of a plan that had been brewing for a long time.

He looks like a master along the way, if he runs away in a gray way at this time, then he can't say clearly, not to mention that the image of a master is ruined, and it is difficult to say that the scheduled teammates will be in vain.

Therefore, in terms of his own life and the choice of his master's image, Ling Zifeng only took a second to make a decision to stay and fight with Mo Sandi!!

Why? Isn't your own life heavier?

In fact, the reason is very simple, Ling Zifeng has already considered this aspect in his heart.

First of all, it is impossible for the Lord God to issue a mortal mission, which is fundamental, and the reason why the task is difficult is that people have to face it and overcome the difficulties and evolve.

Evasion and dodging are meaningless, because the main god's [Final Occupation Mission] is to seize the luck value, if Ling Zifeng escapes like this, his life can be temporarily saved.

But what about the occupation mission? Escaping will inevitably lose the relationships and momentum that he has worked so hard to accumulate, and even if he survives this time, what will he do later?

If you can't complete the occupation mission, you can't die in this plane?

On the other hand, looking at the current battle situation, although the Persians are about to break the city, it is not possible to do it in a short period of time if they really capture it, and the defensive measures arranged by Ling Zifeng are not completely useless, at least it has dragged on for a lot of time, and tens of thousands of enemies have been buried

Moreover, reinforcements are on the way, maybe they will arrive in the next moment, and if he runs away now, he will be really stupid.

So, Ling Zifeng did not hesitate, and also said righteously: "Momo, we fight the enemy side by side!" ”

The two immediately smiled heartily, and also joined the defenders at the head of the city, this seemingly dangerous act invisibly greatly increased Mo Sandi's favor for Ling Zifeng.

Risking one's own life for the favor of a dying person seems stupid, but whether it is really stupid or not depends on how time verifies.

The so-called cunning is not as good as being honest, no matter how clever the choice is, it will sometimes become a laughing stock, not to mention that Ling Zifeng has the task of [Final Occupation].

If you want to win luck as the protagonist, you have to show some of the protagonist's appearance, brush up on your cleverness to survive, just let him sentence him to life imprisonment in this plane.

So Ling Zifeng didn't think much about it, his figure flashed in front of an enemy, and the long sword slashed this person's thigh, cutting off his major artery, and the person screamed miserably on the ground.

Mo Sandi followed, throwing his knife out of his hand and piercing the throat of another Persian, who clutched his neck and tumbled to the lower wall.

"Boom" A bolt of lightning struck a nearby group of Persians, instantly turning them into a cloud of charcoal. A dark shadow skimmed past several Persians, and in an instant their heads detached from their necks.

The two were full of magic and swords, and the Persians who had reached the top of the city were slaughtered to the ground by them and the Babylonian defenders.

On the city wall here, there was a wail for a while.

The bloody battle lasted for a day and a night.

The Persians continued to pour into the walls, fearless of life and death, and of not weary.

However, a strong warrior will always get tired, and an invincible mage will run out of mana.

Ling Zifeng was already exhausted after a long night of fighting, and his depleted mana made him feel a burst of collapse, and his hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

The morning light of dawn sprinkled on the land, shining on a blood-red Shura region, and the people fighting for life and death on the land stopped for a while.

The Persian army had not yet broken the city, and they prepared to temporarily repair and retreat. But Ling Zifeng knew that the enemy would soon start a frantic attack again.

The enemy army repaired, and the Babylonians were given a temporary respite.

Facing the endless army, Ling Zifeng sighed in frustration: "Hey~ It seems that manpower will eventually be exhausted, and I don't know how strong it must be to be so that I can not be afraid of the threat of numbers." ”

Mo Sandi on the side asked weakly: "People, can you be strong to that extent?" ”

Ling Zifeng said weakly: "Naturally, I can't do it here, but in the place where I came, there must be this opportunity." ”

"Where are you from? Your hometown? Mo Sandi asked curiously, she thought for a while and then said: "Anyway, I only know that you are from the far east, and I have never heard you talk about your hometown, what kind of place is that?" ”

Hearing the beautiful woman's question, Ling Zifeng said with a wit: "That's not my hometown, but I can only live where for the time being, if we can survive this battle, would you like to go with me to see." ”

"I 。。。。。。" Mo Sandi was embarrassed for a while, thinking to herself, "Why did this guy make such an ambiguous request at such an inappropriate time, how should I answer him~ I 。。。。。 ”

Seeing Mo Sandi's hesitation, Ling Zifeng sighed and said, "Hey, I don't know if we can survive, I'm really a little abrupt。。。。。。 ”

Mo Sandi saw that he wanted to speak and stopped, and his heart suddenly throbbed. For some reason, she felt that if she refused Ling Zifeng's invitation, she would lose something very important.

So she pursed her lips and said firmly: "Brother Ling doesn't have to worry, as long as this battle is won, the Babylonian country will be stable, and I will 。。。。。。 ”

Before she could finish her sentence, there was a "bang" sound that moved the ground all day, and the Persian attack began again.

I saw that the already broken Babylonian city wall was hit by the trebuchet of the Persian army just now, and for a while, the gravel mixed with dust "fell", and this section of the city wall was about to crumble and collapse.

"Boom" ~ After the city wall was hit by a boulder again, it finally collapsed.

"The walls have fallen! Chong~" I don't know if it was the Persian who shouted, and in an instant, the Persian army was about to rush in, seeing that the city of Babylon was about to fall.

Suddenly, a blood-red appeared on the horizon of the West.

The blood-red reflects the rising sun, and it is beautiful to see it like fire, and this blood-red is the cloak of a warrior, and the warrior is Leonidas, the king of Babylon.

He stood on the western hill and watched the battlefield, and saw the Persian army like mountains and seas. Just like in front of Thermopylae, he was undaunted by the Persian army, and even a little excited.

Leonidas waved his hand behind him, and suddenly a large area of blood red appeared in the black sky, as if he was about to set the sky on fire, and the blood red was followed by a neatly arranged group of soldiers.

The Greek coalition, consisting of 20,000 Spartan warriors and 80,000 soldiers from other city-states, finally arrived.