Chu Ci didn't know that Leonidas had given up on the Hot Springs Pass, and wanted to find himself to fight for his life, and he didn't know that Xerxes had chosen not to attack the Hot Springs Pass very strangely, but instead grabbed a hunchbacked freak who was discarded by Leonidas, and sent the most elite 10,000 undead army and 50,000 demonized monster armies to bypass the Shepherd Ancient Road, and also marched towards the interior of Greece.

The Three Thousand Black Blade Knights rested in the Aldens Canyon, and Chu Ci hurried to press the assembly line, replenish the armor weapons and ammunition, and charge the magic core in the death knight's body.

Five hundred miles away were more than 400 Spartan grief and grief soldiers, who magically found a large pile of white cloth belts out of nowhere, tied with white belts one by one, and vowed to take revenge!

Within ten miles of Sparta's left flank was the 60,000 Persian elite army, Xerxes stepped down from his golden throne, wearing a golden battle suit and carrying a golden battle axe in both hands, and rode on the most powerful monster in Persian mythology, the dragon Modahaka.

Twenty miles on the right flank was a coalition of 50,000 remnants of Greece that had been furious by the war in the heart of Greece, led by a young man, as vigorous as a leopard, with a long-horned bow in his hand, with curved blades on both sides of the bow, which was pitch black, as if coated with poison, and the young man's eyes were also full of hatred and anger.

Xerxes was in the undead army, and the gods of good and evil were naturally guarding him, and he was also alone in the Greek region, and the arrival of the foreign gods immediately shook the Greek gods in the temple of gods.

Kratos, the god of war, came to the Temple of the Gods to fight with his cheeky father Zeus for the rights of his true body to the nether.

The cause of everything. The root of everything. An army of steel with blood-stained hands. For the sake of profit, for revenge, for freedom, for the sake of killing gods, for the sake of faith, everything is about to be ended in that alluvial plain surrounded by mountains and seas!

Marathon, the ancient battlefield where the First Persian-Greek War began and ended, a battle that did not end ten years ago. The unended grievances are about to be settled here!

Winner takes all, loser kneel and lick!

Facing the dawn, the first to step into the Marathon Plains under the morning light was a minotaur?

The two-meter-tall stiff body is full of violent impact, the high bulging muscle mass is shocking, the copper-colored skin glows metallic in the morning light, the strong and powerful double horn root with an iron horn ring becomes the most brutal weapon, and a totem giant stick with an iron nail wrapped in wood up to two and a half meters long is easily carried in the hand. The hooves of the short-haired cows were printed on the ground, stepping out of deep pits.

Minotaur warriors. It is a strong, warlike humanoid monster concocted by the Persian god Professor Xerxes, with great strength in itself, and has acquired skilled martial arts through training, making it cunning and ferocious, and is one of the most powerful demonized monsters under Xerxes except for the undead army.

"Moo~~~" The long cry of a bull broke the silence of the early morning, and another minotaur warrior appeared on the horizon with a giant axe, and a third minotaur warrior with a heavy hammer pierced the rising sun with a pair of unruly bull horns, appearing at the end of the field of vision.

A full 5,000 minotaur warriors lined up in two phalanxes, one left and one right to advance to the center of the marathon plain, the minotaur warriors snorted heavily, and the white gas spewed out from the thick nostrils filled the surroundings, setting off their majestic posture, and the wild momentum was unobstructed.

The reason why the minotaur phalanx advanced so quickly was because directly opposite the place with their backs to the rising sun, the Greek coalition army also appeared, and the bold dress was in the style of the Greeks, except for the short leather skirts, the Greek soldiers had no piece of armor, holding a round or square shield in one hand, and the weapons in their hands were varied, looking like a ragtag army.

Even so, this ragtag army still maintained a high fighting spirit, and divided its weapons into groups according to the type, with guns, spears, halberds, axes in the front row, and swords, forks and bows in the back row, which could be turned into a defensive phalanx or offensive cone formation at any time.

The ordinary people of the Greek coalition army had a short line of sight, until the minotaur phalanx passed through a quarter of the battlefield and also found the enemy's traces, at this time, even if the formation could be rearranged, it would not be enough to charge the distance, so the young man with the bow chose to let the strong adult man with the long weapon make a counter-charge posture, step on a small hole not far from the heel with his toes, and put the end of the weapon against the hole, guiding the impact to leak into the ground. This is the way to deal with cavalry, but it works just as well on minotaurs.

The young man did not mix in the safe long-range phalanx in the rear, he seemed to be a natural leader, and every time he took the lead, he could always inspire the fighting spirit and courage of his comrades, put his palms between his eyebrows, and muttered calculations in his mouth, when the minotaur warrior stepped into a certain range, he immediately ordered loudly: "Archer, throw at will!" At the same time, he stood on his feet, raised his arms, bent his bow, and was so fast that he could not see it with the naked eye, and with a loud bang, the minotaur warrior two hundred meters away fell in response.

Two or three thousand arrows flew out of the phalanx, crossed a twisted arc, and fell into the minotaur phalanx with a crackle, but except for some arrows that were shot by good luck to the vital point of the minotaur warriors, the rest of the arrows could only scratch through the tough bull's head, and could not even bring out a trace of blood.

The young man's delicate face was a little embarrassed, and the purpose of the bow and arrow to disrupt the enemy's formation was completely unachieved.

……

"It's a pity, the Greeks' iron-smelting skills are not up to par, and I tossed around in the territory, and I can't get a professional army, are these Greeks out to deliver food?"

On the south side of the Marathon Plain, on the peak of more than 300 meters, Chu Ci and the women relied on the stealth technique performed by Sadako, hiding among the mountain tops, overlooking the prelude to this eternal war, and seeing the first wave of attacks of the Greek coalition army, he immediately shook his head and sighed: "Greece's complex geographical environment has led to its extremely streamlined and democratic political system, and it is difficult for the Greek city-states governed by slave democracy to raise a well-coordinated and well-trained army, maybe Sparta is an exception, but now"

Don't look at the Greek coalition army, there are 50,000 people, as long as the minotaur phalanx charges once, the Greek coalition army will be knocked out in minutes.

The minotaur phalanx began to speed up, "moo~" shouted wildly, lowered his head, exposed the two sharp horns, and the thick bull's hooves rumbled and ran, like heavy tanks, rushing towards the Greek coalition with billowing smoke and dust!

One hundred meters!

The ugly heads and protruding mouths of the minotaur warriors are faintly visible, and they drag the weapons in their hands with murderous eyes, as long as the horns fly to the first row of soldiers, the heavy weapons dragged on the ground are swept away, and all the human scum in front of them who seems to be many people but is actually weak and can't help but wind is crushed into meatloaf!

"Block, block it all!" The young men with the bow shouted loudly behind the formation, but the approaching minotaur in front of the Greeks made them more nervous, and the hands holding the weapons were not tired, but they were nervous, they felt their throats itch, their lips dry, their strength was withdrawn from their bodies, and they began to become weak.

Fifty meters!

The thick gasps and heavy heartbeats of the minotaur warriors on the opposite side were already clearly visible, and the Greeks saw tyranny and ferocity in the blood-red eyes of the minotaurs!

"Bang~~~" The muscles swelled, the blood vessels swelled, and the cruel blood splashed! (To be continued.) )