On the other side, Leonidas's gaze began to focus on the tree protruding from the edge of the cliff.
The leaves there began to sway slightly.
However, it wasn't because of the wind, but because some larger force was approaching.
Then, the earth began to shake.
At first, the sound was like the sound of muffled thunder in the center of the earth, but after only a few tens of seconds, it became clearer and stronger.
At the same time, small stones on the cliff began to fall, and clear "tapping" sounds began to appear in the silent valley.
Even the fog began to move restlessly, as if it was being violently stirred by some invisible force.
Of course, these signs all point to one thing.
The Persian attack began.
Leonidas, who noticed all this, not only did not show the slightest fear, but the corners of his mouth even slightly rose, eventually forming a wild smile.
It was as if they were the ones who surrounded the enemy.
Leonidas' eyes widened and his pupils contracted slightly as he quickly captured any tiny changes in his surroundings.
"They are coming."
Then, Leonidas' voice rang out in front of the Spartans.
"The Persians are coming."
That is confirmation, that is affirmation.
However, even though every Spartan warrior could feel the approaching danger, like Leonidas, they did not show the slightest fear.
No retreat, no wavering.
Even the heartbeat frequency did not change.
The moment Leonidas finished speaking, they saw a dense torrent in the distance.
The torrent of armor was like a vast sea of Persians.
There were shouts and deafening footsteps coming from afar. Even Lin Ke, who was on a high place, opened his eyes slightly.
Of course, that was not because of shock, but because he knew that the legendary battle of the Spartans was about to begin.
At the entrance to the valley below, Leonidas turned his head and looked around at his warriors.
His lion-like voice rang out again.
"This is where we fight!"
"This is where they will be buried!"
The high and deep voice echoed in the valley. His voice was like thunder, almost drowning out the Persians' shouts of killing.
The eyes of the Spartan warriors also began to emit the same light as their king.
That is the light that can only be emitted by a warrior who is ready to die.
At this moment, Leonidas' friend, the old warrior who had experienced many battles, raised his spear high, as if to pierce the sky.
He also let out a deafening roar.
"Brothers! Raise your shields!"
"Let them die under the shield of Sparta!"
This shout was like a meteorite falling to the ground, instantly igniting the entire Spartan line.
Three hundred Spartan warriors raised their iconic huge round shields at the same time, and everyone let out a shocking "Hua" sound.
Nan Tong's eyes widened even more, because this was the first time he saw the Spartans' formation and defense line, and it was also the first time he saw that the momentum of three hundred people was no less than that of tens of thousands of people in the distance.
"Hoo! Hoo!"
The Spartans roared in unison and raised their spears and shields, which meant that they were ready to fight.
"Woo-du ...
In the distance, a trumpet sounded from the Persian camp. The sound of the trumpet was distorted and swirling, and it had a tone like the howling of a wild beast.
Soon after, more trumpets joined in, making the Persian army look even more turbulent and terrifying.
The black tide gushed out from the corner of the mountain, endlessly.
The Persian soldiers wore various types of armor and carried different weapons.
The only thing in common was their crazy expressions and disorderly charging movements, as if thousands of tribal warriors were charging.
"ah--"
"kill--"
The earth wails and the valleys cry.
But faced with this overwhelming enemy, the Spartan warriors remained motionless.
"Spartan!"
When Leonidas' voice sounded, the Spartans' shields were immediately connected closely, forming a solid wall in an instant.
The spears pointed forward obliquely, like a forest of steel.
No one trembled with fear, no one wavered under the pressure.
"Gods, what kind of tactics is this?"
Compared with the Persians' disorderly attack, the Spartans' formation seemed more regular and powerful.
Of course, this was also the first time that Ramses, Nantong, and the succubus saw such a scene.
They understood that the battle was not so regular and orderly.
They should be like the Persians, shouting and killing each other, rushing into the crowd, and magnifying their own advantages by relying on numbers and coordination.
Of course, this is also the reason why Lin Ke asked them to observe here, because now, this is exactly the tactic that Saint Egypt does not have.
This will also make them more aware of how powerful the opponent they are facing is on the other side of the ocean.
Only in this way could Nan Tong and Ramses realize that the situation of Holy Egypt was not as they had imagined, such as being able to directly fight against Greece or Persia.
So, Lin Ke didn't say anything, but just turned his gaze to the Spartans below.
As the Persians drew closer, they began to fire their first arrows.
Black feather arrows poured down like a rainstorm, covering the sky and the sun.
They "scoured" into the open space in front of the Spartan line before beginning to fall onto the shield wall itself.
The arrows hit the shield with a dull "ding-dong" sound, some penetrated deeply, and some bounced aside.
"Hahahahaha! Such cowards!"
"King! It's so cool now!"
Many Spartans even laughed as they raised their shields. They seemed to be completely unconcerned with the rain of arrows.
The gaps between the shields disappeared, and the entire line became a seamless whole.
Of course, the Spartans did not use ranged weapons to fight back. They understood that their advantage lay in close combat and they had to make full use of the characteristics of the terrain and formation.
"kill--"
The first round of long-range attack ended and the Persian infantry began to charge.
"Spartans! Prepare!"
Leonidas' voice still broke through the chaotic noise, and the Persians' shouts could not drown it out.
The Spartan warriors in the front row who received the order gripped their spears tighter, planted their feet firmly in the ground like drill bits, and lowered their center of gravity.
Their eyes looked through the slits on the top of their shields, watching the enemy getting closer and closer.
The Persian vanguard began to charge, their shouts mixed with the clash of weapons and armor, like a tsunami.
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