Chapter 514 515. Honor on the battlefield
On the cliff, the outline of the Spartan camp was carved out by a circle of lit torches. The sentry stood at his post expressionlessly, always alert.
Some mountain people were sitting on trees and on the highlands in the countryside. They were professional harpooneers and peripheral night watchmen. Although they were not pure Spartan citizens, as soldiers, they were still subject to Respected.
The Spartan soldiers in the camp sat by the fire, letting out dull laughter from time to time. Or sipping the pitifully thin black broth from their curzon pots, or sharpening the blades of their spears.
A few others were naked, while their slaves carefully applied oil to their strong but hungry bodies, and then rubbed the dirt off their bodies with scrapers.
Stantor was sitting by the fire in the center of the camp, exhausted, hungry, and a little restless. Unable to sleep, he got up from the darkness and took several other insomniac soldiers to the fire, hoping to kill time and spend the night. "Sing me a poem by Tyrtaeus." He muttered, "I want to hear his war song."
Two soldiers who were Spartan citizens sitting opposite him He coughed, cleared his throat, and then sang a war song written by the greatest poet of Sparta three hundred years ago in his worst singing voice.
This is one of the few Spartans who have shown outstanding attainments in the field of art. The Athenians even found this ridiculous at the time, because they believed that the Spartans had never valued art before and would never value it in the future.
They will only take away lives with weapons, nothing more.
Now Stantor's face was as depressed as dirt, and he quickly stopped the singing soldiers and said: "Stop singing, before the ghost of the great man rises from the underworld and rips out your tongues, Stop it, stop singing.”
He stared down at the Adrestia, which clung to the shore like a limpet. The annoying mercenary had been here for nearly two weeks.
She did a good job, but she had obviously received formal Spartan training, and now she was using mercenary fighting tactics mixed with no glory.
This makes Stantor dislike her no matter what.
But no matter what, there are worse problems to face now.
The growing rumors were accurate, Pericles of Athens sent a powerful force of heavy infantry south in an attempt to break the Spartan control of the land, and soon The Spartan legions would march north to meet the enemy.
Sparta's allies had been mustered to prepare for war.
Some people in the military camp talked about the heroes of Athens, others talked about the approximate strength of the enemy, and many people rumored that Sparta would be defeated this time, and the morale of the army was greatly low, as if they had been The stomach is constantly tortured by hunger.
A rush of footsteps came from outside the tent in front of Stantor.
Stantor suddenly raised his head and shouted sharply: "Guard!"
A figure came to the fire and continued to walk towards him. When he stood up and was about to draw out his dagger, the figure stopped and threw a heavy object in his direction.
After the object fell next to the fire, the outer sack burst open, and what rolled out was a beautifully crafted full-face metal helmet.
“Artifact!”
One of the Spartans exclaimed in a low voice.
For a country that is martial to the extreme, artifacts are what every Spartan dreams of.
When the figure approached, Stantor raised his head. Cassandra raised her eyebrows and stared at him defiantly and confidently.
It was this look, a look that was even more Spartan than that of an orthodox Spartan citizen.
Stantor hated this look in the eyes of a foreigner.
"Mercenaries?" He roared in a low voice.
"Ikanos, who planted spies and plundered military supplies, is dead. This is his artifact, with blood spurting from his neck on it."
Kassander As if La didn't notice the hostility in Stantor's eyes, he just sat beside the fire.
"I have recovered a total of more than ten carts of grain that were stolen by them, so that you and your soldiers can have a good meal and recharge your batteries before the Athenians attack." Stantor stood up. Come, with a mixed expression. "In other words, you saved us? Saved Sparta's entire battle in Megaris? Is that what you mean?"
He suddenly broke out and roared, " Do you want us to bow down and show our gratitude?”
“I just want to meet the [Blood Wolf] of Sparta,” Kassandra said softly, looking at the fire.
Stantor fixed his eyes on Cassandra's side face that flickered in the flickering light of the fire, and suddenly laughed after a long silence.
"Sparta's general cannot stand in front of a cowardly waste. Let's do this, mercenary, I'll give you a chance."
"The Athenian heavy infantry will come over to participate in the fight for Megaris. And I will recommend you to become a member of this glorious battle, giving you the opportunity to fight for the glory of the Spartan soldiers as a mercenary!"
"Perform military exploits, get rewards, and meet the [Blood Wolf]!"
He originally thought that Cassandra would fight between two groups, and she broke into cold sweat because of the confrontation in the military formation with the mercenaries. When fighting alone, the level of cruelty is not at the same level.
But Cassandra surprised him again.
She agreed simply: "I'll go."
So the entire military camp applauded this woman's courage and fearlessness.
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A few days later, the Spartans conducted pre-war sacrifices in their military camp.
Under the cliff, the legendary heavy infantry legion of the Athenians stepped on a long snake with rising smoke on the land of Megaris.
According to the war etiquette at this time, they are also performing pre-war sacrifices. This process will not be disturbed by the other party, otherwise it will be blasphemy to the gods.
Sparta offered a sheep to the gods, and the priest cut the bleating beast's neck with a knife. After it became completely immobile, it was announced that the gods were very pleased with it.
"Okay, Barnabas. You are like an old hen when you keep telling Cassandra to 'bring more bread' and 'bring more water'."
< br>On the Adrestia, which was swimming in the shallow sea, Lan leaned on the side of the ship and looked at the two large clouds of sand and dust rising from the beach in the distance.
And held down Barnabas who was pacing around anxiously beside him.
"Kassandra is a mercenary now, but she has been a Spartan since she was a child. She is very strong, don't you think she is not a mortal? So you and Fubo don't have to worry so much."
"But That's war! Lann! War!"
Barnabas's thick white hair sprouted like a lion, and he really cared about Cassandra.
"That is the manifestation of Ares's divine power in the human world! Even though Cassandra has tamed the bird of the gods, even though she is not a mortal, but."
Said, Barnabas glanced at Lan.
"But why don't you go and help her, Lan? Even on the battlefield, it's better to have someone taking care of you than to be alone. And you..."
You are not an ordinary person.
Barnabas finally asked the words that had been buried in his heart for several days. This sentence came into his mind when Lan said that he would not go to the battlefield with Cassandra.
Lan En, on the other hand, was still leaning on the side of the ship, quietly watching the battlefield on the beach.
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(End of this chapter)