The Persian Tide is coming.
The Spartans' shields formed an iron wall, waiting for the Persian attack.
Just as the Persians were about to hit the Spartan line, Leonidas gave his order.
"Spartans!"
"withstand!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Spartans' shields clashed with each other.
The shields collided extremely violently, and the deafening sound of metal collision was tormenting everyone's eardrums.
The spear pierced through the gap in the shield, accurately seeking the enemy's throat and eyes.
Of course, the Spartans' tactics were not simply defensive, but rather continuous stabbing and pushing after close contact, using collective strength to force back or pierce the opponent.
"push!"
“Push harder!”
Leonidas frowned, his forefoot deeply sunk into the sand.
Three hundred Spartan warriors exerted their strength at the same time, and their shield wall was like a huge metal wave, pushing the Persian infantry back again and again.
Several unfortunate Persian soldiers were knocked to the ground, pierced through the body, and trampled under the feet of the crowd, immediately losing their combat effectiveness.
"prick!"
Leonidas gave the order again.
Then, the spears were extended at the same time, a scream was rang out, and more than ten Persian soldiers fell in a pool of blood with just one wave of stabbings.
The Spartans quickly retracted their spears, readjusted their stance, and prepared for the next attack.
"push!"
The shield wall advanced again, this time running directly over the fallen Persian soldiers, crushing them under their shields.
The Persian troops behind were tripped by their own corpses, and their formation became increasingly chaotic.
Leonidas seized the opportunity and continued to lead his soldiers forward.
They continued to advance in formation, and at this moment, the Persians who were attacking showed slight signs of retreat.
The people in front didn't know how to break the formation. If they moved forward, they would be pushed out by the shields and then immediately pierced through the bodies by spears.
So, they had to retreat.
The Persian soldiers behind them continued to surge up and pushed the soldiers who wanted to retreat forward.
Then, the Persians began to fall to the ground in rows like harvested weeds.
Not only did the Spartans not suffer any casualties, they did not even retreat, but continued to advance.
When the Spartans advanced to a relatively wide area, their formation changed again.
"Spartans!"
"go ahead!"
Leonidas now put away his spear and drew the sword from his waist instead.
Several elite Spartans followed closely behind, forming a small formation specifically designed to cut through the enemy's formation.
Their coordination was seamless, one person drawing the enemy's attention, another stabbing from the side, and the third covering the flank.
This tactic of small groups of people is the crystallization of Sparta's military experience, which enables them to play the greatest role in dense crowds.
Then, Leonidas roared like an angry lion.
He raised his shield and smashed it down hard, instantly breaking the sternum of a Persian soldier.
The poor soldier didn't even have time to scream before he flew backwards, spurting blood.
"This is Sparta!"
Leonidas roared, and three hundred Spartan warriors rushed out like a torrent of steel.
They marched in measured steps, their shields interlocked and their spears protruding, like a carefully designed meat-grinder.
"what are they doing?"
The Persian front-line soldiers were completely stunned. Before they could even raise their weapons, they were crushed by the shield wall.
In an instant, more than a dozen Persian soldiers turned into a pool of minced meat, and blood and internal organs left long trails on the ground.
"What the hell is going on?!"
"There are only 300 of them!"
A Persian officer shouted in fear, his voice trembling.
"Why do they dare to charge forward!?"
Leonidas rushed towards the nearest Persian soldier and stabbed out with his right dagger like lightning, piercing the man's throat directly.
He swung the body, sending it flying and knocking down two Persian soldiers behind it.
Then the edge of the revolver shield accurately cut through the head of another enemy, and red and white liquid flowed all over the ground.
"What the hell are they?!"
"Why, why..."
The Persian's voice was immediately interrupted because a Spartan spear had penetrated deep into his mouth and even went through the back of his head.
He maintained his surprised expression as the spear was drawn out, then fell heavily to the ground.
There was no roar from the Spartan, only the sound of heavy and steady breathing.
They were like a group of sharks breaking into a school of sardines. Wherever they went, the Persian soldiers were either knocked away by their shields or strung together like a string of gourds by their spears.
The morale of the Persian soldiers began to collapse. One of them simply made eye contact with Leonidas before lowering his raised weapon.
"ah!"
"They are demons!"
Someone shouted first, and then the entire Persian front row exploded.
The soldiers scrambled to retreat, and some even turned around and ran, completely disregarding Persian military discipline.
Leonidas continued to stride forward with a grim expression, each of his steps landing heavily on the corpses of his enemies.
His red cloak was completely soaked in blood, and he looked like a ferocious demon crawling out of hell.
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