Chapter 515 516. Choice and Preparation
“I will not rush into a battlefield rashly, Barnabas.”
Lan En said calmly, the kind of person who detached himself to the point of The tone outside the situation even made Barnabas feel that the person standing in front of him was 'something' that did not belong to this world.
This is a war that has swept through the entire Greek world and brought everyone together!
Logically speaking, no one should be able to stay out of this war.
But Lan En's tone and expression were just like that.
“Yes, the Delian League led by Athens is not a good thing, because Athens’ democracy is only for its own city-state, only for the small group of citizens in its own city-state. Athens is a Mediterranean Large slave owners, their civilization and art are based on the exploitation of slaves, and even for allies in the alliance, Athens compulsorily collects alliance fees to develop itself."
"But so. Is the Peloponnesian League headed by Sparta a good thing? No, because Sparta itself is the benchmark of classical militarism."
Barnabas and Phobbe beside him. , the two of them looked at Lan En, who was looking at the battlefield in the distance and talking calmly, with blank expressions.
They couldn't understand many words in the witcher's narrative, but they could vaguely understand Lan En's meaning.
It was precisely because of this that they looked at Lan En with even more incredible eyes.
“In my eyes, this is a war with no justice at all, a dog-eat-dog fight for hegemony in the Greek world.”
The witcher turned around , leaving the fighting and roaring on the beach behind, looked at the stunned Barnabas and Phob.
“Kassandra is my friend, but her participation in this war has a purpose and necessity. She is obsessed with completing her ‘Odyssey’ in this war. And I also believe that, She can complete her journey."
"But I have no reason to participate, and I don't want to participate in this dog-eat-dog situation. For me, the Spartans and the Athenians may get along well with them. Pleasant. But when they joined the army and became representatives of the hegemonic will of the two city-states."
The witcher gave a final scoff.
“In short, this is an unjust war.”
“It doesn’t matter whether you say I am unhuman or not.”
Said, Lan En Simply leave from the side of the ship, open the trap door on the deck alone, and jump from the vertical ladder into the cabin.
“I will not fight an unjust war, that’s just me.”
The trapdoor closed with a snap.
On the deck, Barnabas and Forbes stared blankly at each other.
In the direction of the beach, the deafening shouts of death continued. But somehow, the two of them, one large and one small, felt that the battlefield that could be recorded in history and poetry was not as shocking as the trap door that was still shaking in front of them.
Barnabas' Adam's apple rolled on his wrinkled neck.
“Ha, haha.”
He laughed dryly. The one eye looked towards Fu Bai tremblingly.
"Is it my imagination?"
"I always feel that he really doesn't look like a 'person' living in the world?"
And always The cheerful little girl no longer looked like her usual self at this time.
Her calm nodding expression gave Barnabas an unprecedented feeling. She was somewhat similar to Lan En!
"Who knows, Barnabas? Who can really know what the creators of the universe look like?" "Anyway, I can accept the reason why he doesn't want to go to the battlefield."
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An unarmored Spartan soldier behind Kassandra picked up a set of Avros pipes. The ends of the tubular instruments protruding from the corner of his mouth were split, like ivory.
He took a sharp breath and blew, and a shocking and low buzz came from the instrument and spread to all sides of the plain.
This confrontation between the heavy infantry was over within an hour.
Kassandra's performance was the most dazzling on the battlefield.
Her body was shining with the light of the artifact. At first, some Athenian officers who thought they were powerful wanted to disembowel this bitch who stepped onto the battlefield, and then take possession of the artifact.
But after several well-armed and strong Athenian officers were killed by Cassandra, these people began to run away from the falconer.
But hiding is useless, the broken spears shining with golden light and the burning scimitar blades will still tear open the neck of every Athenian officer on the battlefield.
A large number of deaths at the command level caused the Athenian soldiers to lose their backbone.
What followed was a disadvantage in the heavy infantry line, and then the entire line collapsed.
The defense line collapsed, and a large number of Athenians dropped their shields and fled in panic. As a aftermath force, the Boeotian cavalry rushed out from one side, while the mountaineers rushed out from the other side and threw javelins at the few Athenian legions that held on.
The Spartan [Blood Wolf], who was standing on a high cliff and commanding the battlefield, raised his arms and shouted to the army below the cliff.
“Have you seen how afraid of us those Athenians are? The cowardly Pericles fled into the Parthenon and kept company with playwrights and philosophers all day long. Because he knew that the Athenians occupied Mexico Galis’ time is running out, and the city of Athens is our next target!”
When the Allies celebrated their victory noisily, the Spartan soldiers fell silent, and that shout was their only luxury. They gently inserted the ends of their spears into the ground and drank the water in the water bladders silently. A few of them communicated in low voices that were almost inaudible.
Fight, fight, and win. This was seen by Spartan citizens as a duty, not a contribution, and therefore no reason to celebrate.
A soldier came down from the team around the Wolf of Sparta and asked Cassandra: "Are you that mercenary?"
Cassandra Ra looked up at the other person and nodded.
"The Wolf of Sparta is very satisfied with your performance today. When we return to the camp, he asked you to meet with him." The soldier said.
From the corner of her eye, Kassandra saw Stantor staring at her, his expression darkened with anger.
“I will go immediately.”
On the Adrestia, Barnabas and Barnabas witnessed the victory of the Spartan army and Kassandra’s dazzling performance. Fu Bai cheered and hugged a ball.
But then, the old man who had lived at sea for most of his life quickly came to his senses.
"Guys! Rest your rowing hands! Check the sails and cables! We must be ready to pick up people and set sail at any time!"
Fu Bai looked at Barnabas in confusion, and the old man could only explain to her one more thing.
"Fubo, my little man. You must have not forgotten why Cassandra is here, right? She accepted the commission to hunt [Blood Wolf] to make money! Now she is When we are closest to the target, when she finishes her move, we will run away under the eyes of the Spartans!"
"But, that's her father, isn't it?"
"Father? Ha." Barnabas smiled bitterly, "I don't know what decision Cassandra will make in the end, but we must at least be prepared to escape."
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