"For the King!"
An old warrior shouted and rushed towards the oncoming enemies, blocking and slashing with his shield left and right, but he lost the advantage of the formation and his side soon revealed a gap.
Then, in the blink of an eye, he was chopped off his balance and fell to the ground.
One cold weapon after another finally penetrated his heavy armor and his body.
"Spartan warriors! Follow me!"
Leonidas led a small group of warriors to try to reorganize the formation, but the enemy was too numerous and his efforts had little effect.
Next, the battle turned into a brutal killing spree.
Each Spartan was surrounded by dozens of enemies. They formed a small defensive circle with their backs to each other, relying on personal skills and team cooperation to resist tenaciously.
Despite being at an absolute disadvantage, they were still able to fight back.
However, their numbers began to decline at an alarming rate. After all, now a Spartan had to face dozens of elite Persian "Immortals".
The reason why the "Immortal Army" was called the "Immortal Army" was because they were the 10,000 soldiers standing by the Persian Empire, no more, no less.
If there are casualties, the "Eternal Life Army" will immediately recruit elite replacements to ensure the number of people.
Elite troops naturally enjoy special treatment, for example, their rations are stored separately from those of other soldiers.
Not only that, they also have armor covered with metal scales, and their equipment is also diverse.
Just like short spears, long swords or powerful crossbows, in short, they are elite warriors with extremely strong comprehensive abilities and excellent and abundant equipment.
Without the protection of their formation, the Spartans soon suffered heavy casualties in the face of the siege of these elite Persian troops.
Of the original 279 Spartan warriors, less than 50 remain.
They were all seriously injured, and many were completely exhausted.
But incredibly, their resistance continues, their fighting spirit showing no sign of weakening.
Even Leonidas himself was covered in wounds.
His left arm was disabled by a spear strike, and a deep wound in his right leg caused him excruciating pain with every step he took.
But his eyes were as sharp as his sword, and the dagger in his hand was still able to kill the enemy.
The remaining Spartans began to fall back, and they regrouped.
"How many of us are there?"
Leonidas gasped.
"Less than forty, my king!"
A young soldier screamed as if he would faint from suffocation in the next second.
"Spartans, shields raised!"
"Reform the formation!"
"Let's kill a few more Persians!"
Then, a smaller "turtle formation" was formed again, but this time, the "turtle formation" did not launch an attack, but just stopped there.
The Persians who launched the attack would soon be stabbed by those spears, and the "Immortal Army" also knew the power of their formation, but they were still looking for flaws.
But whenever they tried, they were immediately stabbed by the spears, and it seemed that they were at their wit's end.
"Magic! Bow and arrow!"
"These Spartans won't hold out for long!"
At the same time, in the Persian camp, Nadir Shah could no longer suppress his anger.
Although his army had an absolute advantage in numbers, the battle went far beyond his expectations.
What was originally thought to be a side dish before breakfast has now turned into a tug-of-war that has lasted for nearly two hours.
"How can this be possible!"
"Order! Prepare my chariot!"
A general was just stunned when he heard Nadir Shah’s words.
"King of kings, you want to come to the front line in person?"
Nadir Shah nodded slowly.
"I want to see these stubborn Spartans fall at my feet."
On the other side, now, there are only less than thirty Spartan warriors still fighting.
Among them was Leonidas, who was seriously injured.
Most of their weapons were damaged or lost, and they could only rely on shields and swords to fight the enemy.
Even the number of spears decreased, and it became increasingly difficult for them to fight against the Persian "Immortal Army".
At this moment, the formation of the Persian army changed.
They began to retreat, forming a circle, leaving a relatively open space for the remaining Spartans.
Of course, the opponent's action immediately attracted the attention of many Spartans.
Those Persians wanted to suck the air out of the Spartans. How could they give them space? When would they have time to breathe?
"King, what are they doing?"
A Spartan warrior moved his shield cautiously and looked out from the edge of the gap.
Leonidas shook his head. Obviously, he didn't want to know what was happening.
Soon, a gorgeously decorated chariot slowly drove up, surrounded by hundreds of undead soldiers.
A man stood in the chariot, wearing a golden and purple robe and a crown on his head.
Leonidas recognized him immediately; it was none other than Nadir Shah himself, the King of Kings of the Persian Empire.
The chariot stopped about fifty paces away from the Spartans, and then Nadir Shah slowly stood up and spoke in a loud voice.
"King of Sparta, Leonidas! I know you're there!"
"Come out and see me!"
Leonidas glanced at the warriors around him, then walked out of the crowd alone.
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