Me, Hydra

A year flipping through the book in his hands, Skaha looked marginally interested. But Hydra didn't understand it that way.

"I am not the author of this book. The author of this book is called Lee Jong-go."

"Lee Jong-go? What an obscure name."

"Perhaps but the obscurity of a name has nothing to do with talent, believe me. He is a buried master."

Hearing Hydra's words, Skaha also trailed off.

"You don't have to tell me that, I'll prove it with my own eyes!"

At the news, Hydra shrugged her shoulders and didn't get angry.

Skaha was one of the few people in Sparta who could speak with Hydra on an equal footing, and if the scope extended to the entire world of Greece, then Zeus' group should be counted as well, but Hydra didn't think that Zeus would speak to him peacefully....

"By the way, don't you worry about your front line? You know, the Greek side is sending a whole 300,000 troops, and even though each soldier's battle power is average, if I remember correctly from the top of the battlefield, their heroic battle power is much more than yours~"

At the news, Hydra shook her head.

"The entire topography of Sparta is clear in my line of sight, although the disparity in battle strength is a bit large, but as long as come to a reasonable use of the current defensive equipment at least to last until winter is no problem... The Greek army, although heavy in numbers, but also represents their quality Variations. Half of the soldiers in Greece were called out to Zheng through forced conscription, which means that they need to bring their own equipment, a good set of equipment a good blacksmith, the loss of Hephaestus they are extremely slow in the development of crafting Hu, a peasant to get a complete set of equipment even need to pay a year or two of income...more What matters is their part-time shallow, heartbreaking knowledge of the battlefield~"

A smile rose to the corner of Hydra's mouth as she said that.

In ancient times, the Greek army's war was a flurry of rushing up. It could be said that they rushed up without a hint of discipline. Because of this, and then later when the Macedonian Empire invaded, the Greek army could be said to have suffered in the face of the Macedonian phalanx.

Now, they are not only facing the Macedonian square formation which is only in the sense of having a battle formation, but also the more practical, various battle formations in the medieval history. In addition to the most basic ten formations that is square formation, round formation, sparse formation, number formation, conical formation, geese formation, hook formation, Xuanxiang formation, water formation, fire formation, etc., there are such as the mandarin ducks formation, Ping Rong Wanquan formation, front yard formation and even the long snake formation and other famous or obscure various formations.

Among them, except for Sparta's 300 forbidden troops, who were attacking to defend, the other soldiers were using various simple defensive formations, such as the Circle Formation, which deployed the gold drum banner in the center for circular defense and had no obvious weaknesses.

"Perhaps in the future, the role of the formation will not be as important as it is now, but the philosophical thoughts contained in the formation are impossible to ignore. And in this era, the formation can even allow one to defeat a hundred!"

Hearing Hydra's words, Skaha tilted his head, then said indifferently, "I believe more in breaking coincidences with force~"

"I can defeat three times as many soldiers as our army with the same amount of force."

Hearing Hydra's words, Skaha turned his head and was about to say something when he came face to face with Hydra's gaze.

Looking at Hydra's serious gaze, Skaha trailed off.

"Forget about that for a moment, what do you think about the Nordic thing?"

At the news, Hydra lowered her eyebrows for a moment in thought.

"The northern European winter of Fenrir has begun to spread, and the hindrances to cultivation that Odin and the other gods have put in place for the Marvel spell are slowly weakening... The Twilight of the Gods is coming."

Hearing Hydra's words, Skaha's fingers trembled, and then said somewhat indifferently, "Then what's behind the twilight of the gods you speak of..."

Nodding, Hydra said easily.

"That's right, the things hidden after this twilight will also appear. According to the news that Thor passed back, the walls of space on the tundra of the Atrium's extreme cold have grown fainter and fainter, and those wing-wielding creatures have begun to appear more frequently. I'm sure it won't be long before they will have their sunset, around this winter."

Hearing Hydra's words, Skaha clenched his fists.

"Aren't you going to do something about it?!"

After a moment of silence, Hydra said matter-of-factly.

"Of course something had to be done, the Angels weren't just targeting Northern Europe. Honestly, I was going to leave Northern Europe alone, and while Northern Europe has trade to and from us, it's all part of the deal. The trade in question is give and take. Even if we help Nordic we may not get anything...friendship? You see if they still care about your friendship in the face of great profit. But compared to Northern Europe, the threat of angels is in a sense far greater than Olympus. This is a favor we want to help or not....

Hearing Hydra's words, Skaha nodded.

"Angels destroy our homes and force our people to leave their homes, whether you help or not, we will never let any of them go!"

Shrugging her shoulders, Hydra looked at the Skaha in front of her.

"Let such things be as they are, your home was destroyed by an angel and the grief from that I cannot understand. But we have the same interests now. But even so, I would caution you, who possesses the wisdom of the magic mirror, not to be overwhelmed by hatred."

After a moment of silence, Skaha shook his head.

"All right, but do you know what the heroes chose to do when they were on the run, the words they spoke for their race? Under their cover, we came to mess with the place with all our scars. A strange place. Far from our homeland, what are we left with? How can we not repay such hatred?"

Shrugging her shoulders, Hydra turned her attention elsewhere.

There was no profit in it, but one thing in Northern Europe that Hydra had been coveting for a long time....

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Volume 1: Text-109.Night Attack

Unexpectedly, Quintus and the others relied on a wide variety of defensive weapons, including kerosene throwers, to once again repel the enemy forces coming to attack the city.

I have to praise the contribution of kerosene to the defense of the city, put the fierce kerosene into iron jars, and then use the thrower to throw, a large pile on the ground can instantly create a sea of fire, leather armor and other inferior armor in front of this sea of fire is like paper mache, so to survive intact fool's dream.

The so-called fierce kerosene is oil, which is known as Loki's water in Northern Europe. Although Loki had a layer of identity as the god of mischief, Loki's main deity was the god of fire. The characteristic of oil is that the more water is poured, the stronger the fire becomes. Faced with this unfamiliar flame, the Greek army subconsciously poured water on it. And then the result speaks for itself....

In the city of Mycenae, Quintus and the others looked at Leonidas with burning eyes.

"Although we have once again repulsed the allied forces of Greece, the long defense of the city is distracting to all of you in comparison. So I intend to launch a surprise attack. But there is one thing. It belongs to autumn now and the trees are dying, which will be a great test for our concealment."

Hearing Leonidas's words, Quintus spoke quickly.

"Never mind! From concealment alone each of the Spartan Praetorian Guards can use their cloaks to refract the surrounding light thus changing their own colors. And whether it's concealment or anything else, the Spartan 300 Forbidden Guards are the best choice!"

At the news Leonidas nodded, the cloaks of the forbidden guard were made through the skins that Hydra had retired. It wasn't hard to change the color of itself according to the surroundings.

After a moment of silence, Atalanta and Hippolyta on the other side looked at each other.

"If that's the case, Atta and I deserve to go there as well. The belt of a military god can make the Spartan Praetorian Army go up a level, and Atta was born to be the darling of the wilderness. Even the ruggedness of the Arcadia Mountains is peaceful and ordinary beneath Atta's feet." Upon hearing this, Leonidas nodded after a moment's thought.

"If that's the case, I'll sit in Mycenae, but one thing you must remember is that our surprise attack is only a blockade of its transport supply line, and if the place is rushed, then don't hesitate to get out of there at once! With the level of the forbidden army, it should be easy to get rid of the pursuers."

Nodding, Quintus on the other hand looked a little excited.

"So when do we move?"

After a moment's silence, Leonidas estimated the time.

"In order to prevent them from attacking at night, let's wait until the third night to make our move."

At the news, Quintus nodded.

"Then I'll go down and get them ready."

"Hmm."