Chapter 149 Spartan Battle Formation

Half an hour later, a Persian envoy, under the protection of hundreds of Persian soldiers, came to persuade the No. 2 King of Sparta to surrender.

After Lake directly watched the human wall they were building with the Persian envoy who persuaded them to surrender, he let the Spartan warriors who were still in a state of anger rush forward, and sent the Persian team of hundreds of people, together with their frightened The messengers were all killed.

Lake ordered the soldiers to add the heads and corpses of these people to the materials of the human wall and continue building.

Hours later, the ground began to tremble.

The voice of Zhutian Online reminded Reike. "In 480 B.C., King Xerxes of Persia personally commanded an army of 300,000 troops and 1,000 warships, known as an army of one million, and came to Greece.

King No. 2 of Sparta personally led 3,000 Spartan warriors of his country to defend Thermopylae Pass.

The timing of the main task starts, and the minimum defense time is 10 days. "

"Is it an earthquake?" A Spartan centurion said while looking at the ground in surprise.

"No, prepare to fight, the first battalion, three hundred Spartan warriors line up.

The second battalion and the third battalion are ready in the rear.

This is the advance of the Persian army, their slave legion.

Don't panic, Spartans, they're just outnumbered.

Compared with us Spartan elites, they are hares to be slaughtered. "Lake shouted loudly to the Spartan soldiers.

The ground trembled more and more violently. In the distance, you could already see the Persian slave army running with long knives. The densely packed, endless slave army was charging fast, with at least ten thousand people.

The soldiers of the slave legion running in front did not dare to stop, nor did they dare to run slowly, otherwise they would be trampled by the soldiers behind.

"Arrangement, put on the shield!" Rick stood at the front of the first Spartan team and shouted.

Three hundred Spartan warriors, with a "swish", neatly raised their silver-white and heavy metal shields, forming several rows of battle formations.

"Steady!" Lake shouted again, the first confrontation was about to come.

Fortunately, the hot spring pass has a special terrain, and the number of people who can fight the Spartan warriors at one time is at most a thousand.

The advancing soldiers of the Persian slave legion have arrived on the battlefield.

"Boom boom boom!" The voice has already hit the huge silver metal shield at the front of the Spartan battle formation.

In order to better command, he, the king of Sparta, also stood in the front row of the Spartan battle formation. He felt the violent impact on his arms, and he stabilized his body with the back of his feet as pointers.

Ten years of hard training was not in vain. The three hundred Spartan warriors in the first battle used their powerful muscles to withstand the first collision of the Persian slave army.

"Raise the shield, unleash the saber." Lake shouted, changing formation.

Lake also used all his strength, swinging the metal shield in his left hand to the left.

I saw a whole row of Spartan warriors waving their shields at the same time, directly hitting the front soldiers of the Persian slave army.

The long knife in Lake's hand was cut out from the gap in the shield, and bright red blood splashed out from the blade.

"Shield strike, spear!" Lake shouted again, directing the rhythm of the Spartan battle formation.

The soldiers in the front row of the Spartan battle squatted halfway, and swept the Persian soldiers' legs with long knives, and the Spartan warriors in the back row followed up.

A spear was thrust out, piercing the chest and head of each Persian.

"Side position, double-click." Reick, who was in the Spartan battle formation, better grasped the timing of the battle, and began to command the operation of the Spartan battle formation rhythmically.

As the Persian slave soldiers in the front row were harvested by the Spartan battle formation, their charge in the back row could no longer be connected, and there was a brief chaos.

The Spartan battle formation, after tens of seconds of fighting with the Persian slave army, finally successfully operated.

After the continuous operation of the Spartan battle formation, there is no need for Lake to interfere too much. Like a huge meat grinder, silver-white shields, long knives, and spears are constantly harvesting the lives of the Persian slave army in front.

The Spartan battle formation began to move forward slowly, and with every step forward, hundreds of Persian slave troops fell in a pool of blood.

After a few minutes of fighting, the earth was stained red by the blood of the Persian slave army.

Roars and cries of pain, mixed with the clash of weapons and shields, are like a moving devil's symphony, playing on this battlefield.

The battle formation composed of three hundred Spartan warriors was a god of death in silver armor. After fighting for half an hour, Lake followed the battle formation with shields, side attacks, knives, and spears.

These movements, Lake and the Spartan warriors will practice hundreds of times every day, rain or shine.

Ten years of hard training, today on the battlefield, finally got the reward it deserved.

The Persian slave army, with their equipment and strength, could not break through this terrifying Spartan battle formation at all, as long as they approached, they would die.

The soldiers of the Persian Slave Legion in front already had the intention to retreat.

But behind them, there is a regular Persian army with long whips and long knives supervising the battle.

All those who tried to retreat were mercilessly hacked to death.

"Continuous shield strikes, change the direction of movement for half a step, force them off the cliff, and let them take a bath in the sea water!" Rek was at the forefront of the battle, laughing wildly as he issued an order.

"Ho Ho!"

The responders of the Spartan warriors, under Lake's order, turned the battle formation 30 degrees and continued to move forward.

The Persian slave army soldiers fighting against the Spartan battle formation in the front were retreating as much as possible, but those behind did not dare to retreat from the battlefield. They were forced by the Spartan battle formation to move towards the cliff.

Tens of thousands of Persian slave troops, their formation was chaotic after the first charge was interrupted by the Spartan battle formation. Now facing the Spartan battle formation that has been fully operational like a meat grinder, the rear of the battlefield Slaves have already been thrown from cliffs into the sea.

Lake did not order the battle formation to stop, and the Spartan battle formation continued to advance slowly. In combat, showing mercy to the enemy is gambling with one's own life, and Lake knows all this well.

After three hours of continuous fighting, the Persian slave army, tens of thousands of troops were killed, and most of them were forced by the Spartan battle formation and fell from the cliff into the sea.

"Roar!" The Spartan soldiers cheered, watching the corpses of Persian soldiers all over the battlefield, and cheered. They had won the first battle.

"Buzzing buzzing!" There was a dense sound in the distant sky, and Lake and the Spartan soldiers looked up, and the distant sky had been blocked by many small black spots, densely packed with small black spots of light.

"All crouch down and raise your shields. Feathered arrows!" Lake shouted.

The Spartan soldiers immediately carried out their king's orders.

The Spartan soldiers squatted down collectively, raised their huge shields, and blocked them diagonally above.

"Ding ding ding ding!" The rain of arrows kept falling, hitting the shields of Lake and the others, and hitting the bodies of the Persian slave soldiers on the battlefield.

Some Persian slave soldiers who were seriously injured or pretended to be dead on the battlefield were directly stabbed into hedgehogs by the overwhelming arrow rain and died completely.

Feathered arrows hit Spartan's thick silver metal shield.

Lake was fortunate that Sparta's weapon craftsmanship was not bad, and he asked his father-in-law to specially supervise the shields for 3,000 Spartan warriors.

These feathered arrows were shot in a parabolic manner, and the penetrating power falling from a high altitude was very strong. Fortunately, they were nailed to the shield, but they did not shoot through the shield.

Lake, who was hiding under the thick and huge metal shield, laughed loudly.

The nearby soldiers, hearing their king's wild laughter, laughed too.

Under the attack of dense and terrifying feather arrows, the Spartan warriors, laughing wildly, greeted their battle.

The feathered arrows that lasted for more than ten minutes ended, and when the last feathered arrow pierced the ground, Lake ordered all the soldiers to stand up.

Lake picked up the long knife in his left hand, and directly cut off dozens of feathered arrow shafts stuck on the shield.

As for Feather Arrow, it was already deep inside the shield, so he didn't have time to pay attention to it for the time being.

The shield with arrows and a small part of the shaft becomes a hedgehog shield, which is less flexible but more lethal when dealing with Persian soldiers.