I'm talking about Giant Hills, do you want to pick up a girl? Are you all suffocating like this? Su Ye asked angrily.

"Your Majesty, you have misunderstood, I am a long-term person like you. I'm not talking about my personal marriage, but about the continuation of my community. Once we settle in the Giant's Hills, I will have the power of the race, and then I will have the authority of the past, and I will have subjects, and I will have the race, and I will multiply. Wang Da Hammer is righteous and stern.

"Baa Baa ......"

Su Ye glanced at the black demon sheep.

"You want a ewe too?"

The black devil sheep immediately knelt down in obedience, showed a flattering smile, and a pat of neat white teeth poked out from the gap in the pitch-black mouth.

Su Ye thought for a moment and said, "After you enter the Giant Hill, what will happen to my summoning technique?" ”

"You'll have the ability to summon squads. The number is around ten, that is, five majestic and powerful demon sheep knights. Wang Sledgehammer said.

Su Ye smiled and asked, "How does the strength of the other four knights compare to you?" ”

"The rank is always one order below mine."

"What's the next phase for the summoning team?" The fifth master asked.

"It's a summoned tribe, the total number is about 100, and the other new demon sheep knights are two orders lower than me. But new dwarves may be born, and in our rock dwarf tribe, there are dwarven mages. ”

"What's next?"

"Summoning the legion, the total number is around 1,000, and the weakest rank is three orders lower than mine. At this time, our legion will be particularly complete, and powerful dwarves will appear who use magic equipment. As for the next stage, I don't know, because I was only a legion-level dwarf king in my previous life. Wang Sledgehammer said.

Su Ye looked at Di Aotian: "If you have the Fire Elemental Divine Power Plane, you will also start to multiply and grow, right?" ”

"Twitter, twitter, twitter, goo......" Di Aotian explained excitedly.

"When I didn't ask!"

Su Ye thought about the development route of summoning magic in the future, and then fell asleep.

The next day, good news spread throughout the allied Greek forces.

The first ransom had been paid by Persia, and the most important prisoners had left with the ship.

For a whole day, Marathon Fortress was immersed in a sea of joy.

Most of the soldiers had limited military merit, and none of them were eligible to exchange for loot.

But everyone has a share in the ransom!

From the afternoon, the people of the city-states of the Marathon Fortress carried carts on their backs and received the golden eagles from the logistics office.

Even a recruit who has never killed a person has received at least ten golden eagles.

The voices of praise for Admiral Mithiade had not been interrupted since the afternoon.

If it was a noble leader, it would be absolutely impossible to give so many golden eagles to the soldiers.

Su Ye also went to receive the ransom paid by Persia.

A full 200,000!

Even more than the two generals of Mithiades and Themis.

In the eyes of the great nobles, this amount of money is not much, but compared with all the wars, this amount is huge.

For Su Ye, this was the price of an additional primary-grade legendary magic weapon.

Su Ye took the opportunity to ask Fast about the total amount of ransom in Persia this time, but he didn't say the specific number, only that it was above 10 million gold eagles.

Get rich in World War I.

However, more than half of the ransom was used to pay the pension, which was distributed to the family of each soldier under the supervision of the temple priest.

Back at their lodgings, the Spartan warriors who had received the gold coins were excitedly discussing with their money bags.

"This is the first time I've actually earned a Golden Eagle! It's a wonderful feeling! Even if I was given ten times as many golden eagles at home, they couldn't make me so excited. I want to keep these golden eagles and show them off to my children in the future! Castor spread out his purse, his hands clawing at the golden coins.

The golden light flashed, and the sound reached the ears.

"This feeling is better than the harvest of the gladiatorial arena." Commodus pinched the golden eagle in his mouth and bit it gently, creating symmetrical tooth marks on Zeus's face and on the eagle's head.

Su Ye smiled slightly when he saw their joyful smiles glowing with golden light.

Then, go back inside and do your homework.

When a new day came, Su Ye deliberately changed into a set of white robes.

In the courtyard, the Spartan warriors, dressed neatly and neatly, talked and laughed.

However, many people have nervousness and anticipation in their eyes.

Even Commodus and Castor are a little unnatural.

"What is the award process?" Su Ye asked.

"Theoretically, it's bottom-up. First of all, the ranks of soldier captain and captain were awarded within each city-state. After that, on a high platform erected outside the city, the regimental commander and general rank were awarded. Now that you're out, let's go to the Spartan gathering place and see the ceremony. Kastor was a little excited.

"Let's go!"

The crowd walked out excitedly.

The bright red cape, as well as the striking red helmet on the helmet, made everyone recognize them as Spartans.

Groups of city-states marched in different directions, each with a smile of joy on their faces.

Similar words such as military merit, golden eagle, and awards continued to echo in Yao's ears one after another.

Su Ye looked at this scene with a smile.

In fact, most people's desires are very simple, get what they deserve, be satisfied, and you can do things wholeheartedly.

Even, even a little loss, although angry and unhappy, can be endured.

However, there are always nobles who devour the blood and sweat that belong to others for their own interests, and even want to deprive others of everything, which causes antagonism and chaos between the two sides.

The greed and short-sightedness of the upper echelons are the first cause of conflict and antagonism.

Looking at those smiles, those faces that were happy even if they were covered in wounds, Su Ye suddenly understood why General Mitead would rather offend the nobles than compete for the supreme command of the coalition army.

Because, Mitaides had seen, too many corpses after defeat.

I've also seen too much angry distorted faces after victory.

He wanted to see it even more, smiling.

A smile at the moment.

Su Ye took a deep breath, slowly released the emotion in his heart, and suddenly understood a lot.

Michayades bears the blame for the defeat before he can be praised by the soldiers.

Micyades carried the wrath of the nobles before he could see the smiles of the soldiers.

Micthiades, first of all, carrying the hopes of the Greeks, can achieve victory, become a legend, and become a general.

Su Ye smiled happily.

He has carried the hope of the teachers and students of Plato's Academy, the hope of Zachary, the hope of the Spartan foundlings and outcasts, and the hope of the soldiers in the Battle of Marathon, but it is not enough.

These are not enough to promote to the legend, let alone the legend.

I, carry more, gain more.

Su Ye clenched his fists, smiled, and stepped forward.

Soon, the crowd came to a spacious area, where almost everyone wore the distinctive red cloak of Sparta.

The crowd talked excitedly, waited excitedly, and looked forward to it excitedly.

Even the appearance of Su Ye, the first meritorious person, and Commodeus, the gladiatorial king, did not attract much attention.

At this time, everyone has only the same identity.

Meritorious people.

After a short time, the Spartan military generals and leaders appeared, first wearing magic mustaches and making an enthusiastic speech, which stimulated the Spartans to boil their blood and shout.

"Sparta!"

"Sparta!"

Soon, shouts were heard everywhere in the fortress.

"Athens!"

"Athens!"

……

"Te Bai!"

"Te Bai!"

……

"Macedonia!"

"Mycenae!"

……

These feuding Greek city-states did not get angry at this moment because they heard the voices of the rival city-states.

Everyone had a visceral smile on their face.

The victory of the marathon is by no means the victory of any person or any small group, but the victory of all Greeks, the credit of all Greeks.

It is also the glory of all Greeks.

Subsequently, the Spartan generals began to confer titles and decorations.

First of all, the general recited the names of one new soldier commander after another, and one Spartan soldier after another rushed forward, or stepped forward with the support of his teammates, and picked up his bronze soldier captain emblem with a smile on his face, and held it high, attracting loud cheers.

Then, the Spartan Captain, who was announced to be promoted to captain, this time with fewer people but cheering more enthusiastically.

After that, the low-level awards were carried out, this time the number of people was smaller, but each time the award was given, it was bound to provoke more fierce cheers than before.

A military rank is just a position, but an award is more of an honor.

Su Ye keenly found that all places cheered the same, but the call slowly decreased, but the voice of Sparta not only did not decrease, but reached its peak when the award was awarded.

Even Athens was not as numerous as Sparta, which was much more numerous.

Su Ye let out a long sigh.

With so many city-states, only the Spartan Medal could maintain basic justice.

The voice of the soldier is the signal sent by the soldiers and commoners to the nobles, and any keen nobles and generals should be aware of this signal and then make changes.

It is a pity that their greed and short-sightedness, their arrogance and ignorance, ignore this signal.

Every signal is a snowflake, and it will slowly snowball after all.

In the eyes of the ignorant aristocracy, there are just a lot of snowflakes.

In the eyes of the enlightened aristocracy, it was just a snowball with little danger.

In the eyes of the wise, it may be the water that nourishes the earth, or it may be the avalanche of the future.

Su Ye looked at all this with a smile on his face.

"Add 100,000 Golden Eagles to Euclid's funding......"

After witnessing the award ceremony in the morning and having lunch, Su Ye and the Spartan team walked out of the city early.

The hot afternoon breeze blows across the Marathon Plains.

The jagged grass looked like it had been gnawed by a herd of cattle.

I don't know if the green grass is hiding the traces of the war, or if the traces of the war are surrounding the green grass.

Beneath the walls, mages set up high platforms, and warriors from various city-states gathered to discuss war, military exploits, medals, family, future, and hope.

Su Ye turned his head to look at the Persian camp.

The Persian generals, nobles, aces, and high-ranking warriors had left, and the remaining rank-and-file soldiers and improvised light infantry were looking at the place.

The eyes of each of them were so dim, but when they were connected, they were shining.

Like the waves of the ocean illuminated by the sun, the waves are sparkling.

Not long after, under the leadership of General Mitaudes, the Greek generals ascended to the high platform.

The cheers were deafening.

"Greece!"

"Greece!"

"Greek ......"