Leonidas knew that voice well.
So he immediately turned around to look.
Sure enough, he saw his good friend lying on the ground, his femoral artery cut by the cavalry's scimitar, and blood gushing out like a fountain.
His friend gritted his teeth and pressed the wound tightly with both hands, but blood still seeped out from between his fingers.
Leonidas was stunned for a moment, and then he let another Spartan warrior take his place, and then rushed over in two or three steps, and together with several other Spartans, dragged his friend to the center of the formation.
Leonidas immediately squatted down, tore his cloak into long strips, and skillfully tied them around his comrade's thighs.
However, even so, it could only allow his friend to hold on for a little longer, because the artery in his thigh had been punctured and the bleeding could no longer be stopped.
Leonidas looked at his friend. In just a short while, his friend's lips had lost their color.
"Leonidas..."
He said as he gripped Leonidas' shoulders tightly.
"It is my honor as a Spartan to fight alongside you..."
"Ah...Leonidas..."
"Sparta... Sparta..."
He murmured some more vague words, but Leonidas could not make out his words.
In just a minute, his friend died in his arms.
Leonidas' face showed a hint of sadness, but this sadness was fleeting because he heard the shouts of other Spartan warriors again.
"They're coming again!"
"Keep the formation!"
However, the truly brutal battle has just begun.
A few minutes later, a particularly cunning group of cavalry came diagonally from the side, avoiding the main firepower point of the shield wall and heading straight to the side and rear of the line.
They came around to the extreme end of the flank of the formation and let their horses leap high.
With most attention focused on the front, some Spartans were a little slower to react than before.
As a result, a young warrior was pierced by a cavalryman's spear at the connection of his armpit armor, and the severe pain made him kneel on the spot.
To make matters worse, the gap was discovered by more cavalrymen, who swarmed in like hungry wolves.
In the blink of an eye, two more Spartans were injured and fell to the ground, and the line was in jeopardy.
At this critical moment, Leonidas' voice once again penetrated the battlefield.
"Contract the formation! Form a circle and protect the center!"
The Spartan warriors immediately understood and quickly gathered towards the center. The shield wall changed from a straight line to a semicircle and finally to a complete defensive circle.
The outer shields faced outward, and the inner spears pointed toward the periphery, forming an iron wall again.
Although the Spartans were divided into two parts, the Persian cavalry was helpless in the face of this new formation.
Their advantage lies in speed and impact, and spears and scimitars are difficult to use against this tight, segmented ring defense.
"They're trapped, but there's nothing we can do about them!"
"What should I do now?!"
At this moment, Leonidas jumped out of the formation and faced the cavalry alone.
"Spartans!"
He ordered his warriors to fill his gap immediately, while he took a sword and a spear, dragged several Persian cavalrymen to the ground in front, and then killed them one by one with his spear and sword.
Leonidas' eyes seemed to be blazing with fire, and any enemy who dared to approach him would be killed instantly in front of him.
The cavalrymen looked at each other, somewhat at a loss.
Then, a burly cavalry captain began to rush towards Leonidas.
There was a distance of more than ten steps between the two men, and even the soldiers from both sides of the war stopped temporarily to watch this scene.
The cavalryman launched the first attack. He urged his horse on and stabbed Leonidas in the chest with his spear.
The king dodged to the side and the spear missed him.
He rushed forward and hit the horse's front legs with his shield.
The warhorse neighed in pain, dropped to its front legs, and threw the cavalryman to the ground.
Leonidas did not miss this opportunity. He jumped forward and stabbed the cavalryman's throat with his dagger accurately.
The cavalryman didn't even have time to let out his dying wail before he fell into eternal silence.
Leonidas drew his sword and let the enemy's blood gush out.
Then, Leonidas once again took a fighting stance.
But the remaining cavalry were intimidated by this momentum and no one dared to step forward to fight.
"forward!"
"Those who retreat will be severely punished by the Divine King!"
"The Spartans are already suffering casualties! Now is the time to crush their defenses!"
A Persian general in the rear raised his voice. He knew very well that if his cavalry retreated, he would face death when he returned to the camp.
So, the Persian cavalry, which had been a little slow, launched another attack, and the Spartans fought fiercely with the enemy again.
The fighting became more difficult, the Spartans' shield wall was compressed to a minimum, and sometimes they were even forced to retreat a few steps to avoid being surrounded from the flank.
Leonidas kept shuttling back and forth across the front lines. He seemed to be blessed by the god of war Ares, killing indiscriminately among the densely packed enemies.
Even, you can adjust deployment and boost morale while fighting.
"Let the Persians know that if they kill one Spartan, they will face the wrath of all the remaining Spartans!"
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