Chapter 431 Teammates must die!
As one of the two major military powers in Greece, and with the protection of its patron god Zeus, Mycenae has continued to expand outward over the past two hundred years, conquering many lands and city-states.
Therefore, although King Agamemnon and the Mycenaeans shouted loudly, the first ones who came on the scene to test Troy's strength were basically vassal troops and slaves from other city-states.
Likewise, without the pressure of the older generation of divine-blooded heroes, Troy has also developed significantly over the years.
Hector's title of "the bravest warrior of Troy" was earned through a series of brutal foreign wars, and there is nothing wrong with it.
As a man who knew military affairs well and was good at fighting, Hector naturally did not expose Troy's trump card at the beginning of the war. He just called on the Trojan soldiers defending the city to assemble in battle formation, while looking down through the battlements to observe the enemy situation.
As the ground shook, the first to come up were the Lydians, a Gentile people from the East.
The Lydians had narrow cuffs and a knee-length corset embroidered with exotic patterns, while under the loose clothing they wore linen or scale armor similar to the Greek style.
They held two or three short spears more than one meter long, which could be used for both throwing and close combat. They were accustomed to using Defoe shields with notches on both sides to protect themselves.
In addition, some of them had short swords on their waists. These soldiers generally wore turbans that only exposed their faces. Their equipment was inferior. Some wealthier Lydian soldiers would wear grassland-style semicircular helmets in their headdresses to make up for the lack of head protection.
Following closely behind them were the even more brave and warlike Thracians, who wore composite breastplates made of leather with iron scales installed in some vital areas. They carried spears, long-handled reverse-blade knives, double-sided axes and half-moon shields in their hands, and short-handled javelins on their backs, and were almost armed to the teeth.
Finally, there are the Ionians and Ionians, who are closer in blood to the pure Mycenaeans. There are many well-dressed spellcasters in their camp. At this moment, they have begun to chant the words of God collectively to cast blessings on the first wave of vassal troops.
Hector did not rush to attack, but waited quietly for the enemy to approach. Under the constraints of discipline, the Trojan soldiers on the city wall also tried to overcome their fear and anxiety before the battle and lay in wait.
Hiss, hiss, hiss!
At the same time, in order to reduce the resistance to the siege, the Arcadian archers who were heavily recruited by King Agamemnon in the distance drew their bows and arrows and fired a wave of upward shots before the battle began.
The scattered Lydians on the front line also bent their bows and fired dense rain of arrows, forming a continuous covering fire attack.
"Raise your shield! Defend!"
Following Hector's order, the Trojan soldiers on the city wall skillfully set up a shield wall to deal with the arrows that were as dense as locusts.
After several rounds of attacks, the rain of arrows had little killing power on the Trojan soldiers who were in a dominant position. The arrowheads that fell on the shields only increased the weight of the shields, or a few arrows penetrated the gaps between the shields and pierced the arms and thighs of a few unlucky guys, causing the wounded to scream and groan.
However, for the attacking side, the rain of arrows was enough to cause a brief chaos.
By the time the wounded on the city wall were dragged to the back for treatment, the vassal troops sent by King Agamemnon had already approached the city of Troy and began throwing grappling hooks, setting up siege ladders, and preparing to rush to the top of the city.
And after confirming that the enemy had entered the best attack area, Hector waved forward without hesitation.
Suddenly, the Trojan soldiers who had been suppressed for a long time poked their heads out and shot arrows at the invading enemies under the city, killing the unprotected vassal soldiers and slaves one by one.
Soon after, the Trojan magicians and priests began to show their power, chanting ritual spells and summoning the holy flames of Apollo, the god of light.
As the golden fireball fell, hundreds of vassal soldiers and slaves were set on fire, turning into twisted firemen. The strong smell of burning filled the battlefield, making people feel sick.
The vassal troops and slaves were frightened and wanted to retreat.
But King Agamemnon in the rear just waved his hand with a cold face, and the Mycenaean army, which was ready for battle, immediately raised their spears and stabbed dozens of fleeing soldiers who turned around and fled backwards into sieves on the spot.
"You can only advance, you can't retreat! Anyone who violates this will be killed without mercy!"
As King Agamemnon gave the order coldly, the Mycenaean army formed into a line array and advanced forward with spears held high.
Looking at the cold spear tips and solid shield walls behind them, the vassal troops and slaves could only grit their teeth and rush towards the towering walls of Troy.
After paying a tragic sacrifice, someone finally climbed to the top of the city of Troy using a rope ladder and dog paws.
However, before they could react, the burly figures hiding behind the parapets suddenly stood up.
These Trojans were not wearing light linen armor or scale breastplates, but almost completely enclosed heavy bronze armor. At the same time, each of them held a large shield covered with bronze and bordered in the left hand, raised a spear in the right hand, and took advantage of their high position to accurately stab the eyes of the vassal soldiers and slaves or the necks that were not protected by helmets from top to bottom, easily delivering a fatal blow.
Seeing their comrades in front being brutally slaughtered, the vassal troops and slaves following behind were also driven by ferocity, stabbing their spears into the gaps in the shield wall or swinging their swords ferociously.
However, the spears and swords that were delivered landed on the bronze armor of these Trojan warriors. The dense spells activated on the surface, as well as the divine blood surging like the tides in the soldiers' bodies, caused the vassal soldiers and slaves' arms to go numb, and some even stumbled and fell off the city wall.
The God's Blood Guards! The Trojans actually hid a group of God's Blood Guards in the wall!
The vassal soldiers and slaves who climbed onto the city wall were stunned. In a trance, one group of teammates after another were stabbed into sieves by the spears.
The blood and limbs scattered before their eyes instantly extinguished the fire of courage in the hearts of the vassal soldiers and slaves.
In the world of the Age of Gods, the gap between conventional troops and high-level troops is not small, and is far from being made up by numbers.
Therefore, with these Divine Blood Guards around, they had no way of occupying the city walls.
After realizing that it was futile, the vassal troops and slaves lost their courage and fled in panic.
The hundreds of vassal soldiers and slaves who were left behind on the city wall cursed in their hearts as they watched their teammates retreating like a tide.
But at this moment, they did not have much time to denounce their teammates' shameless behavior, because the Trojans around them had formed a formation with sharp spears in their hands and stabbed at them.
The defending general Hector used the famous "Greek Spear Phalanx", which was composed of a shield wall composed of wide shields, with spears layered in between, stabbing out one after another. It was best at defending and attacking in a small area.
"No mercy! No prisoners!"
The leading Trojan officer roared and pierced a soldier of the vassal army with his spear. The following teams were also methodically narrowing the encirclement.
As the range of movement became smaller and smaller, the vassal troops who had nowhere to hide in the front line were stabbed down like cutting melons and vegetables, while the Trojans who had the upper hand mercilessly stabbed the dying wounded on the ground to death, and then advanced forward cruelly and resolutely.
Although the vassal troops wanted to resist, their simple equipment of small shields and short spears were no match for this turning killing machine. The hundreds of isolated soldiers who were left on the top of the city did not hold out for long before they were killed or wounded by the Greek spear phalanx.
In the first wave of exploratory sieges, the Mycenae side lost thousands of vassal troops and slaves.
However, there was no expression on King Agamemnon's face, as if he was just casual about seeing a few ants die.
After all, Mycenae had many subordinate city-states, and these vassal troops and slaves with limited combat effectiveness could be replenished at any time as many as needed.
Moreover, their death was not in vain, as their real sharp knife had already pierced the Trojans' chest.
Agamemnon raised the corner of his lips and looked dimly at the battlefield ahead. A stream of red and black mud had moved to the front of the Trojan wall at some point, and was surging upward from the ground, sucking up the scattered corpses and flesh and blood around it, and in full view of everyone, it gathered into a twisted and hideous monster.
"boom!"
The monster swung its fist violently, smashing half of Troy's tightly closed city gate, revealing a pitch-black corridor.
not good!
Feeling the sudden strong shock under his feet, Hector's face changed slightly, and he immediately grabbed his spear and shield and shouted:
"God's Blood Guards, follow me to block the gap!"
At the same time, King Agamemnon, who had been waiting for a long time, also responded, grinning and waving his sword forward.
"attack!"
Following his order, Mycenae's elite God's Blood Guards also followed the king and charged towards the broken city gate.
The long-range soldiers such as archers, javelin throwers, priests and magicians on the top of the Trojan city all took action, trying to buy time for Prince Hector to remedy the situation.
However, neither the rain of arrows and javelins, nor the dense spell bullets and etheric light streams could harm King Agamemnon in the slightest.
It's not that he is invulnerable to swords and guns, but he is surrounded by several monsters made of red and black mud.
These unknown creatures possess terrifying combat power and can shoot down arrows, javelins, and magic attacks that come in like a rain of meteors.
At this moment, Loen, who was standing in the cabin watching the battle, couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
It was indeed these things! Clay dolls created by Pandora!
It seems that the Witch of Disaster played a significant role in Mycenae's expansion to its current size.
King Agamemnon most likely had a secret way to contact Pandora, and was even able to borrow so many clay dolls of disaster. The disaster witch was most likely in the Mycenaean military camp.
In that case, I'll add more fuel to the fire.
There was a slight flicker in Loen's eyes. He looked up at a certain place on the wall of Troy. The golden roulette wheel that appeared behind him turned to the ninth square at the same time.
You have good qualifications, so I'll choose you.
At the same time, the majestic white horse broke away from the roulette wheel, turned into a streak of golden light, and silently penetrated into the center of the eyebrows of a figure on the city wall.
In an instant, Cassandra, who was anxiously looking at the city gate, shook her body and felt as if something exploded in her brain. The loud and high-pitched neighing of a war horse sounded in her ears, and endless light and heat accompanied the galloping of the white horse, spreading to every corner of the world.
The girl, who was a priestess of the Temple of Apollo, immediately had an inspiration. She emptied her mind, raised her magic wand, and chanted solemnly:
"Its source is light, its power is flame, its punishment is sword, its burning is fire - I command you to restore the light!"
Instantly, streams of blazing white light like sharp swords shot out from Cassandra's magic wand, piercing through several red and black humanoid monsters in the Mycenaean camp like a knife cutting butter, burning them into a wisp of dispersing green smoke.
At this moment, Agamemnon, who was riding his horse towards the city gate, saw this situation and his face changed drastically.
What's going on? Where's my divine guard?
Agamemnon's repeated calls went unanswered and his face became even uglier. He looked up at the Trojan priestess on the city wall, whose whole body was radiating divine light, and suddenly he felt a strong sense of fear and retreat.
There's something wrong with that woman! Retreat!
However, the general is the courage of his soldiers.
At the moment when Agamemnon turned his horse around to end the attack, the God's Blood Guards who took him as their banner also fell into a brief chaos as they braked suddenly.
Chance!
At the same time, Hector, who was leading the God's Blood Guard to block the gap in the city gate, saw this and his eyes lit up. He decisively gave up his defense, jumped on his horse, summoned his elite troops to rush out of the city gate, and tore through the Mycenaean army on the periphery like a sharp cone, and went straight to Agamemnon in the center.
Agamemnon had two choices at this time. One was to show bloodiness and courage, stabilize the formation on the spot, use the advantage of numbers to wear down the morale of this isolated Trojan army, and then surround and annihilate it.
Of course, this requires him to put his life on the table and compete with the Trojan guard on the opposite side to see who lives longer and who is more powerful.
But after seeing the other side stabbing dozens of Mycenae's elite God Blood Guards to death like chopping melons and vegetables, Agamemnon's heart trembled, and he turned his horse around without hesitation and chose the second path:
"withdraw!"
As the order was issued, the morale of the Mycenaean army plummeted. They avoided the attack of Hector and the Trojans and turned around to rush towards their own camp.
As a result, a fierce attack turned into a disastrous defeat.
After suffering the casualties of hundreds of elite soldiers, Agamemnon finally fled back to a safe area with his remaining troops in disgrace.
Hector looked at the coalition camp in front of him with flags like clouds, and felt the obscure aura that was faintly there. He also gave up going deeper and decisively stopped while he was ahead. He returned to Troy with the God's Blood Guards to repair the damaged city gate.
The Trojan team on guard outside calmly stripped off the enemy's armor with the attitude of a victor, harvested the spoils, and brought the honor and merit back to the city, winning deafening cheers from the soldiers in the city.
If all the Greeks were such cowards, they would have nothing to fear.
Even if we fight for another five or ten years, Troy will still be Troy and it will not perish!
But unlike the blind optimism of those around her, Cassandra, who had just miraculously repelled the Mycenaean army, looked at her hands and fell into deep thought.
Who was helping me just now?
Could it be that Lord Apollo has returned?
But why is he on the opposite side?
The priestess looked up at the Greek army gathered outside the city and frowned deeply.
(End of this chapter)
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