The Spartans believe in Ares

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Walking into the rectangular flat column corridor, the roof is topped with two slopes, and triangular gables are formed at both ends, with exquisite reliefs painted on it.

No matter looking horizontally and vertically, each column here looks appropriate in scale, full and upright, and the proportions of each part are very symmetrical. In short, this building is not only cheerful in style, but also has a large number of exquisite carvings to set off. If you fall into anyone's eyes, it is not ordinary solemn.

The tall Greek god of war, Ares, is wearing a feathered armor, with leather sleeves on his arms, and holding a copper spear in his hand, standing up at the sky.

At first glance, it was unique, majestic, despised, Kong Wu was powerful and magnificent. The God of War Ares is not only the only god in the minds of the Spartans, but also the embodiment of the Spartans' martial spirit.

"Three months of hard work has finally not been in vain!"

With a long breath, he gently moved his legs that were sour and numb as if they were filled with lead. The huge porch not only looked extremely tall in Aaron's eyes, but was tall enough for the giant to pass through. Aaron stood here, looking up and down at the temple of the God of War, which took three months to build, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and finally outlined a hint of relief at the corner of his slightly resolute mouth.

Ares, a real statue, looks so pleasing to the eye compared to the simple drawings depicted on the wood chips.

"Hahahahahahahaha! The Temple of Ares, the great God of War God, has finally been completed!" At this time, a strong Spartan warrior, with a look of ecstasy, took the lead in raising the white wooden spear in his hand and roaring like victory around, "Spartans, pay tribute to my king!"

"Aowoo!"

"Salute to Ares, God of War!"

"Aowoo!"

"For the prosperity of Sparta!"

"Aowoo!"

"The Spartans belong to the war!"

"Aowu! Aowu! Aowu!" Nearly twenty muscular Spartan infantry around them cheered and celebrated with the roar of victory.

The sounds coming from his ears were inspiring. Although Aaron knew that among the Olympian gods, Ares, the god of war, was the most hated, and he was described as "a bloodthirsty murderous devil and a conqueror of a defensive castle." But the Spartans believed that he was a symbol of strength and power. In the eyes of the Spartans, bloodthirsty and blood were not a disaster at all, but rather the privilege of the strong.

Believer and toughness are originally the immortal beliefs of the Spartans.

"The Temple of Ares, the Greek God of War is completed, and the morale in the territory has increased by 100 points."

"Archit Uriya, the skill level has been upgraded to level 3."

Witnessing the morale in the territory soared from 0 to 100 points, this not only increased the combat effectiveness of the Spartan infantry by a level, but also gave some efficiency bonuses for all production in the territory. I secretly realized the quiet changes that occurred in the territory. Aaron ignored the data in his mind. He walked to the architect Uria, patted his shoulder, and smiled and encouraged, "Wood Uria!"

The architect Uria moved embarrassedly, and a happy smile appeared on his face. Aaron's encouragement and just casual physical contact made his loyalty rise directly from Samsung to Six.

Quietly observing the changes in the data on architect Uriya is probably an unexpected gain.

In fact, in Aaron's heart, he understood more than anyone that the so-called total war data is just a reference. The matter is artificial, in this Spartan village that is overwhelmingly real and real, nothing will appear out of thin air. For example, the newly completed Temple of Ares, the architect Uria can only be regarded as a designer and carver, grinding stones, and transporting supplies back and forth every day, climbing up and down on wooden stands, and truly paying labor. The many Spartan villagers led by Aaron, as well as more than 200 slaves captured from the barbaric tribes.

"In the past six months, although every day has been very hard and I have never had a good sleep, I have watched the Spartan village become prosperous and powerful day by day, and it always makes people feel that this place is full of infinite possibilities."

Aaron grabbed a leather water bag, opened the tight plug, and put a mouthful of water in his mouth, unable to bear to swallow it so quickly. While looking back at the newly completed temple, he silently comforted himself through such words.

"My king, I am willing to be the servant of Ares, the god of war, and to devote my life for free."

"My king, I am willing, too."

"I would, too, my king!"

The completion of the Temple of Ares God of War has brought three volunteer Spartan villagers behind Aaron. Standing on the steps, Aaron turned around. The direct sunlight at noon made him narrow his eyes slightly, and his silver eyes stared at the faces of the three Spartan villagers. Through observation, he found that the three people had little potential to become sacrificial sacrifices, and no more than the poor two stars.

But Aaron did not doubt that the enthusiasm exuded from the eyes of these three strong men and their strong bodies could all become dedicated God of War Gods. Unfortunately, what Aaron really needed was not only that. There was only one quota for Gods, and he needed a person with great potential and could become a candidate for Gods of War Gods in the future through talent and hard work.

"My king, I..."

At this time, a faint sound came into Aaron's ears. Aaron looked in the sound and the Spartan girl in her sight had a melon-shaped face and stood timidly in the crowd. Her eyelashes were long and her eyes were very big. Although there were a few mud marks on her face that looked like they were stained in the vegetable field, she still couldn't hide her skin and her beautiful appearance. However, the timidity and tension on her face were a look that was disgusted by the Spartans.

Aaron observed that in his sight, the girl, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, was slim and weak. With such a physique, she was obviously not qualified as a Spartan wife. The Spartans do not value a woman's appearance, but pay great attention to her strong and plump figure. The Spartan tradition is that women will get married after the age of fifteen, and the Spartan woman's duty is to give birth to future Spartan warriors.

"Come on."

The reason why Aaron pays attention to a Spartan girl is not because she is so beautiful or has some compassion. In this prosperous village that is heading towards town, every Spartan has their own responsibilities. The reason why Aaron acted like this was because he discovered that the girl's divine servant's potential was as high as 9 stars. Although the potential of these 9 stars is still a gray virtual star, it is unique in the entire Spartan village.

"May I have your name?"

Standing in front of Aaron at close range, the girl seemed a little nervous. As Aaron's silver eyes stared at her, her lips trembled, and she wanted to speak but stopped.

"Hi Luoshi, stand up! Answer my king, your name!"

Aaron raised his hand to stop the Spartan warrior's dissatisfaction. He handed the water bag in his hand forward and comforted the girl with a tiny movement. He couldn't help but be surprised by her identity as "Black Rous".

The villages of Sparta under Aaron were divided into three levels: ① Black Rous. Most of the agricultural slaves owned by Sparta were composed of prisoners. As far as Aaron knew, there were only 280 or so black Rous slaves owned by Sparta villages.

②Piliasi. The conquered free people have no Spartan citizenship. They mainly engage in farming, or engage in handicrafts and commerce. Most of the existing Piliasi in the Spartan villages are Hilo people. The Hilo people seem to have been slaves of Spartans a long time ago. In the memories of the Hilo people around them, it seems that they have been distributed to the Spartans since they were young to cultivate fields for them; and the Spartans, as the masters, cannot be released or sold casually. Because these Hilo people belong to the entire Sparta, only Aaron has the right to dispose of them. At present, the entire Spartan village has more than two thousand Hilo people, of which there are obviously more men than women.

③ Spartans, suffragists. If they were not Aaron's order or special needs, the Spartans generally did not engage in any production labor and relied entirely on Hellosh and Piriasi to meet the supply. The Spartans' share was cultivated by Hellosh, and the manual use they needed was made by Piriasi. In addition to more than 800 men, the number of other elderly, weak, women and children in the Spartan villages was about 1,000.

"My name is Nosica, my king!"

Her eyes were on the girl's body and looked up and down. Her clothes looked dirty, but her texture was better than ordinary Spartans. From the details of her slender fingers and fair skin, it can be seen that she had just started agricultural labor. When did she have such a black Rox in the Spartan village? This made Aaron feel very confused. He glanced at the Spartan infantry standing behind him.

"Go and call the elder in charge of Hei Luoshi."

After receiving Aaron's order, the burly Spartan infantry wearing a red cloak immediately trotted away. After a while, he brought back a Spartan elder who was panting, holding a wooden slip in one hand and holding the hem of his clothes in the other.

(Because of backward delivery, most of the Spartans' clothing is very simple. Men are so stingy and naked. Old men and women usually wrap a few pieces of cloth around their bodies. They can be fixed with pins when they are easily dissipated. This way of wearing is simple and practical, and very generous.)

"Spartan elders, eight stars of loyalty, five stars of civil affairs execution."

In Aaron's eyes, the Spartans respect the elders. In Spartan society, older people who have passed sixty years old and are qualified to be selected as elders in charge of law and civil affairs. Here, we can give an extreme example of the respect for the elders. Aaron once witnessed that if a young man goes to the toilet in a public toilet, if an elder passes by and frowns because he dislikes the smell of bad smell, the young Spartans will not be allowed to stand up and wait until the old man leaves before he can stand up. In fact, there are many examples like this, and each example is enough to illustrate the high social status of the Spartans. But that is only for ordinary Spartans.

Aaron took the wooden slip from the elder in charge of Hei Luoshi and glanced at it. Starting from the third wooden slip, Aaron's eyebrows began to move a little.

Two hundred and eighty two long-haired barbarian captives, who didn't know their names, only used numbers instead, and one was quite a few. What really made Aaron feel trembling was that from the third and fourth pieces of wooden slips, and even the elders had a large stack of names, which were densely filled with Greek names, and even the Spartans had a few dozen. The total number of these black Roxers of unknown origin was as large as 500.

"How did these black Rox come out?"

The solemnity revealed between Aaron's eyebrows made the white-bearded elder move uneasy. At this time, Aaron remembered that he had issued an order before that during this important period when the Temple of the God of War was about to be completed, unless an enemy invades, he would not disturb him. All matters were discussed and resolved by several Spartan elders.

"My king, the scouts found them on the coast of the northern Dead Sea, and appeared with them, and three damaged oars, said to have suffered shipwrecks. According to Spartan's decree, if you did not have your disposal, these people would be regarded as captives and become Spartan's Black Rous. And... until now, they have been reduced to Black Rous and were trained to be whipped for twenty days. So far, only the obedient female Black Rous can move freely in the village."

Aaron had spent time exploring the northern coast. It was probably the lowest water on land. No organisms survived in the water with high concentrations of salt, and even few organisms were found on land along the Dead Sea. Aaron had already opened a salt field there earlier because it was simply an inexhaustible large salt reservoir.

Because the salt water concentration of the Dead Sea is very easy to float. And the entire strange Dead Sea has a water depth of only two meters, and it will never exceed three meters. How can I start with a shipwreck in a narrow and long inland Dead Sea? In addition, the origin and identity of these people are enough to make Aaron surprised under the hot sun like cold water.

Because Aaron had known for a long time that the continent here, which was based at his feet, was simply a strange world, and it would not have any intersection with the so-called ancient Greek city-state. All of this can only be described in the word "weird".

Woo —————

At this moment, a warning horn came from outside the village, interrupted Aaron's thoughts.

Aaron raised his head, looked at the scouts who were rushing back from the farmland outside the village. It was just the season when crops were about to grow, and this was related to the supply of food in the Spartan village, and it was not at all careless. Although this strange thing at hand aroused Aaron's great curiosity, he could only put it aside for the time being.

"It must be those mean long-haired barbarians, Spartans, prepare for the fight!"

Basically, the entire Spartan village was mobilized quickly without waiting for Aaron to order.

Aaron removed Nosica Heiroshi's identity on the spot and, as a servant of God, gave her temporarily to the elder.

Although there are only twenty elite Spartan heavy-helmet infantry in the Spartan village. However, for the Spartans who are all soldiers, Spartan men are already a reserve force for military training as long as they are over seven years old. There is no doubt that even Spartan women usually have to participate in races, throw javelins, and even participate in wrestling competitions. (Sparta believes that only healthy mothers can give birth to healthy warriors, just as men are born to be trained to become fighters.)

When the 800-year-old Spartans, holding simple shields and wooden spears, had not wasted much time, they had already gathered in front of Aaron.

As far as you can see, whether in the hot summer or the cold winter, every Spartan man dressed in the same outfit as his companions: a short tunic and no other clothes were worn, even shoes.

The conflict with the long-haired barbarians has never stopped for half a year. Since the last time it destroyed a long-haired tribe, the farming harvest is imminent. Aaron speculated that this was their opportunity to retaliate, so the number of invaders must not be too small.

Aaron picked up his sword and raised it over his head. His pre-war mobilization was only two sentences, one sentence was, "Tell me, Spartans, where are our borders?"

The eight hundred Spartans answered in unison: "Where the spear is pointed!"

The second sentence followed, "The battle is imminent, and the God of War is watching us."

Twenty fully armed Spartan heavy helmet warriors raised their chests and raised their spears and shouted, "Aoooh!"

"Resist the enemy!"

Hearing Aaron's order, a gust of dust rose up at the Spartans. Following behind the eight hundred Spartans were more than a thousand Piriassilos who were gathering together in a hurry.

The weapons of these Piriassihilo people are basically all farm tools and sticks, and they have not received any military training. They may be good at planting farming, but if they fight against hand-to-hand combat, they will be one-sided slaughter. The strength and size of the long-haired barbarians cannot be measured by the perspective of the world before.

"Spartan brigade, 832 soldiers, and 100 points of combat morale."

"Spartan heavy helmet infantry, twenty people, combat morale 500 points."

The morale of the ordinary Spartans and the Spartan heavy-helmet warriors was five times different. But Aaron did not lack confidence because of this. Although the long-haired barbarians had good combat power and numerous numbers, it was because of a soul-stirring Spartan famous saying that Aaron was a hundred times more confident and even fearless.

"The Spartans never ask about the number of enemies, they only ask where the enemy is located!"

In fact, to understand why the Spartans are not afraid of death. If foreigners are qualified, taste the common Spartan rations, and make special food, a dark, bloody broth, stir and mix dry food that looks like a corpse. Just take a bite, you will definitely say jokingly, "Why are the Spartans not afraid of death? You can fully understand this thing after eating only one bite."

In Aaron's eyes, the Spartans' usual concise speaking style, their cold and bloodthirsty, and their silence and hard work are collectively called "Spartan".

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(The theme of total war, once, was a stumbling block and a regret. Today, I will make up for it!)
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