spartan ancestor

To reach Thermopylae, the Persian fleet had to pass through a long and tortuous strait.

"Damn weather, damn sea fog," grumbled a Persian captain standing on the deck, "can't some wind blow this damn thing away?"

"You know, it's normal to have sea fog at this time of year." His deputy reassured him, "Sea fog is at least better than storms. Such thick sea fog can also obscure the fleet's whereabouts. You see, we have traveled so much in the strait God, there is no one to stop us, maybe when we land, the Greeks will not find our army."

The captain supported the side of the boat and murmured: "Then consider me too sensitive. This kind of weather always makes me feel uneasy, as if something will come out of the fog at any time."

He looked deeply into the fog, always feeling that the surroundings were too quiet, he could only hear the sound of oarsmen of the front and rear ships, but he couldn't see the whole picture of the surrounding ships clearly.

This made him a little apprehensive, wondering if the ships around him belonged to Persia?What if the Greeks had quietly surrounded them?

But turning around, he put this idea aside. After all, the Greek city-states had never been united. He didn't believe that these Greeks could turn enemies into friends and unreservedly send all their fleets to the battlefield, exposing their hometown. behind.

Thinking of this, he felt much more relieved, and a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "We will arrive at the port soon. When the battle is won, what spoils are you going to bring back? For example, some beautiful Athens maids?"

The deputy smiled: "It's best to be a noblewoman, but a good guy like this will basically be—"

"clatter!"

The sound of metal hitting the ship's plank interrupted the deputy's words.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of balls rolling on the deck: "Gulululu..."

The captain's eyes widened almost immediately, watching the small ball that was suddenly thrown onto the ship from the sea fog, rolling all the way to his feet as the deck shook with the waves: "What—"

"Oh!"

"Huh..."

The bursting ball suddenly emitted thick white smoke, which almost merged with the sea fog.

The captain only had time to kick it away, his legs went limp, and he fell to his knees on the deck, and then the paralysis spread all the way to his whole body, and finally shrouded him in ignorance and fell down.

The deputy yelled almost instantly: "Beware of the enemy——hmm!"

The captain's imagination became reality. A dozen or so people with heads like flies turned up on the deck from the sea fog. One of them turned his head, and the eyes of a big, lifeless fly looked over, and then grabbed his hand tightly. Throat.

"Crack!"

The deputy was still struggling, and in the next second he collapsed crookedly in the enemy's strong arms, his neck twisted at a strange angle.

The soldiers on the deck finally came to their senses, grabbed their weapons and roared to attack the enemy. However, during the fight, more black balls fell from the enemy's waist and rolled all over the deck. A thicker smoke was released.

The pure white sea fog and mist covered the blood on the deck.

The screams always stopped abruptly, and the sound of falling to the ground continued.

The Spartan soldiers silently and swiftly swept through the entire cabin. They put away their cloaks and only wore armor, like the cold and grim Reaper's subordinates, coming from the mist, shocking the battlefield on the deck with death and silence.

A-Ka kicked open the wooden board leading to the cabin, and jumped down the wooden door with his mask on. A moment later, a dull voice came from below the deck: "Neiliu is not on this ship."

"Then go to the next one." Yacintos rolled his eyes angrily when he heard the howling of ghosts and wolves from the next ship, "Hein and the others are doing meaningless things to waste time again."

According to their original plan, they should clean up as many Persian ships as possible at the fastest speed.I hope to find Neliu as soon as possible and try to rescue him.

After all, Nick had already led the fleet of the Allied Forces, waiting at the port of Thermopylae. Once the Persian fleet entered the attack range of the Allied Forces, a collision would be launched, and it would be very difficult to find anyone.

Hyacinthus sighed: "Besides, without them, it would be difficult for us to advance in the sea fog——Akka, can you send your eagle to remind us?"

"..." A-Ka was holding on to the edge of the wooden door, and was about to climb onto the deck, but he paused slightly when he heard this, and looked at Jacintos, seemingly speechless, "How to remind?"

Hyacinthus just narrowed his mouth casually: "How much do you want to say about them?"

"..." Aka withdrew his eyes expressionlessly, stretched his arms slightly, and jumped onto the deck, as if he didn't hear any nonsense.

There are not many opportunities left for Hyacinthus to make jokes. They rowed down the ropes beside the boat with the soldiers and sat in the light boat. The experienced pirates immediately slid the oars and accurately Find the way to take them under the next Persian ship.

The Persian fleet was like a long snake startled from hibernation, shaking its somewhat drowsy mind, trying to catch the ants that attacked it.

However, their ships were too large and there were too many of them, making it difficult to find and deal with the pirates and Spartan soldiers driving small boats to attack.

They can only get the fleet together as soon as possible, but this is not a good way, and the neat arrangement also means that it is difficult to avoid the hidden reefs in the strait.

The Persian fleet began to shrink, but the army and pirates led by Hyacinthus and Hein did not stop.

Smoke bombs kept rolling down on the Persian deck. With the fog and strong combat power, they ate away at the Persian fleet from the outside to the inside and from the back to the front.

The Persian fleet quickly approached, but it made it easier for the Spartan soldiers and pirates to move, and, soon, at the end of the Persian fleet, the Spartan navy driving real ships also bit up.

The red sails were slowly unfolded on the mast, and the Spartan fleet emerged from the sea fog like ghost ships, and the oil-burning rockets were mounted by the soldiers with huge crossbows. And the gathered Persian fleet.

The ship that was shot through the deck by the rocket shook violently, Yacintos supported the mast: "We have to speed up."

The Spartan fleet caught up, which means that their plan has entered the second step.

Soon the Persian fleet will be forced to speed up to the shore because of the unbearable disturbance, and Nike will lead the Allied fleet to attack, but they will not be able to find Neliu among the sunk ships.

Hyacinthus looked into the mist and murmured: "God, I hope Neliu is not in the fleet, or has escaped in a small boat..."

…………

Persian fleet.

The ship that General Sally was on was protected in the center with three layers inside and three layers outside. Even so, it still couldn't completely avoid the turmoil caused by the naval battle.

General Shali was furious on the boat: "Damn the sea fog! Damn the Greeks! How did they know that we would pass by this strait at this time?"

"I don't know," the adjutant also frowned, "but sneak attack in the sea fog? And that strange smoke ball? This behavior is more like pirates—but they fight like well-trained soldiers."

General Shali was very angry: "What? At this point, you still want to comfort me by encountering pirates?! The majestic Persian fleet, being forced to what it is now by pirates, is better than being forced to retreat by the Greeks? And they Hoist the sails of Sparta!"

General Sally jumped up from his seat angrily: "Look what they are doing! Those Spartans, holding the giant crossbows they stole from Persia, deal with our Persian fleet! Bah, these shameless thieves! "

The adjutant suddenly realized something: "Wait...Sparta?"

He couldn't believe the sudden suspicion in his mind, but he couldn't help thinking about it. After holding back for a few seconds, he finally couldn't hold back and said, "Do you think this has something to do with the military division?"

People are like this, once a certain doubt arises, looking back at everything in the past, it seems that there are some clues hidden.

Before the adjutant said his guess, he still thought it was absurd, but after he actually said it, he felt more and more that maybe this was the truth: "Apart from the military division, who else has any reason to disclose our marching plan to the Greeks? Carefully Think about it, military advisers rarely participate in our military meetings, but that day they just sat next to them with their crossbows and arrows in their arms. When you asked, you said such a plan that sounded extraordinarily subtle, did you plan it long ago?"

"This is impossible. He was killed by the Spartans and expelled from the territory..." General Shali said so, but there was a part of his heart, and he began to believe that this was true, or in other words, he hoped that this was true. real.

After all, only in this way can he better accept why he was forced to this point by the Greek fleet.

The mistake was not in his ability to lead the army, but in having a traitor buried beside him.

The sense of crisis that might be defeated put him in a state of rage, and he couldn't calm down at all. General Shali suddenly moved forward: "There are also those small balls that emit smoke. Isn't the military division responsible for this? Responsible for providing us with the most powerful weapons? Why do our soldiers feel helpless in the face of such a despicable thing? Go! Let's ask the military division now, why is this so? lose--"

The ship plank shook suddenly, and General Shali supported the side of the ship: "What's going on?!"

"General! There are many Greek ships in the port! They are ramming our ships!"

"Steady!" General Shali helped his helmet down in embarrassment, and turned around to go to the deck. "Don't mess up the formation! As long as we can break through a hole, we can land—"

"Boom!"

The ship board swayed violently again, and the panicked voices of the soldiers came from the bow: "We can't get together anymore, our target is too big, they can hit us if they collide at will!"

The adjutant clasped the mast tightly, his voice was a little hysterical amidst the loud noise caused by the naval battle: "Scatter! Spread! We still have the numerical advantage!"

"No! They—they have a lot of ships, too!"

The sea fog became thinner because it was close to the land. Countless sails with the symbols of various city-states cut through the mist and cruised in the bay, like sharks that had been lurking for a long time, stabbing their sharp bows at enemy ships in groups.

"Why—" the lieutenant was stunned for a moment, "How come there are so many ships?! Did they transport all the ships here? They are crazy, and they are not afraid of their neighbors when they come out like this. She's taking the opportunity to rob?"

"Retreat—how about going back? The Spartan fleet behind is not as many as in the bay?" General Shali shouted, "Oh, damned army, bah! Damn Neleu! Traitor!"

"General, the strait behind us is too narrow. The enemy fleet has already blocked the entrance..."

Driven by death, the Persian fleet could only sprint towards the coast with its teeth pressed together. General Sally was almost thrown down by the swaying deck. After staggering a few times, the fear of death turned into anger. He hurriedly walked to the cabin where the military adviser was, and just as he went down the stairs, the boat swayed again.

General Sally held on to the wall in time to prevent the tendency to fall, but there was a laborer carrying water in the cabin, who couldn't spare his hand to support the leaning, and slammed into General Sally's feet.

The laborer hit his head on the steps, snorted in pain, frowned and raised his back, saw General Sally with an ugly face, his already weak legs couldn't stand up at all, he covered his head in fright and kept yelling Say, "I don't know! It has nothing to do with me!"

"What——" General Shali frowned and scolded halfway, paused, and then said, "You confess yourself!"

The laborer trembled and said: "I... I did see the military division using pigeons to deliver letters in the military camp some time ago, but the military division often contacted Persia, so I didn't take it seriously, and the military division also reprimanded me at that time. , I just—ah!"

General Shali kicked the laborer over with one foot, his eyes were on fire: "You saw it! You saw it, why didn't you say it?!"

"I don't know, I don't know!" the laborer cried loudly, "I'm just a coolie who boils water..."

"Shh!"

A silver sword was suddenly thrown from the depths of the aisle, but because the thrower was not strong enough, it stuck on the ground halfway.

General Shali suddenly raised his head: "Military division! Neliu...you traitor!"

"Boom!"

The ship swayed violently again, and Neliu almost lost his footing. Fortunately, he hit the ground with a scimitar in time: "What I do is to be loyal to the city-state, and I have nothing to do with traitors—"

Before Neliu finished speaking, he was thrown to the ground by General Shali who rushed up.

General Shali’s eyes were on fire: “How dare you—how dare you!” He reached out and snatched the knife from Neliu’s hand, with a sneer on his face, “You think you’re a hero, don’t you? You still want to save this Labor? I'll let you save me!"

The scimitar was lifted up by the furious general, swung down suddenly, and poured into the winter wind on the deck, Neliu was almost numb for a moment before feeling a sharp pain from his thigh.

The pain distorted his face, his lips parted, but his vocal cords couldn't make a sound because of the excessive pain.

Sally: "The lame is already lame, so let me do you a favor and get rid of it completely, right? You don't always feel that lame leg numb—"

"Boom!"

"Abandon the ship! Abandon the ship! The ship is flooded!"

"Don't take anything, the Greeks are already on board!"

"The red cloak...it's Spar—ah!!"

"Gululu..."

The head of the Persian soldier rolled off the deck and bumped lightly at General Sally's feet.

The next thing Shali saw was that the world in front of him suddenly rotated, and his staring head rolled to the side of the head of the Persian soldier.

Death pulled General Sally's soul out of his body, and the sun, which had been missing for a long time, came late and penetrated the sea fog.

He saw a figure stepping down from the deck, the sun gently placed a crown on the man's blond hair, the red cloak was like flowing blood, sweeping down the ground, and the blood of the enemy flowed between the hanging swords, drop by drop. Hit the floor.

Hyacinthus thrust his sword into the floor and heard Neleu gasp in pain.

For this frail little prince, the cold alone is enough to kill him. At this time, he also has to take care of the cough and pain that occupy his breath, and a mouth seems not enough.

Yacintos went back smoothly, wanted to take off the red cloak on his back, but stopped after a pause, then untied his clean shirt, put it on for Neliu, and picked him up: "Is there a boat? Neliu's leg is broken, this wound should not be exposed to sea water."

Aka was still a little dazed.

Originally, he saw Hyacinthus go to untie the red cloak behind his back, and his hands almost smashed the railing next to him. After all, this was not the first time he saw Hyacinthus lend the most important partner to the Spartans. other people.

Before it was Apollo, now it is Neleu.

He couldn't comment on either of them. After all, what Hyacinths threw to Apollo was an old discarded cloak, and Apollo was still the old lover of Hyacinthus who broke up with him at that time, so he still had some affection.

As for Neliu, looking at the broken limp of this thin human being, he couldn't think of a reason why Hyacinthus would hesitate.

But the fact is that Hyacinthus did change course after reaching out.

Yacintos's hand was occupied by Neliu, so he could only lift his foot and kick Aka: "You want to drag me to die with Neliu?"

"...?" A-Ka came back to his senses, feeling the seawater seeping into the deck, "this way."

Beside the Persian ship, there were already pirates who risked danger and waited there in light boats. When they took Neliu, they whistled: "This kid is destined to be with me, and my broken leg? Oh, he just doesn’t look well, don’t worry, I’ll stop the bleeding immediately and send him to our doctor, he won’t die if he keeps it.”

Hyacinthus swung the blood-dripping sword, grabbed the iron chain pulled by the Greek navy between the Persian ships, and swung onto the deck of another ship: "Go, the ship is going to sink."

The vortex created by the sunken ship was not easy to control. The pirate looked at Neliu, who was about to die, and without a word, rowed the boat, avoiding bows and ships and sailing to a safe place.

"Ugh-"

The low sound of the horn cut through the sea fog, a signal to close the encirclement.

Yacintos patted Aka, who was staring at him intently, and winked at him: "Although I'm glad you can stare blankly at me wearing a mask, but now is not a good time."

Hyacinthus cut the rope on the mast with his backhand and swung onto the next ship that was still in the melee. The scimitar in his hand drew a silver light in the air, cut the throat of the enemy leader, and then pointed at the enemy: "surrender, or die in the here."

In the distance, thirty or so Persian ships that had not been sunk crashed into the shallows, and the Persian soldiers rushed from the ships to the land as if they had been saved. The hot magma rushed all the way to the Persian soldiers.

Oss rode a high horse and charged more fiercely than anyone else. His faded and white cloak went back and forth among the enemy army a few times, and it became brand new red.

"Ugh-"

Amidst the buzzing of the Alos pipe, the billowing red sea rolled towards the coast.

·

Even if the naval battle had the upper hand, it took seven days and nights to truly destroy the Persian fleet and defeat the Persian army from Macedonia.

It was the first time for Hyacinthus to fight on the battlefield, and he wanted to fight the Spartans until the last moment. However, his biological father, who loved him, kindly sent a lot of official documents, expressing that the next year's Hyacinthus Festival would be celebrated anyway. To celebrate, do you want to organize some activities to encourage business and trade?

Then we have to prepare from now on. I hope that Yacintos will not be arrogant and impetuous during this festival, and continue to dedicate himself to Sparta.

Jacintos read His Majesty Una's letter: "..."

Ordinary people may admire that they are indeed Spartans who treat the battlefield as nothing, and take care of the city-state's official duties while fighting, but Hyacinthus only saw a few impatient characters in the letter: "Go back. "

Faced with such a loving father, the filial son had no choice but to throw the letter into the bonfire, pretending not to see it.

The Persian army was completely defeated, and all the remaining soldiers surrendered. The villagers who had been relocated to escape the battle also returned home, bringing a lot of pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks to the heroic allies.

The experienced doctor from Uboya Island also came to Hot Spring Pass, and Neliu stopped the bleeding in time, and with the help of the doctor's skillful rejuvenation, he still saved his life.

It was because of excessive blood loss and exposure to cold that until the end of the battle, he still maintained a low-grade fever and never woke up.

"Is there really nothing to do with this leg?" Yacintos sat beside Neliu's bed and asked the doctor again tirelessly.

Neliu's lame leg was originally the opponent's heart disease, but now it came down from half of the thigh and was empty.

Originally relaxing after the war, Yacintos wanted to secretly go to the hot springs in Laaka to enjoy the enjoyment, but the picture of Neliu's broken leg in the cabin was always lingering in his mind.

He couldn't help but think that if he was a few seconds earlier, he might still be able to keep the opponent's leg...

The doctor was expressionless: "I can't help it, please throw away this broken leg quickly, okay? Even though it's winter, what should rot will still rot."

Hyacinthus had to sigh and put down the package in his hand.

He looked at the empty quilt, and continued to ponder without giving up: the original wife's leg can't be used, what about other ways?

For example, how about making a prosthetic leg like making an organ?

It's a pity that this mechanism must be very complicated, and it can't be done by learning blacksmithing from Hephaestus for a few days.

Well, if only Hephaestus was here—

Outside the camp, the laughter of the villagers holding pigs and sheep and thanking the army suddenly changed.

A sharp scream pierced the battlefield that hadn't been quiet for a long time: "Ah—help!!"

"The ground is moving! The ground is moving!"

"Ah!!! Revenant! The black carriage——it's Hades!!"

"Oh Zeus, is that the goddess of beauty? God, I would use all the beautiful words in the world to describe her—"

"Hey, who's that lame man who's always teasing Goddess of Beauty, Hephaestus?"

Jacintos, who had been listening to the movement outside, was instantly excited, and took a few steps out of the tent: "I miss you, my dear—"

Hades and Aphrodite, who were ridiculing each other, cast their gazes at the same time, waiting for Hyacinthus to make a verdict for their dispute.

The honest man, Vulcan, rubbed his hands in confusion and persuaded: "Aphrodite, you are crazy, you are a married woman, why do you have to rob someone with Hades? His Majesty Hades, you... It's a bit outrageous, Yaxin already has someone in his heart, why do you insist on digging this corner? There are so many forests in the world, why do you insist on this tree?"

Listen, listen.

Yacintos was so moved, mobilized 200 million emotions and strode over, bypassing the goddess of beauty who had already stretched out his arms, and Pluto, who had raised his chin slightly, hugged his old buddy, and finished speaking: "— — Hephaestus!"

Hades: "?"

Aphrodite: "??"

The two gods cast sharp glances at Hephaestus.

Hades said with sarcasm: "There are so many forests in the world?"

Aphrodite screamed: "I can't be a wife if I have a husband, but you can be a husband if you have a wife?!"