His friend Dassus couldn't understand what his friend did. Now is not a leisurely time. The main force of the Persians was rushing towards the Hot Spring Pass without stopping.

Especially after learning that the sea god had submerged the vanguard's troops, Emperor Xerxes was bound to be furious. It won't take long to become a place for the fierce battle between the two major ethnic groups in the East and the West. With the beginning of the war, it will inevitably become a purgatory on earth.

King Leonida had his own plans, and he ordered the more than 900 serf soldiers to salvage the dead bodies that had been soaked in the sea for a night, and piled up stone walls on the two wings of the hot spring gate together with the stones transported in advance.

The pile of stone walls was in a hurry, and instead of using the cement for reinforcement, the swollen corpses were used as cement to mix them with the stones.

The workload is thought to save a key step in making the mud, making the project progress very fast.

It was just that the Spartan King insisted that no one could understand it very much.

This kind of stone wall does not have much protective effect in front of brave and warlike soldiers.

What's more, the location of the wall is not in the usual level of view, and behind the wall is full of abyss.

Even Dassus couldn't understand what the old friend did, thinking that he was completely wasting the soldiers' physical strength.

The soldiers brought by Leonida had no doubts about their king. Not only were they 900 serf soldiers, but even 300 direct guards, they did not hesitate at all, and they firmly implemented the king's orders.

The mercenaries were amazed by the side. They naturally would not participate in this purely physical labor, not to mention that there were less than four hours before the real war.

Just as the mercenaries rested and drank water, chatting about the violent and abnormal tsunami last night, a scout rushed over.

"What's the matter?" Dassus knew that the scout he arranged came over and knew that something was wrong.

Sure enough, before the scout could speak, there was a harsh sound of whips and a rude curse like a night owl: "Don't stop, fool!"

Looking into the distance, I saw a phoenix carriage swaying from the mountain road where only two carriages could be accommodated.

The phoenix car is enough to accommodate seven or eight people, but only a large, slightly dark-skinned fat man stood on it, and his skin color is more like a mixed race between black and white people.

Under the phoenix carriage, eight strong slaves were carrying it and walking with difficulty. When their movements were slow, they were served by the fat man on the phoenix carriage.

Nearly a hundred servants were accompanied by, who looked very strong, but they seemed panicked in the area surrounded by Greek troops.

Especially when they saw the corpse being inserted from the iron spear to the mouth on both sides of the truth, wearing the costumes of second-level Persian warriors, the servants could no longer hide their fear.

The fat man dressed as a messenger in the phoenix car seemed to notice his fear, and his whip danced more quickly and violently, constantly whipping the innocent slaves and the air, as if venting his anxiety: "Go forward to me, don't stop!"

Under the whipping of Persian envoys, these servants finally did not walk through the tormenting rows of "smiling" corpses, and came to the Spartans who were carrying stones and building walls.

"Stop it!" The Persian envoy gave the order, and the heavy phoenix cart could finally rest. The eight slaves squatted down and put the phoenix cart down.

"Who is your commander?" Seeing that no one answered, the fat Persian messenger stood up from the seat of the phoenix car, and the metal armor on his body made a jingle sound, which was pleasant and pleasant.

"I am the king of the world, the god of all gods, the messenger of the king of all kings, Pahlavi. With my authority, I order you to meet you and ask the commander to come and see me."

It would be fine if the nine hundred serf soldiers were not. Apart from looking at this guy who was dressed foolishly and dressed completely different from his own nation, the remaining three hundred Spartan soldiers were all disdainful.

The Persian messenger Pahlavi didn't expect that his might have no place to play with, and he couldn't help but feel angry: "Listen, don't think that only you guys can scare us away. The mountain is full of our sentinels, don't expect this insignificant stone wall to play any role. It's like a pile of useless rotten wood, vulnerable and impossible to stop us."

He wanted to bluff, but he inadvertently looked at the pile of stone walls.

Suddenly, the scene in front of him made the knowledgeable Persian envoy swallow all the words below.

Because he saw the messy stone walls inlaid with gorgeously dressed bodies, they were clearly seen as Persian officer-level corpses. Now, they became part of the "insignificant stone wall".

At this time, Pahlavi smelled the stench of corpse in the air before he thought it was a "smile" from the roadside.

Flies circling around the corpse, and there was a buzzing sound of people everywhere.

Pahlavi was stunned. He was not afraid, but completely angry!

These were the most elite second-level warriors in Persia, but now they have become the targets of wanton insults by the other party, and they have exposed their bodies to them openly.

He paid too much attention to his companions in the stone wall, and did not find a handsome and capable Spartan warrior picking up the sword on the ground, and then said, "Our ancestors built this wall with the stones of our motherland, and we will show our skills and grab a few of your elite soldiers to make mud."

"You will pay for your barbaric behavior!" The Persian messenger, who was angry and embarrassed, could no longer contain the anger in his heart. He waved his arm and was about to whip it.

A reincarnator saw the killing point in the main mission placed in front of him, immediately took action, and jumped to the back of the Persian messenger, ready to give him a fatal blow.

The handsome Spartan warrior saw that someone had taken action, but he was not moving, but he didn't want to take advantage of others. This is the basis of Spartan's pride.

Persian messenger Pahlavi seemed to have not noticed anyone attacking from his back, and he still swung his arms selflessly, destroying the power on the whip to the limit.

The reincarnationist was overjoyed when he saw the situation. Although he did not regard the Persian envoy as a strong enemy, he could know that a person of this level would not be simple.

But the next second, the blood that should have spewed out from the vital part of Pahlavi's back did not appear, but the reincarnationist stagnated in the air.

"Bastard, you've discovered it before." The reincarnator shouted and was about to make a final counterattack.

The Persian messenger showed a cruel smile on his lips: "Barbarian, let you see the horror of my Pahlavi's burst whip!"

Before the reincarnation person could see the opponent's action, his skin suddenly bloomed and blood burst out from countless wounds. To be continued.
Chapter completed!