The Spartans are never ruthless

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Looking at the remaining long-haired barbarians, running around in mercy, a Spartan helmet infantry pestled with a spear, looking behind the enemy, the only red hip that was not covered with long-haired hair, led the way to laugh, "Hahaha... Run slowly. Don't worry, the Spartans would not hike to chase a group of bare-butt savages."

"Hahahaha!" The Starba people have always been known for their sternness and sharpness, and have never been frivolous and verbal words. However, the accidental humor on the battlefield has caused most Spartans to be funny by this sentence.

In contrast to the Spartans' laughter, the long-haired barbarians who fell to the ground seriously injured and had no time to escape were all opened their mouths like wild animals and screamed desperately, as if they were suffering from great pain.

Twenty Spartan heavy helmet infantry stood out from the team, aimed their spears at the throats of the long-haired barbarians, ending their pain without mercy. Immediately afterwards, the twenty Spartan heavy helmets faced Aaron in an orderly manner, lowering the big shield with one hand and holding the white wooden spear with the other, shouting excitedly, "On the battlefield, the warriors will never be merciless! - Spartans, salute our king!"

"Aowoo!"

"Salute to the dead brother!"

"Aowoo!"

"For Sparta!"

"Aowoo!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Aowu! Aowu! Aowu!"

Twenty Spartan helmets.

All of them held a brass shield, a heavy-duty helmet with a cold and tough appearance, and were wearing only a big red cloak and a pair of leather shorts.

In addition to brass-like knee pads and wrist covers, the rest of the other smooth body parts are full of strength and bulging muscles everywhere, hard and solid, looking like solid stones.

The spearhead of the Spartan warriors is the boundary of the Spartans, and the chest of the Spartan men is the Spartan walls!

In this wild and thorny plain, the Spartan roar formed a heroic momentum, as if awakening the wild virgin land that had been sleeping for countless years. Feeling this shocking moment with your heart. Under the sunshine, a "Spartan" cheer came from the Spartan square that was even better than a "Spartan" one.

You should know that the Spartan heavy-helmet infantry have always been full of combat morality, or they can continue to maintain the warrior ethics of paying tribute to Aaron as always.

They were the most elite Spartans with roaring thunder, superb combat skills, strong body, and strong. Under the influence of their morale, the eight hundred Spartans who had just experienced a fight, their combat morale increased instead of falling, and they soared from 100 points to 300 points.

This has led to the courage and combat effectiveness of every Spartan on the battlefield increasing exponentially.

Silently observing this data change not only made Aaron's silver pupils more energetic, but also made the slightly curled lines on both sides of Te's mouth seem to be filled with a hint of excitement.

Because he knew that when the river of destiny continued to intersect, when the three words Sparta rushed out of the plain and resounded through the sky, what was displayed before him would be a magnificent era... an era that only belonged to Sparta.

Under this blue sky, the battle on the farmland side took place, with no more than twenty minutes in total.

The invasion of hundreds of long-haired barbarians was ruthlessly shattered.

Scouts were sent to patrol the surroundings, and until Aaron learned that no more long-haired barbarians had appeared, he felt that it was unnecessary to bring out more than a thousand Piriasi. This naturally unexpected victory made his face look blown by the small wind carrying the fragrance of wheat, and gradually became clearer.

"Tracking the enemy and finding out the specific location of their tribe!"

Watching the cavalry of the six general guards galloping towards the direction of the long-haired barbarians' escape, Aaron put away the "Spartan" battle sword, held up the hem of the white cloth with his arms, and rebuilt the pins on his shoulders. Then he ordered the Piriassilos to quickly clean the battlefield.

Piriasi was quick to move. In addition to binding sixteen slightly injured long-haired barbarians and taking them back to the village. They also nailed the corpses of the red-haired barbarians to a wooden stand, and cut off several savage heads covered with red-haired and inserted them on sharp wooden stakes. Using the 'Spartan' method, they warned the entire plain, blood and corpses, the head and wooden stakes. This was the price of invasion of Sparta!

Although there were casualties in the Spartan phalanx, grief never belonged to the Spartans! Twenty Spartans were lined up neatly, lifting the bodies of two robes with shields, and more than 800 Spartans returned triumphantly with victory and glory!

Those shocking wounds flow down and the blood that soaked the shoulders was never decayed. On the battlefield, they died beside the king and sacrificed to protect their homeland. The bodies of these warriors belong to the supreme glory! Their families will also be given compensation for exemption from a military service quota.

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About fifteen minutes later.

A weed is overgrown, as if it was just stepped out of the path. There are no towering trees or the fragrance of wild flowers. Only a few grasses swing back and forth. In the sparse sunlight, someone seems to be lurking in it. As the swaying of the weeds increases, a special atmosphere exudes the weeds, making this path both illusory and real, and adds a bit of secret.

"What do you think?" asked a wild female voice.

The hoarse voice responded, "The tough appearance, fierce eyes, strong bodies, and roar like beasts. It is already intimidating before the battle has occurred... The strength of those warriors is already there, this is a mysterious tribe that can torture and kill the bears. Not to mention, we don't know how many such warriors they have."

A slightly hoarse voice pondered for a moment, and then added another sentence. "I would rather fight with two wolf tribes at the same time than provoke such an enemy."

"Hahaha..." The wild female voice let out a series of breathing and laughing, and then mocked, "I really didn't expect that the number one warrior in the Berserker tribe would say such things. Have your courage and fanaticism been eaten by the hyena in the weeds?"

The first warrior of the Berserker tribe who was mocked, suddenly joined together, shook his head and shook his cheeks, tied nine braided hairs, revealing the cheeks covered with black totems below, and there seemed to be a great displeasure in his tone, "The heads of the six bear chiefs are stuck there. If you want to 'offend' this weird tribe, go by yourself. My subordinates and I can only escort the princess here...a princess from the past!"
Chapter completed!