The salty sea breeze, soaked in the smell of killing as thick as substance, unconsciously slowed down, became viscous and heavy, and lingered on the battlefield with the sound of killing, stirring into a whirlpool of war that kept spinning. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Whether it is Athena, the goddess of wisdom, or Ares, the leader of the army, because their understanding of the field of war has not yet penetrated to the subtle level, they cannot absorb the abundant sources of it, but Lu Bin relies on the special authority of the son of killing and constantly harvests it.

Lu Bin's face showed that the old farmer saw the wheat waves of the harvest, and he did not hesitate to swing his sharp sickle to harvest the harvest he was still looking forward to. Despite his concentration, it didn't stop the body from picking up any enemies that came its way according to the instinct of battle.

Warriors from both sides, regardless of whether they are enemies or enemies, fall forever on the ground soaked in blood and turned into mud, and the weapons and equipment they carry with them will become the target of their opponents' scramble once they fall. Unfortunately, only heroes who have been famous for a long time can avoid being stripped naked after death - naturally there will be retinues and companions who will snatch their corpses back from the mouths of greedy hyenas.

Lu Bin watched as there were more and more demigods who were stimulating their potential and igniting their bloodlines in battle, even if they didn't receive the gift of the main god of the holy mountain, they could actually make their weapons glow with the light of killing gods.

"Tsk, a dozen demigods attacked together, and even Ares, the god of war, had to retreat for the time being. Apollo, the sun god who transformed into Aeneas, has killed more than a palm of Greek heroes with his own hands, and he has become a thorn in the side of the Greeks who are eager to get rid of. ”

From the morning of the rising sun, the fierce battle to the twilight of the fiery dusk, the warriors of both camps were tired and hungry, many of them could no longer wave the weapons in their hands, and even the sturdy horses were foaming at the mouth, unable to take a solid and powerful step, dragging the two-wheeled chariot to continue the charge.

On the front line with interlaced teeth, the sound of fighting gradually subdued, the hoarse voice could no longer muster up morale, and the generals who lost their voices abounded.

Maybe it's time to end this battle! The Greeks, who had suffered more casualties, looked at the scattered comrades around them, and immediately understood that they were the losers of the great defeat, and covered each other to break away from contact with the Trojans, and retreated to the camp behind them like an avalanche.

Even Hector, who was favored by the gods, had the body to wrestle with the dragon, and at this time he felt a wave of tiredness in his bones, and he raised the sword in his hand unhurriedly, colliding with the spear in Kuknos's hand, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Truce! Obey my orders, Trojans, clean up the battlefield and heal the wounded. Because we're victorious!"

The general's words were approved by the warriors of both sides, and the Greeks rushed into their camps with confidence, while the Trojans forcibly dragged their exhausted bodies to gain blood-stained gains for themselves, and to help their own and their allies' wounded.

Although the Greeks despised life and death and regarded battle as a daily chore of food and drink, even the iron-hearted commander Agamemnon was heartbroken when they counted the remnants of their defeated army and learned the number of heroes and warriors who had fallen in battle.

In this decisive battle, the Greeks lost thirty percent of their elite, that is, at least 30,000 warriors, more than 100 heroes and auxiliary generals, and lay forever on the plain of Scommantel, where wooden shields floated in blood.

Had it not been for the return of the troops who had gone to sea by ship and looted for supplies, Agamemnon began to worry whether the Trojans would seize the opportunity to drive the Greeks out to sea.

The large tent in the core area of the coalition army, the Greek prince who participated in the military discussion, nearly half of the seats were vacated, and it was really sad to see the heroes withering.

The seats on Agamemnon's left and right hands, which originally sat on the left side of the first hero Achilles, and the right front seat on the right side of Menelaus, the king of Sparta, were empty and unoccupied.

Even Diomedes, the king of Argos, who was brilliant in this decisive battle, did not dare to peek into the seat of the first hero, and the only thing he could covet was Menelaus's right seat.

The tragic defeat made the heroes present in the mood to speak, they had all seen the ferocity of the Trojan general Hector, swinging his sword at will, and even the large shield of the nine-layer cowhide was cracked, although there were not many heroes who died in his hands, the power was recognized as the first person in both camps.

The only one who could compete with Hector was Achilles! The Greek princes who participated in the military council looked at the vacant seats around them and began to miss the various benefits of the son of Thetis. Generous, willing to share the profits of war, he will choose the strongest enemy every time he engages, take the initiative to rush to the most dangerous war zone, and take the responsibility of attacking the fortification.

Agamemnon saw what they were thinking, but in order to save his face and maintain the majesty of the commander of the coalition army, he still did not choose to bow to Achilles in order to fight the Trojans and kill many loyal subordinates.

When Lu Bin saw this scene, a flash of pride flashed in his eyes: "I twisted the fate of Patroclus with my own hands, and lingered on the sickbed for a long time, his body was extremely weak, and it was absolutely impossible for him to replace Achilles on the battlefield, die at the hands of Hector, anger the son of Thetis, forget his oath, and go into battle again." ”

"In order to take revenge on Hector, the death of his close friend Patroclus was able to make the proud Achilles take the initiative to bow to Agamemnon, how close is the friendship between the two of them?"

Lu Bin's gaze turned to the Trojans, and with the help of the brilliant twilight, the mobilized women and old people took over the task of cleaning the battlefield and treating the wounded from the hands of the soldiers.

They washed the blood off the bodies of the corpses with clean water, identified the dead husbands, children and grandchildren one by one, and with tears in their eyes, they forcibly held back the grief in their hearts, loaded them into a cart, and transported them back to the city of Troy. After a blessing was given by the hands of the temple priests, the corpse was placed on a pyre and set on fire to ashes.

The Trojan royal family, the fifty children of King Priam, once bloomed sunflowers, now withered many petals. The white-haired man sent the black-haired man away, and for Priam, the pain of losing his son made him feel down, and when he closed his eyes, he would see his sons who had died in battle, and their bloodstained bodies made it difficult for the old man to sleep.

"Is it worth it? is it all worth it?" asked Priam repeatedly, not knowing what to do.

Fortunately, Lu Bin was still watching over Troy, and with a flick of his fingers, he sent all the royal spirits that were haunted by King Priam to the dark underworld and placed them in the land of redemption.

Some people are happy and some are worried! After learning that his side had achieved unprecedented results, Hector, as the commander of the Trojan Alliance, immediately arranged for his men to prepare a grand celebration banquet, and defeated Prince Paris, the king of Sparta, Menelaus, and surpassed many heroes who had become famous for a long time, second only to Kuknos, the son of Poseidon.

Aeneas, who was still recuperating from his wounds, had his seat vacated as a sign of respect for him, after all, in the turbulent battlefield, his extraordinary archery skills repeatedly killed strong enemies, weakening the obstacles in the direction of traffic.

The heroes here drank the wine brewed from victory, and the loot looted from the Greeks was unimaginably rich, not only in terms of fine weapons and equipment, but also in many gold and silver ornaments, which were distributed after the raid of the city-state, and were not at ease in the camp tents, and were picked up by the Greeks and worn on their bodies.

These half-human, half-god heroes did not care about the casualties of their warriors, but the Trojans swore to defend their homeland to the death from the predators of the Greek warriors, and thus burst into unprecedented motivation. In addition to the chariot soldiers from the nobles and citizens, ordinary warriors have begun to mobilize civilians with a larger population base and even slaves with outstanding combat skills due to excessive attrition.

As for the heroes of the Greek coalition, looking at the empty seats in the military tent, they couldn't help but think about the various benefits of Achilles. Remembering the words of the resourceful Odysseus, they feared that the next battle would lead to their summons from Hades, and finally made up their minds.

Most of the Greek princes exchanged glances with each other, and soon came to an agreement, and in order to stop Hector, who was as fierce as the god of war, Ares, they decided to join forces and force the commander of the coalition army, Agamemnon, to admit his mistake and hand over the maiden he had taken from Achilles' tent, so that the son of Thetis could return to the battlefield.

There was an undercurrent in the tent, and the eloquent Odysseus immediately understood that the tide was over, and when most of the heroes were on his side, even Atreus's son, the commander of the coalition forces, would have to bow to this will.

So, he stood up unhurriedly and stated his own request and that of many Greek princes in the presence of Agamemnon.

Agamemnon, who exiled Achilles in disguise and seized all the power in his hands, saw that most of the heroes in the camp looked at him with persecutive eyes, only Diomedes, the king of Argos, and the elder Nestor watched in silence.

The King of Mycenae was indignant to find himself forced to stand in the dock and had to shoulder the responsibility for defeat, and for the first time he felt powerless, and the golden scepter clenched in both hands could no longer give him the security of victory.

The trusted Odysseus took the lead in raising the flag of rebellion, something Agamemnon never imagined, and in a short period of time, he could unite so many of his heroes to join forces to fight the war, even he had to say admiration.

The consequences of the loss of his brother Menelaus were finally revealed, and with the support of the Spartan warbands and the brave Mycenaean warriors, Agamemnon was confident that he would never have fallen into such a dismal fate.

In order to keep his position, bow to Achilles and admit his mistakes, Agamemnon thought that he could not do it, but when all the heroes stood on the opposite side of him, grabbed his hand and put it on his back, and pressed his proud head to force it, he preferred to be more active, and take the initiative to find the steps down to avoid the worst situation.

Seeing this scene, Lu Bin couldn't help but shake his head lightly: "I have to admit that the gravity of fate is really incredible, it can make Agamemnon bow his head, and the gods of the Holy Mountain, who are the main promoters behind the scenes, such a move is indeed beyond my expectations." Unfortunately, the city of Troy was too strong to be breached even if Achilles entered the war. ”

As the bird-like delicate and lovely Bresas returned to Achilles' camp, Agamemnon was the first to release his kindness, and the son of Thetis, who had long been unable to hold back, took the initiative to cater to the alliance commander before he could admit his mistake, and the two were reconciled.

Lu Bin sighed and threw away the card "Patroclus": "I didn't expect that the gods of the Holy Mountain could re-summon the waste cards that had gone into the grave to the battlefield. In this way, the game with the gods continues, and I will have no regrets about the final result, whether it is successful or not. ”