Music knows no borders, it's a cliché.

Because everyone knows that a good song, even if we can't understand the language of the lyrics, we can understand the soul of the song and the feelings of the creator, which can make people empathize with and burst out with strong feelings and strength.

And this military song sung by the Unsullied is such a song, which makes the slaves experience the feelings contained in the song, so it bursts out with unimaginable power under the infection of the fierce singing.

Ma Shen didn't know that the effect of the military song was beyond imagination at this time, but maybe even if he knew, he couldn't care about those rioting slaves, because now he was looking at the army opposite with a solemn face.

Not far away, there was a huge phalanx, in the front of which was a row of shield-bearers with huge shields, and behind the shield-bearers were rows of pikemen, and behind this square were countless slave soldiers.

The pikemen placed their huge spears on their shields or in the gaps between them, and when they saw the Unsullied standing still not far away, they took the initiative to attack, and began to advance towards the Unsullied army under the orders of the officers, shouting slogans step by step.

With a shout and a bang, everyone in the spear regiment took a neat step forward.

Drink!drink!drink!drink...

In this way, the spear regiment walked in neat steps, step by step towards the solemn and unsullied army formation, and the speed was still increasing little by little.

It seems to be underestimated, but this army does have this qualification, and it can be seen from their walking posture and knights that they are different from other slave legions, almost comparable to the Unsullied, no, or even surpassing the Unsullied just by looking at their momentum.

Ma Shen slowly pulled out the Red Slaughter Sword, thought for a moment and picked up another Valyrian steel sword.

In fact, as Ma Shen thought, the Meereen Spear Regiment has its own confidence and pride, they claim to have inherited from the Gizcali Empire thousands of years ago, one of the oldest countries and civilizations in the world, and they are the only army in Meereen that can confront the Dothraki head-on, and whenever the Dothraki invade, they send troops.

Even though there had been no Dothraki invasion in Meereen for a long time recently, even if it wasn't them who made the Spear Regiment's glory, but the veterans who had already retired, they still maintained a strong sense of self-confidence.

And the source of self-confidence is long-term training and ... Actual combat.

Five years ago, the Lord of Meereen made a bet with the Good Lord of Krazny of Astapor, and the bet was that the Great Lord would send 100 pikemen and the Good Lord of Krazny would send 100 Unsullied Ones for a fair battle in the Colosseum.

As a result, 100 pikemen fought against 100 unsullied, and in a fierce battle, all 100 unsullied were killed, while 30 pikemen were still standing on the field.

Maybe it's because of the equipment, but the result of this battle is that even if the Spear Regiment only has 500 people, they dare to step forward against the 2,000 Innocent Legion.

Of course, the same "confidence" in them is the great lords who stand at the top of the Great Pyramid and look out over the battlefield from afar, well, although they can't see anything when the sun goes down.

One of the pointy-chin lords closest to the window couldn't help but mumble as he listened to the distant shouts: "I remember when we fought against 100 pikemen of Astapor against 100 Unsullied, we won. ”

"Of course, we won easily that time, and these poorly equipped Unsullied couldn't beat the spear regiment we had built so much. Another great lord with slender eyes answered with confidence, this great lord was called Naqian, and the officer in charge of the spear regiment was his son.

It's a pity that having said that, Na Qian's expression is still a little impatient, these unsullied people suddenly attacked the city without everyone's preparation, I don't know how many losses have been caused, the 500 pikes and nearly 3,000 slave soldiers standing in the square are already all the strength of Meereen City.

They were comforting each other, but they heard a shrill male voice from behind: "I heard that there are almost more than 2,000 Unsullied people attacking Meereen this time, and our pikemen and those thin slave soldiers may not be able to stop them. ”

The man who spoke was a braided, sven-looking lord, who was leaning back in his chair unlike the other slightly restless lords.

"We have a spear regiment, and countless slave soldiers. Lord Naqianwei turned his head a little angrily and emphasized.

The great lord leaning on the chair pursed his lips: "The spear regiment has long been reduced to 500 by you, and it is no longer the spear regiment of the year." ”

Hearing this, Lord Na Qianwei's expression became even more ugly: "You didn't and didn't oppose the reduction of the Meereen Spear Regiment at the beginning, we are now in the same boat, if the Spear Regiment is defeated, you will be in great trouble." “

"Perhaps. Looking at the great lords who were looking at themselves with the same hatred, the elegant and great lord who was leaning back in his chair smiled and said no more.

Seeing that the guy sitting in the chair did not refute, Lord Na Qianwei wanted to say something, but the door was suddenly opened.

"Master!" a soldier with a few blood-red scratches on his face ran in in a panic, "Master, the slaves have rioted, and now there are countless slaves rushing towards here, and they are about to go below." ”

"What! those lowly slaves dare to riot, find someone to suppress them!"

"The soldiers are all at the front against the Unsullied, and now it's too late to let them come back!"

"So what now, we're going to get out of here. ”

The great lords standing in front of the window were all panicked, the soldiers of Meereen had been sent to defend against the Unsullied, and now they had no soldiers around them to protect them and suppress the rioting slaves.

At this time, even the elegant and great lord who was originally leaning back in his chair couldn't sit still, the reason why he was so calm just now was because he had already arranged everything, and it would be best if the spear regiment blocked the attack of the Unsullied.

If he can't stop it, he can also take the initiative to surrender to the ruler of Astapor, and then betray these stupid lords by the way, anyway, he is usually engaged in some spice trading, and rarely engaged in the trade with slaves, according to the news from Astapor, the ruler of Astapor will definitely not be embarrassed for himself.

But the rioting slaves didn't care, they weren't the rulers of Astapor, and all they had in their minds was to tear all the slave owners to shreds, and then kill their families by the way.

Thinking of this, a trace of gloom flashed in the eyes of the elegant and great lord, and he glanced at the panicked great lords, and he had to make a choice.

At this moment, the spear regiment in the square, which did not know the news behind it, was advancing with an unstoppable momentum like a steel wall, and they were not far from the formation of the unsullied on the opposite side, and their speed had risen to the same speed as ordinary jogging.

Compared to them, the Unsullied's equipment is a replica of the Northerners and Lannisters, and it would cost them at least twice as many casualties to get them down head-on.

The huge iron shields hid in the dim light, and the fourteen-foot-long spears were constantly dangling in front of them, fending off any enemies who tried to get close to them, and they used a formation similar to that used by the little pickle, and the shieldmen only had to hold the huge iron shields to fend off the attacks of the enemies in front of them, and the pikemen behind them were bent on stabbing people.

Drink, drink, drink! The shouts and footsteps of the spear regiment became louder and louder, and if it were an ordinary army, they would have been frightened by them.

If we were to fight, the Unsullied would suffer huge losses, but I'm not Jon, and I'm not one of those roaring wildlings.

Ma Shen raised his sword and pointed unswervingly at the enemy in front of him: "Innocent!

The two columns of Unsullied Behind him, after hearing the order, threw the spear in his hand on the ground, and then skillfully pulled out a throwing spear from his back.

For this battle, Ma Shen deliberately asked each Unsullied to bring 1 or 2 throwing spears to deal with all kinds of complicated situations.

"Throw!"

ps: Because of some remarks, the author has a little temper, starting today, the anti-piracy chapter will be released in the early morning, and it will be changed back at eight o'clock in the morning, and everyone should be sleeping during this time, and the impact is relatively small.