The battlefield is always a place of extremely cruel fighting

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The general guard scout in leather armor raised his head and looked straight into Aaron's eyes, panting, swallowing a mouthful of saliva, "My king, I find an enemy invasion!"

After listening to the scout's report, the number of long-haired barbarians who invaded Sparta was about 200. Although the number was not large, Aaron still felt a little solemn about this. In short, since the activity ceremony, this has been the fifth consecutive invasion initiated by the long-haired barbarians.

After grabbing the Spartan War Sword, Aaron couldn't help but wonder, "When did the long-haired barbarian become so crazy, it lasted not only for five days, but also launched two or more invasions within one day."

But now it is obvious that it is not the time to think about these things. And in Aaron's memory, Sparta had never encountered such an abnormal situation.

"At the same time, multiple barbarian tribes were invaded in batches at different times. Such an incident made people feel strange and smelled an unusual breath."

Aaron's eyes narrowed into a long and narrow slit, and the battle was about to happen, so he could only stop thinking about these things for the time being.

Around Sparta, there are many tribes of long-haired barbarians.

And based on Aaron's understanding of the long-haired barbarians, these long-haired barbarians, known as bears, were irritable and aggressive in nature, and they were never harmonious between tribes. If they wanted to integrate them together, it would be impossible to complete the task.

"It seems that there is no other good way to avoid the enemy. Everything will be discussed tomorrow after waiting."

Aaron couldn't figure out the reason for this for the time being, especially now, Sparta was at an important moment of harvesting crops. All slaves, free people, and Spartan people were busy rushing to harvest in the fields. In addition, it took at least six days to harvest the wheat in the fields. Today is the fifth day.

It's like on a wet night, you need to be guarded against mosquito bites. Whenever it's evening, Aaron always has to be vigilant and ready to call the Spartan helmets to defend against unknown numbers of long-haired barbarians and prevent them from destroying their crops.

In such a hot season, the bears only need to set a few fires to destroy the hard work of the Spartan free people for half a year.

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

The ordinary Spartan reserve only had 100 combat morale. The elite Spartan helmet was as high as 500. Looking at the huge combat morale, under the sanitation of fifty Spartan helmets, Aaron picked up the sword and raised it over his head as usual, except for a hint of fatigue on his face.

Aaron's usual pre-war mobilization, "Tell me, Spartans, where are our borders?"

The Spartans answered in unison: "Where the spear points!"

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

Fifty fully armed Spartan heavy-helmet infantry, raised their chests and raised their spears and shouted, "Aoooh!"

"Resist the enemy! Guard Sparta!" Hearing Aaron's order, a considerable amount of dust immediately raised under the feet of fifty Spartan heavy-helmet infantrymen.

Ten minutes later, Aaron led fifty Spartan helmets, lurking in the wheat field at the edge of the farmland, and gently looked up at the woods in the distance.

The sun shines down from the shade of the leaves, revealing an irresistible tranquility. Five minutes later, the light and shadows illuminate between the leaves are generally shaking left and right, as if shadows are moving rapidly in the forest.

"roar!--"

When the nostrils are facing upwards in the sight, the barbarian creature walking upright with his legs like a normal human. The thick layer of yellow hair on his face and body is what else would it be if it were not a long-haired barbarian called the bear tribe.

"The enemy's morale is 60 points!"

Such data is the usual garbage morale of the long-haired barbarians. In Aaron's memory, the combat morale of these shits never exceeded 80 points.

Looking at the figures of long-haired barbarians one after another, and rushed out of the dense woods, Aaron's eyes began to show a fierce look from now on.

Although there were not thousands of bears in front of me, I was always tense of my nerves for five consecutive days, and every day, I was resisting the invasion of such small-scale barbarians. This made Aaron feel severe physical and mental exhaustion, and finally couldn't bear the anger that had been deliberately suppressed for a long time.

"Breaking forward! No prisoners left!"

This time, Aaron was really angry. Fifty Spartan helmets, when they heard Aaron's order, immediately rushed out of the wheat field and threw the spear in their hands accurately. Then they quickly pulled out the battle sword from behind their waists. Faced with the Spartan helmet, the combat morale of the long-haired barbarians often collapsed after the head of the red-haired barbarian fell to the ground.

At this time, the purpose of Sparta's heavy helmet was no longer simply to defend against enemies, but to kill without any scruples.

So in the vision, after some long-haired barbarians were stabbed by thrown spears, the silent and determined Spartan helmet did not take the opportunity to cut off their wailing throats. Instead, before the long-haired barbarians were defeated, they took advantage of the opportunity to continue to advance in order to stab more enemies.

"I want to run!"

Suddenly, when he saw the yellow-haired barbarian running with a wounded leg, Aaron suddenly shouted coldly disdainfully and stepped forward quickly. The Spartan sword in his hand slashed down with no trick. His sword was fast and fast. The injured yellow-haired barbarian in front of him had no time to step or dodge to the side, so he had to take it with one arm.

Puchi-

The substantial sound of the sharp blade cutting the body and the splashing blood made Aaron's eyes red and his brain heated. In the past six months, although Aaron has been used to wailing and death, it was the first time he took the knife with his own hands.

The hot blood spurted out from the broken limbs of the long-haired barbarian, sprinkled Aaron's face. Although he felt a lot of burning pain in his eyes, Aaron still endured it.

"It's just like this when I kill someone for the first time."

Since you are on the battlefield at this moment, you must maintain a numb and tough heart and ignore life. This is not something you can practice in a day or two.

He didn't care about the discomfort in his eyes. After a moment of hothead, when the sword in Aaron's hand was cut out again, he suddenly turned his body forward and swung his arm quickly. The whole process made Aaron disdain for the rolling head behind him.

"Sparta—"

Under Aaron's gaze, when a Spartan roar began to erupt in front of him, the fighting enthusiasm that Spartan Helmet had suppressed earlier was released and reached the boiling point in an instant.

The feet of Spartan Helmet moved like lightning. The two weapons of the Battle Sword and the Big Shield came to the hands of the Spartan Helmet, like a part of the body. Sometimes after several quick and agile movements, they only need to swing their wrists and gently touch the sword blade to cut off the enemy's kneecap, or cut open the thigh artery to bleed it.

When the brightest scene happened on the battlefield.

Spartan's heavy helmet jumped up, used all his strength, roaring with the words "Sparta", and fiercely split the head of the yellow-haired barbarian in half from it. When the white and red liquid was sprayed out, it basically rendered everything in the vision.

"Spartan Helmet Infantry, Combat Morale, 550 Points!"

"Enemy morale, 10 points."

More than 200 long-haired barbarians, except for one-quarter of whom were wiped out by spears at the beginning of the battle, after ten minutes of killing, most of them were either lying on their bodies or escaping.

It is reasonable that Spartan's heavy helmet's combat morale rose by 50 points, but Aaron didn't understand why the enemy's morale still showed 10 points.

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that behind himself, who should have been safe, he suddenly suffered a heavy blow, which made Aaron's eyes turn black and his body lose the power of support, and he rushed forward.

Under the blow of this powerful force, he fell heavily into the grass and rolled a few times, overwhelming a piece of weeds. Only then did Aaron struggle to get up. Unfortunately, Aaron clearly felt that he might not be able to do this. There was a feeling of discomfort and heavyness on his face, accompanied by a numb back. Even a trace of blood hung on the corner of his mouth.

"Guard the King!"

The battlefield is always an extremely cruel place to fight.

Aaron felt that if the Spartan helmet was not responding quickly, or if he had been very careful and had not escaped from the protection range of the Spartan helmet, then he would have been very likely to be broken by the sudden appearance of the red-haired barbarian.

Fortunately, just before the Red-haired Barbarian caught up and his fist fell again, about three or several Spartan war swords were used to chop out many deadly holes in the head of the Red-haired Barbarian.
Chapter completed!