Although the front line was slightly reduced, the Spartans still firmly controlled the entrance to the pass.
In the distance, the Persian general began to sweat as he looked at the corpses piled up into small hills, scattered all over the ground, and even falling from the edge of the cliff.
He swallowed hard.
He couldn't understand why they couldn't break through even though the corpses were piled higher than the people.
The gap is so huge?
"King of kings!"
"I...I have a battle report to you!"
"We have already committed nearly 20,000 men, but the Spartans are still resisting!"
"If we continue like this, even if we can capture Thermopylae, the casualty ratio will probably be 1 to 20!"
One to twenty means that one Spartan killed nearly twenty Persian soldiers.
Three hundred Spartans were about to kill six thousand Persian warriors.
Of course, this is just a rough estimate. We will probably have to wait until they capture Thermopylae to know the actual situation.
For the general, this way of fighting is very unprofitable, even though these numbers are still just a drop in the ocean compared to the entire Persian army.
Nadir Shah looked at the battlefield coldly without saying a word.
His expression was complicated, cold and angry.
Those three hundred Spartans were able to hold off the attack of his army of tens of thousands, and even held off for several hours.
It was obvious that the Spartans had no fear and even blocked the Persian vanguard army.
This was a great humiliation for Nadir Shah.
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