Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 515 516. Decision and preparation

"I will not rush into a battlefield, Barnabas."

Lan En spoke calmly, with a tone that detached himself from the situation, which even made Barnabas feel that the person standing in front of him was 'something' that did not belong to the human world.

This is a war that has swept through the entire Greek world and brought everyone together!

Logically speaking, no one should be able to stay out of this war.

But Lan En's tone and expression were just like that.

"Yes, the Delian League headed by Athens is not a good thing, because Athenian democracy is only for its own city-state, only for the small group of citizens in its own city-state. Athens is a big slave owner in the Mediterranean, and their Civilization and art are based on the exploitation of slaves. Even from its allies in the alliance, Athens compulsorily collects alliance fees to develop itself."

"But is the Peloponnesian League headed by Sparta a good thing? No, because Sparta itself is the benchmark of classical militarism."

Barnabas and Fulb next to him looked at Lan En, who was looking at the battlefield in the distance and talking calmly, with blank expressions.

They couldn't understand many words in the witcher's narration, but they could vaguely understand Lan En's meaning.

It was precisely because of this that they looked at Lan En with even more incredible eyes.

"In my eyes, this is a war without justice, a dog-eat-dog fight for Greek world hegemony."

The demon hunter turned around, leaving the fighting and roaring on the beach behind, and looked at the stunned Barnabas and Phob.

"Kassandra is my friend, but her participation in this war has a purpose and necessity. She is dedicated to completing her 'Odyssey' in this war. And I also believe that she can complete her journey .”

"But I have no reason to participate, and I don't want to participate in this dog-eat-dog fight. For me, the Spartans and Athenians may be very happy to get along with them. But when they join the army, they become the hegemonic will of two city-states. After the representative...hehe."

The witcher gave a final scoff.

"In short, this is an unjust war."

"It doesn't matter if you say I'm unreasonable or not."

With that said, Lan En simply left the side of the ship, opened the trap door on the deck alone, and jumped from the vertical ladder into the cabin.

"I won't fight an unjust war, that's just who I am."

The trapdoor closed with a snap.

On the deck, Barnabas and Forbes looked at each other blankly.

From the direction of the beach, the deafening shouts of death continued. But somehow, the two of them, one large and one small, felt that the battlefield that could be recorded in history and poetry was not as shocking as the trap door that was still shaking in front of them.

Barnabas' Adam's apple rolled across his wrinkled neck.

"Hahaha."

He laughed dryly. The one eye looked towards Fu Bai tremblingly.

"Is it my imagination?"

"I always feel that he really doesn't look like a 'person' living in the human world?"

The little girl, who had always been outgoing and cheerful, no longer looked like her usual self at this time.

Her calm nodding expression gave Barnabas the unprecedented feeling that she looked a bit like Lan En!

"Who knows, Barnabas? Who can really know what the creators of the universe were like?"

"Anyway, I can accept his reason for not wanting to go to the battlefield."

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An unarmored Spartan soldier behind Kassandra picked up a set of Avros pipes. The ends of the tubular instruments protruding from the corners of his mouth were slit, like ivory.

He took a sharp breath and blew, and a shocking and low hum came from the instrument and spread to all sides of the plain.

This confrontation between the heavy infantry was over within an hour.

Kassandra's performance was the most dazzling on the battlefield.

Her body was shining with the light of the artifact. At first, there were some Athenian officers who thought they were powerful. They wanted to disembowel this bitch who stepped onto the battlefield, and then take possession of the artifact.

But after several well-armed and strong Athenian officers were killed by Cassandra, these people began to run away from the falconer.

But there is no point in hiding. The broken spears shining with golden light and the burning scimitar blades will still tear open the necks of every Athenian officer on the battlefield.

A large number of deaths at the command level caused the Athenian soldiers to lose their backbone.

What followed was a disadvantage in the heavy infantry line against the top, and then the entire line collapsed.

The defense line collapsed, and a large number of Athenians threw down their shields and fled in panic. As a aftermath force, the Boeotian cavalry rushed out from one side, while the mountaineers rushed out from the other side and threw javelins at the few Athenian legions that held on.

The Spartan [Blood Wolf], who was standing on a high cliff and commanding the battlefield, raised his arms and shouted to the army below the cliff.

"Have you seen how afraid of us those Athenians are? The cowardly Pericles fled into the Parthenon and kept company with playwrights and philosophers all day long. Because he knew that the Athenians would never occupy Megaris. There are too many, and the city of Athens will be the next target to be captured by us!"

When the Allies celebrated their victory noisily, the Spartan soldiers fell silent, and that shout was their only luxury. They gently inserted the ends of their spears into the ground and drank the water in their water bladders silently. A few of them communicated in low voices that were almost inaudible.

Fight, fight, and win. This was seen by Spartan citizens as a duty, not a contribution, and therefore no reason to celebrate.

A soldier came down from the team surrounding the Spartan Wolf and asked Cassandra: "Are you that mercenary?"

Cassandra looked up at the other person and nodded.

"The Spartan Wolf is very satisfied with your performance today. When we return to the camp, he will ask you to meet with him." The soldier said.

From the corner of her eye, Kassandra saw Stantor staring at her, his expression darkened with anger.

"I will go immediately."

On the Adrestia, Barnabas and Phoebe, who witnessed the victory of the Spartan army and Cassandra's dazzling performance, cheered and hugged each other.

But then, the old man who had lived at sea for most of his life quickly came to his senses.

"Guys! Rest your rowing hands! Check the sails and cables! We must be ready to pick up people and set sail at any time!"

Fubai looked at Barnabas in confusion, and the old man could only explain to her one more thing.

"Fauber, my little man. You must have not forgotten why Cassandra is here, right? She accepted the commission to hunt [Blood Wolf] to make money! Now is the time when she can get closest to her goal. , when she finishes her move, we will run wildly under the eyes of the Spartans!"

"But, that's her father, isn't it?"

"Father? Ha." Barnabas smiled bitterly, "I don't know what decision Cassandra will make in the end, but we must at least be prepared to escape."

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