Greece brings evildoers

As one of the two major military powers in Greece, with the protection of the patron god Zeus, Mycenae has been expanding outwards in the past two hundred years and conquered a lot of land and city-states.

Therefore, although King Agamemnon and the Mycenaeans shouted loudly, the first ones to come on stage to test Troy's strength were basically vassal troops and slaves from other city-states.

Similarly, without the pressure of the older generation of heroes with divine blood, Troy has also developed fully in these years.

And Hector's title of "the first warrior of Troy" was also a reputation earned in a series of tragic foreign wars, without the slightest water.

As a man who knows military and war, 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 gather in formation while looking down through the battlements to observe the enemy situation.

As the ground shook, the first to come up were the Lydians from the eastern foreign countries.

The Lydians had narrow cuffs and a tight waist that reached their knees, embroidered with exotic patterns. Under the wide 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 thrown or used in close combat. They were used to using the Defoe shield with gaps on both sides to protect themselves.

In addition, some people had short swords on their waists. These soldiers generally wore turbans that only exposed their faces, and their equipment was inferior. Some of the wealthier Lydian soldiers would wear a semicircular helmet in the grassland style in their headdresses to make up for the lack of head defense.

Following closely behind were the more brave and warlike Thracians, who wore composite breastplates made of leather, with iron scale armor plates installed in some key areas, carrying spears, long-handled reverse-blade knives, double-sided axes and half-moon shields in their hands, and short-handled javelins on their backs, almost armed to the teeth.

At the end, there are the Ionians and Ionians who are closer 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 protect the first wave of vassal troops.

Hector did not rush to attack, but quietly waited for the enemy to approach. Under the constraints of discipline, the Trojan soldiers on the city wall also tried to overcome the fear and anxiety of the battle and lay dormant.

Chi Chi Chi Chi!

At the same time, in order to reduce the resistance of the siege, the Arcadian archers who were heavily recruited by King Agamemnon in the distance drew their bows and arrows before the battle began, and fired a wave of upward shots.

The scattered Lydians on the front line also bent their bows to cooperate and released a rain of arrows as dense as raindrops, forming a continuous covering fire attack.

"Raise your shield! Defend!"

With Hector's order, the Trojan soldiers on the city wall also skillfully set up a shield wall to deal with the arrows as dense as locusts.

After several rounds of attacks, the rain of arrows had little killing power on the Trojan soldiers who were looking down from a high 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 people, causing the wounded to scream and groan.

However, for the attacking party, the short-term turmoil caused by this rain of arrows was enough.

When the wounded on the wall were dragged to the back for treatment, the vassal army sent by King Agamemnon had already approached the city of Troy, began to throw hooks, set up siege ladders, and prepared to rush to the top of the city.

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 immediately poked their heads out and shot arrows at the black mass of invading enemies under the city, killing the vassal soldiers and slaves who lacked protection one by one.

Then, Troy's magicians and priests also began to show their power, chanting ritual spells and summoning the holy flames of Apollo, the god of light.

The golden fireballs fell, and hundreds of vassal soldiers and slaves were ignited, turning into twisted firemen. The strong smell of burning spread across the battlefield, making people sick.

The vassal soldiers and slaves were terrified and wanted to retreat.

But King Agamemnon in the back 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 back into sieves on the spot.

"You can only advance, not retreat! Those who violate this will be killed without mercy!"

As King Agamemnon snorted and ordered, the Mycenaean army formed a line array and advanced forward with long spears.

Looking at the cold spear tips and solid shield walls behind them, the vassal soldiers and slaves could only grit their teeth and rush towards the towering Troy walls.

After paying a tragic sacrifice, someone finally climbed to the top of the Trojan city with a rope ladder and dog claws.

However, before they could react, the burly figures hiding behind the parapet suddenly stood up.

These Trojans were not wearing light linen armor or scale breastplates, but almost completely closed bronze heavy armor. At the same time, each of them held a large shield with bronze cover and edging in the left hand, raised a spear in the right hand, and took advantage of the high position to accurately stab the eyes of the vassal soldiers and slaves or the necks that could not be protected by the helmets from top to bottom, easily delivering a fatal blow.

Seeing their comrades in front being brutally slaughtered, the vassal soldiers and slaves following behind were also driven by ferocity, stabbing a spear into the gaps in the shield wall, or slashing their swords brutally.

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.

God's Blood Guards! The Trojans actually hid a group of God's Blood Guards on the wall!

The vassal soldiers and slaves who climbed the city wall were stunned. In a trance, another batch of teammates were stabbed into sieves by the spears.

The blood and flying limbs in front of them 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 a little bit, and it is far from being made up by numbers.

Therefore, with these God's Blood Guards, they have no way to occupy the top of the city.

After realizing that this was futile, the vassal soldiers and slaves who had lost their courage fled in panic.

The hundreds of vassal soldiers and slaves who were left on the top of the city looked at their teammates who retreated like a tide and cursed in their hearts.

But at this moment, they did not have much time to denounce their teammates' shameless behavior, because the Trojans around them had already formed a formation with sharp spears in their hands and stabbed them.

The defending general Hector used the famous "Greek Spear Phalanx", which was a shield wall composed of wide shields, with spears stacked in between, stabbing out one after another, and was best at defending and attacking in a narrow area.

"No mercy! No prisoners!"

The leading Trojan officer roared, raised his spear and pierced a soldier of the vassal army, and the follow-up team was also methodically narrowing the encirclement.

As the range of movement became smaller and smaller, the vassal soldiers who had nowhere to hide at the front 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 cruelly and resolutely advanced forward.

Although the vassal army wanted to resist, the simple equipment of small shields and short spears could not match this kind of rotating killing machine. The hundreds of isolated soldiers who were left on the top of the city did not last long before they were killed and wounded by the Greek spear phalanx.

In the first wave of tentative siege, Mycenae killed thousands of vassal soldiers and slaves.

However, King Agamemnon's face was not moved at all, as if he was just casual about seeing a few ants die.

After all, Mycenae had many affiliated city-states, and these vassal soldiers and slaves with limited combat effectiveness could be replenished at any time.

Moreover, their death was not worthless, and his real sharp knife had already stabbed the chest of the Trojans.

Agamemnon raised the corner of his lips and looked at the battlefield ahead. A stream of red and black mud had moved to the front of the Trojan wall at some point, surging up from the ground, absorbing the scattered corpses and flesh and blood around, and gathered into a twisted and hideous monster in full view of the public. "Boom!"

The monster swung a punch and smashed half of Troy's tightly closed city gate, revealing a dark 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!"

Accompanied by his order, the elite God's Blood Guards of Mycenae also followed behind the king and charged at the city gate with a gap.

The archers, javelin throwers, priests, magicians and other long-range soldiers on the top of Troy City all took action, trying to buy time for Prince Hector to remedy the situation.

However, whether it was the rain of arrows and javelins, or the dense curse bullets and ether light streams, they could not hurt King Agamemnon at all.

It was not that he was invulnerable to swords and spears, but that he was surrounded by several monsters formed by red and black mud.

These unknown things had terrifying combat power, and shot down the arrows, javelins and magic attacks that flew like a meteor rain.

At this moment, standing in the cabin watching the battle, Loen couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

It's these things indeed! Clay dolls created by Pandora!

It seems that the witch of disaster has contributed a lot to the expansion of Mycenae to its current scale.

And King Agamemnon probably has a secret way to contact Pandora, and can even borrow so many clay dolls of disaster. The witch of disaster is likely to be in the Mycenae camp.

In this case, I will add fuel to the fire.

Loen's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked up at a certain place on the wall of Troy. The golden roulette that appeared behind him turned to the ninth grid at the same time.

Good qualifications, you are the one.

At the same time, the majestic white horse broke away from the roulette, turned into a ray of golden light, and quietly drilled into the eyebrows of a figure on the 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 high-pitched and loud neighing of war horses sounded in her ears, and endless light and heat accompanied the galloping of white horses, spreading to every corner of the world.

The girl, who was a priest of the Temple of Apollo, immediately had a blessing in her heart, emptied her mind, raised her magic wand, and chanted solemnly:

"Its source is light, its power is fire, it is punished by sword, and burned by fire - I command you to restore the light!"

In an instant, a stream of white light like a sharp sword shot out from Cassandra's magic wand, piercing through several red and black humanoid monsters in the Mycenae camp like a knife cutting butter, burning them into a wisp of disintegrating green smoke.

At this moment, Agamemnon, who was galloping towards the city gate, saw this situation and his face changed drastically.

What's going on? Where are my divine guards?

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.

That woman is not right! Retreat!

However, the general is the courage of the soldiers.

At the moment when Agamemnon turned his horse's head to stop the attack, the blood guards with him as their flag also fell into a brief chaos in the sudden brake.

Opportunity!

At the same time, Hector, who led the blood guards to block the gap in the city gate, saw this, his eyes lit up, and he decisively gave up holding on, turned 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.

At this time, Agamemnon had two choices. One was to show blood and courage, stabilize the formation on the spot, use the advantage of numbers to wear down the spirit of this isolated Trojan army, and then surround and annihilate it.

Of course, this requires him to bet his life on the gambling table and compete with the Trojan defenders on the opposite side to see who lives longer and who is stronger.

But after seeing the other side stabbed dozens of Mycenae's elite God Blood Guards to death like cutting melons and vegetables, Agamemnon's heart trembled, and he turned his horse's head without hesitation and chose the second way:

"Retreat!"

With the shouting of this military order, the morale of the Mycenae army suddenly plummeted, and they avoided the sharp edge of Hector and the Trojans and turned around to rush to their own camp.

Thus, a fierce attack turned into a defeat with a tiger's head and a snake's tail.

After paying the price of hundreds of elite casualties, Agamemnon finally led the remaining troops back to a safe area with a face full of dirt.

Hector looked at the coalition camp with flags like clouds in front of him, and felt the obscure atmosphere in it. He also gave up going deep into the city, and decisively stopped while he was ahead, and returned to Troy with the God Blood Guards to repair the damaged city gate.

The Trojan team on guard outside calmly stripped off the enemy's armor and harvested the spoils of war with the attitude of a victor, brought these honors and merits back to the city, and won the deafening cheers of the soldiers in the city.

If the Greeks were all such cowards, they would have nothing to fear.

Fight for another five or ten years, Troy will still be Troy, and it will not perish!

But unlike the blind optimism of the people 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 came back?

But why was he on the opposite side?

The priestess looked up at the Greek army gathered outside the city and frowned deeply.