spartan ancestor

In Sparta, the presence of frontiersmen has always been awkward.

They were neither Spartans nor Hilos, and were used by Sparta as a buffer zone between the Spartans and Hilos.

They settled around the Spartan Acropolis, which formed an invisible barrier, making it difficult for Helotes who were captured in the Acropolis to escape to their hometowns outside the towns where the border residents lived, and greatly reduced the The possibility of the Hilos successfully invading Sparta.

But as long as no war is involved, the Frontiers generally get on well with their down-and-out neighbors, the Hilos.

Just like now, they are listening to the noise from next door in confusion and anxiety with the Hilo people who came to the market to barter.

They can probably guess the reason for all this nonsense, and they are very nervous, not knowing how it will affect their lives.

But the money that should be earned still has to be earned.

In the small square, the merchants shouted loudly, and the Hilo people who came all the way from the remote mountainous area where they hid buried their heads in the stalls, trying to pick out more conscientious merchants, until an army suddenly drove straight in, and the leading officer walked onto the square .

Aizhi's father rode on the horse, looked around, and let those timid people flee in panic. He was very satisfied to see that some people still bravely stayed where they were, and their eyes were full of unwillingness to surrender.

He waited for a while longer, until the originally bustling market was almost empty and quiet, and then he turned his eyes to those people who did not flinch: "Warriors, put away your hostility. I am not your enemy. In fact, On behalf of a young crown prince, I extend an invitation to you."

"For hundreds of years, you have been called 'Border People', 'Helots', and 'Mixed Blood', and you have been divided into different groups like animals. Therefore, I am not allowed to marry the person I love, and my lover is a Borderers, not allowed to enjoy civil rights."

"I know that among you—especially the Hilo people, you have suffered far more than me and my lover."

"I don't want to go into details, just tell me, warriors, do you want to change this?"

He slashed his spear in the air, cutting off the rain, pointing the bright silver tip at the cart full of weapons and armor behind him: "The war has begun, make your choice! Take up arms like a warrior, or be a coward." head off!"

The square was silent for a moment, only the sound of rain filled my ears.

Then, a person moved.

Two, three... People rushed towards the carts one after another. Occasionally, a few turned around and galloped into the alley beside the market. After a while, more crowds came out.

Most of them are young people, who have not yet been numb and silent under the polishing of reality.

Ai Zhi's father stood on the square, and could hear crying and cursing or urging voices from the alley connecting the residence: "Don't go! You are crazy, this is war, what if you die on the battlefield?"

Young people have already rushed out from the alleys: "Come on then! When I go to see Charon in the Styx, I can tell him that I am a glorious warrior, and I will change the future of Sparta and all peoples." Give your life!"

The same scene also appeared in the Spartan civilian settlement.

Noam's elder brother cleaned up the team, rubbed his six-year-old brother's head by the way, and shoved: "Go and return the spear to others, don't waste weapons."

The young brother puffed his face: "I can do it too! They haven't received training, and I haven't received training, so why can't I go to the battlefield?"

Those Spartan civilian youths who lost their family income and lost the opportunity to receive training due to the annexation of the land by the nobles laughed loudly while checking their equipment. One of them pretended to think, and then said: "Since we are more People poking their backs and calling 'losers' for seven or eight years?"

"...Oh, okay." Brother Noam thought carefully for a moment, and reluctantly handed over the spear. "This opportunity really should belong to you."

The one who teased the child: "..."

Why do you feel that there is no joy of success?

... If I knew it earlier, I would have said "You are not as tall as my calf".

Brother Noam rolled his eyes angrily, glanced across the gate of the Acropolis, and caught sight of Aizhi's father who was leading the army into the city: "—Let's go! It's time to meet up."

At the same time, the Yagiade family lived in the settlement.

The usually empty site was occupied by people. Yacintos looked around at the black laborers who were wearing armor and checking each other, rubbed Tana's head, and said half-jokingly: "Who would have thought, Will it be overcrowded someday?"

He smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.

This sentence should actually be said like this: who knew that there were so many black laborers in the Acropolis, who had gone to the battlefield and won honor for their masters, but they were still treated like dogs after they were disarmed and returned home. dignified life.

Hyacinthos' eyes flicked over the Helos who Acre crossed the battlefield and found from the Acropolis one by one.

Sparta is a city-state dominated by military affairs, but there are not many pure-blood Spartans, at least on the battlefield against the enemy state, they do not have an advantage in numbers.

So a long time ago, some Spartan generals began to recruit Helots into the army, but they were not respected as regular soldiers, but as cheap death squads. When he came back alive from the battlefield, what awaited him was definitely not a reward, but a return to his previous life.

"The bonfire is lit," Aka said across the crowd, walking to Hyacinthus, looking at the thick black smoke rising not far away.

This is the signal for the meeting of the teams led by Aizhi's father and Nome's brother, and it is also a signal for Hyacinthus to lead the team behind to join the main force.

The Helos quickly lined up with great experience, and under the rain, they followed Hyacinthos and galloped to the front line of the battlefield, entangled in the frenzy of soldiers like hyenas.

This team effectively shared the burden of the guards such as Aizhi and Nome, refilled the defensive circle that had some signs of collapse, and firmly held the defense line of the settlement.

Yacinthos jumped over the crowded crowd and saw that the soldiers brought by his brother Aos had surrounded the old Xan's army from the rear.

Old Kesang, who originally surrounded the settlement of Yagiade, became a turtle in a urn who was attacked by two sides.

Even so, the noble soldiers who surrounded him still did not flinch: "The gods have given us an oracle! We will be the victors of this war! Come on! Win the victory for the West Wind God!"

"?" Hyacinthus swung the spear away from the enemy with a single blow, raising his brows high.

Zephyr?What's going on with Zephyrus here? Could it be that old Xang hooked up with Zephyrus?

For this reason, he specially put some water on his men, and while fighting against the tireless enemy, he asked, "Can you explain it to me kindly? I remember that Sparta has never had the custom of offering sacrifices to the West Wind God?"

"That's because Apollo stole the fruits of Zephyrus!" The enemy probably didn't expect that he could fight back and forth with Hyacinthus, and those companions were all chopped up by Hyacinthus just now. Turning over, he immediately cheered up, roared, and thrust the spear towards Hyacinthus with both hands.

"Hmm, um." Hyacinthus perfunctorily swung the spear away with a tricky turn of the scimitar, "Be more specific."

The enemy roared in anger, but they were so provoked that they really repeated what old Ksang had said to instigate everyone, the "oracle" of Xifeng God, and then scolded: "This is the will of the gods, and it is your destined destiny! We are the ones favored by the gods! The gods will bless us to win!"

Jacintos couldn't help but sneered: "Forget it. If the West Wind God really had that ability, he would have come here by himself, so he still needs to incite you?"

It is estimated that Zephyros is still entangled by Apollo and cannot escape, so he can only use this method.

Yacinto paused for a moment, and then said: "Also, do you think that the reason why you can win the battle is because of the blessing of the gods, not because of the training you have passed and the battlefields you have been on based on your own strength? You believe in the gods, and it is better than that." The spear in your hand?"

The scimitar suddenly stood upright, rubbing against the metal spear shaft, making a sharp sound, and then lightly cut the enemy's throat.

Yacintos said calmly: "No wonder you are so weak."

Amidst the sound of the rainstorm, the sound of the Alos pipe that encouraged the old Xang army to advance seemed weak.

But the fighting of tens of thousands of Spartan soldiers and the footsteps on the ground are enough to shake the land.

Aka "requisitioned" the heavy hammer in the enemy's hand, swung his arm with tyrannical strength, and knocked down a circle of enemies. The former rookie recruits and current mercenaries he brought rushed over one after another, even though they were constantly suppressed , the noble soldier who is still firmly grounded, until: "Father?!"

One of the mercenaries stared wide-eyed, and his father looked at each other through the clashing weapons.

The father was stunned for a moment, and then cursed: "Little bastard! Where did you die? Your mother and I almost thought... If you don't get me out of here, you are so capable that you dare to swing a knife at me?"

mercenary:"--"

It's not that the mercenary didn't speak, but his voice was covered by another louder and more powerful voice.

Alos Guan's unique voice can be recognized at a glance, only this time, the direction of the sound is not the old Xan's army, but the settlement of the Yakiad family.

The mercenary yelled in the buzzing sound: "Who sent a message to Alan's father! I worked so hard to smuggle him to Sparta, not to let him disturb me talking to my father!"

No one has time to talk to him.

Accompanied by Alan's father blowing the Alos pipe again after many years, the soldiers of Hyacinthos, who had already had the upper hand, became even more imposing.

Alan's father seemed to have made a certain modification to the Alos pipe, so that its sound even suppressed the sound of the rainstorm, and it was transmitted to the ears of every soldier very clearly, guiding the rhythm of the attack.

The heavily armored soldiers led by Oss lined up in rows, and the sturdy shields were built on top of each other to form a tight shield wall. With the orderly and powerful steps of the heavy armored soldiers, they crushed towards the enemy.The enemy's position, which was still solid, began to faintly show signs of collapse.

"—" the mercenary cursed again, and then yelled at his father vigorously, "Forget it! It's good! Can you see the situation clearly now? Join us!"

Father was furious: "The Spartans never play fools on the battlefield!"

He slammed at his own son and slashed hard again, but was blocked again, so he returned to the original deadlock.

"How can this be called grass?" The mercenary said tactfully, "This is called abandoning the dark and turning to the bright. Think about it, after Old Kesang took power and annexed the land of the common people, he will stop? The next step is us little noble families ?”

He didn't wait for his father to argue, and quickly continued: "Oh, of course, you may not care about this little personal interest. From the perspective of the city-state, when old Kesang becomes the sole tyrant in power, he and Cleo are all The general of Sparta. Can Sparta win the war in the next 30 years? Argos and Athens must not dismantle Sparta? As a Spartan, you must not think about the glory of Sparta? No For the sake of the continuation of Sparta?"

Father:"……"

"30 years" is like a curse, combined with the old Xan's three defeats in three battles, it can shake the hearts of Spartan soldiers in battle.

Not only him, but even the soldiers from other minor nobles nearby couldn't help hesitating.

The mercenary strikes while the iron is hot: "Let me be more straightforward! If you don't stand by me today, Sparta will be destroyed in the future, and you will be the sinner for the destruction of Sparta!"

"..." Father and the mercenary looked at each other.

After a while, he moved slowly.

This is all done for the continuation of Sparta, how can it be called grass on the wall?