"This is simply... simply unreasonable!"
"Three hundred people? Three hundred people!"
"Even if there were ten thousand pigs, they could flatten the mountain path, right?!"
"How could we possibly lose? How is that possible?!"
"Are those three hundred people all demons sent from hell?"
"Could it be that their breath can poison our Persian warriors, or their farts can shatter our shields?"
"Answer me!"
The veteran pulled the kneeling officer up with such force that the officer almost couldn't breathe.
The officer just looked at the veteran's eyes in horror, and his trembling hands were just fighting against the other party so that he could barely inhale some gas under the pressure of his trachea.
At the same time, voices of doubt and shock were heard in the tent.
A young general even sneered, he didn't even think it was true.
"Are you kidding me? Three hundred people can defeat the vanguard of my Persian Empire?"
"Could it be that the other party used a divine messenger?"
A messenger of God is a messenger who can summon the gods.
In his view, only a messenger of God could defeat the vanguard of the Persian Empire.
At this moment, the veteran suddenly vomited blood, took a few steps back, and let go of the officer.
Several generals hurriedly supported him, their expressions becoming more and more terrified.
The officer took a few deep breaths, looked at the supervisor and the general of the vanguard who were kneeling on the ground in silence, then turned his gaze to the young general.
"But it is the truth, my lord!"
"The war supervisor and I witnessed it with our own eyes. That Spartan army, consisting of only 300 men,... overwhelmed our vanguard without leaving them defenseless!"
Nadir Shah exhaled slightly through his nostrils at this moment, and the subtle sound caused the temperature in the entire tent to drop suddenly.
His gaze slowly shifted to the supervisor kneeling on the ground.
"Combat Supervisor."
"You tell me."
As soon as Nadir Shah's voice came out, the whole tent immediately fell silent.
The war supervisor raised his head slowly and tremblingly. His eyes were bloodshot, his lips were chapped, and even the movement of opening his mouth was a little stiff.
Obviously, this was because he was about to be crushed by some powerful pressure.
"Great...Great King of Kings!"
The supervising officer raised his head and slammed his forehead to the ground again, making a dull "bang" sound.
“This…this…”
The war supervisor's throat moved noticeably up and down.
"The situation... is as follows. Our vanguard, approximately 40,000 men, launched an attack on Thermopylae at dawn today."
"...Intelligence indicates that the defenders consist of only three hundred Spartans, led by their king Leonidas himself."
“They…they…”
When the war supervisor said this, his voice began to tremble noticeably, as if he was recalling some very terrifying scene.
"Their armor is very heavy, and their shields can withstand our arrows."
"Our arrows covered the sky and the sun, but they were not affected at all."
"So...so the general gave the order to attack the Spartans."
When he said this, he looked at the general who was pressing his forehead to the ground.
“But, but!”
"Our Persian soldiers can't hurt them at all!"
"The formation those Spartans have set up is like a meat grinder. If our soldiers get close to them, they will fall down row by row!"
"And if we get too close to their shields, we'll be pushed back by them!"
"Our weapons barely touched their armor, and their spears pierced our soldiers' bodies!"
"They, those Spartans' fighting power far exceeded our expectations!"
"I, I was thinking! Maybe, maybe the gods of Olympus gave them their power!"
"Otherwise, I, I can't explain today's disastrous defeat!"
When the Persian generals heard the words of the commander-in-chief, they were neither laughing nor angry.
They looked at each other in bewilderment, because the war commander's words were more than just superficial.
If the Spartans were blessed by the gods, then it meant that Persia would have to mobilize their most elite forces to defeat them.
Or, it is to launch an offensive when the opponent's divine power is weakened.
But things are not that simple.
First, the Spartans had only 300 people, and using Persia's elite forces would be an insult to Persia.
If this matter were to get out, even the Greeks would laugh at the Persian Empire.
Second, if the elite troops were still defeated, Persia would have no choice but to use the messengers of God.
But using a divine messenger when facing three hundred Spartans?
That would not only make the Greeks laugh at it, but if it got out, it would almost make many kingdoms and civilizations in the World Conference look down on Persia.
No matter what they choose, it will not be good for Persia.
The commander lowered his head at this time. He no longer dared to look into the eyes of Nadir Shah or the generals around him.
"Great King of Kings, besides this, there is one more thing..."
"Those Spartans, they used an extremely tight formation, with shields touching each other and spears sticking out, like a wall of steel."
"So, so! Our soldiers rushed forward, and after realizing they couldn't cause any damage to the Spartans, the soldiers in front began to retreat."
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