"Big! Sir!"
"No! It's bad!"
On the other side, several Persian generals were discussing the next attack plan.
After all, their army had already circled around the Spartans. In their view, unless the Spartans were immediately blessed by the gods, or immediately grew three heads and six arms, or summoned more Spartans from the earth.
Otherwise, they would not be able to survive the powerful attacks from both front and back.
So, when they heard the messenger soldier coming hurriedly to report, they thought that Greek support had arrived.
"What's the rush? Has the Spartan support arrived?"
The messenger soldier just shook his head vigorously a few times.
"No! My lord!"
"Look over there! The Spartans are attacking us!"
Several generals were stunned. They thought that the Spartans' support had arrived and even launched an attack on them.
But their scouts did not bring any news about the Spartan city-state.
"How many of them are there? Could it be..."
"W-what?!"
They looked in the direction of Thermopylae and immediately saw an incomprehensible scene.
When they discovered the Spartans' actions, they were first confused and then angry.
"These Spartan lunatics actually gave up their defense on their own initiative?"
"How is this different from suicide?"
"Are they crazy?"
At this moment, a familiar and cold voice came from behind them.
"No, they're not crazy."
Nadir Shah came out of his tent at some point.
It was as if Nadir Shah had anticipated the Spartans would do this.
"They just want to end this farce of 300 men against our Persian army in their own way."
When Nadir Shah spoke, it was as if his voice was faintly suppressing force.
"It's just right. Let these Spartans see the true gap between them and us."
Then, several generals immediately left and gave orders to their armies to fight.
Soon, the Persian army launched a full-scale offensive.
Tens of thousands of soldiers rushed towards the Spartan position from three directions at the same time, like dense swarms of ants surrounding a beetle covered with spikes.
The Spartans, on the other hand, met the enemy with a completely new formation.
They were no longer in their previous formation, but had transformed into a compact circular array.
Each Spartan stood close to his companion, with almost no space between their shields.
On the periphery, spears pointed at the enemy like a jungle, while inside, more spearmen were ready to deal a fatal blow to any enemy who dared to try to break through their first line of defense.
Leonidas, in the center, raised his dagger: "Forward!"
Then, this formation of less than 300 people began to slowly march towards the Persian army.
Their steps were in unison, their shields were solid, their spears were pointed out in unison, and wherever they went, the enemies fell like waves of wheat.
The Persian generals witnessed how their Persian warriors fell before the Spartan formation.
Only then did they realize that their infantry could not get close to the Spartans at all, and would be crushed immediately if they got close.
They were so shocked that they were incoherent: "...What are the Spartans doing?"
"What is that?"
The Spartan "turtle formation" was like a rampaging hedgehog, piercing the heart of the Persian army.
No matter how many Persian soldiers fell, the ones behind them immediately filled the gap, but they still could not stop the advance of this killing machine.
At each encounter, scores of Persian soldiers were pierced by spears or knocked away by shields.
Nadir Shah watched the battle from a distance with a gloomy expression.
Indeed, under normal circumstances, such a tactic would be impossible to succeed.
But the Spartans relied not only on their tactics, but also on their terrifying physique and determination to die.
They put all their strength into every attack, and long-term training made them coordinate seamlessly as if they shared a brain.
Under the command of Leonidas, the Spartan formation was like a ship breaking through the waves, carving out a bloody path through the enemy's sea.
As time went on, the scene on the battlefield became more and more tragic.
A Persian rhinoceros rushed towards the Spartans, but the Spartans' formation changed immediately. Several people threw spears from the formation and then quickly closed it up.
The rhinoceros failed to touch the Spartan at all, and fell down with a "whoosh".
The same was true for war elephants. The spears thrown by the Spartans were powerful and heavy, and they only threw them at the heads of the war elephants.
So, with just a few spears, they were able to knock the war elephants to the ground.
The Persian troops' magic and bows and arrows could hardly penetrate their shields.
The situation on the battlefield did not turn around until the appearance of the elite Persian "Immortal Army".
The Immortals used their tactics and skills to barely fight against the Spartans, especially after the Immortals commanded the four-armed monsters to drag and kill several Spartans from the formation, the Spartans slowed down.
But now, the ground was covered with thousands of corpses, most of them, of course, Persians.
The blood turned the originally dry land into a muddy slaughterhouse, filled with the strong smell of blood and the groans of the dying.
However, human power has its limits.
Although the Spartans displayed extraordinary fighting prowess, they were, after all, only flesh and blood.
As time goes by, fatigue begins to erode their reaction speed and attack power.
As they fought against the "Immortal Army", they found it increasingly difficult, and even the spears they thrust at the enemy would be taken away by the enemy.
Not only that, some warriors began to move slowly due to exhaustion, causing tiny gaps in the formation.
The "Eternal Life Army" keenly captured these changes and began to concentrate its forces to attack these weaknesses.
"Spartan warriors!"
"Hold on tight, hold the spear tight!"
Having said that, he knew full well that the situation was deteriorating.
Because now more than forty soldiers have fallen to the ground due to serious injuries and have withdrawn from the battle, and the formation has to shrink.
To make matters worse, their weapons began to have more serious problems.
The spears were bent or broken due to frequent use, and the shields were pitted from repeated blows.
"attack!"
"Drag their spears, ram their shields!"
The "Immortal Army" cooperated with each other, making it increasingly difficult for the Spartans to deal with them.
Before long, the Persian army finally broke through a corner of the Spartan formation.
This breakthrough was like a crack in a dam, and it was quickly widened, and more Persian soldiers poured in.
The Spartan "turtle formation" was thus broken.
The soldiers on both sides switched to a more primitive hand-to-hand combat.
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