Chapter 409 Bearing

I'm talking about Giant's Hill, you wanna pick up girls? Are you all suffocated like this? " Su ye asked angrily.

"Your Majesty, you misunderstood. I am a person with the same long-term vision as you. What I am talking about is not my personal marriage, but the continuation of the ethnic group. Once we move into the Giant Hill, I will have the power of the ethnic group. At that time, I will gain the authority of the old days, have subjects, own ethnic groups, and prosper." Wang Dahammer said righteously.

"Baa baa..."

Su ye glanced at the Black Demon Sheep.

"You want ewes too?"

The Black Demon Sheep immediately obeyed and knelt down, showing a flattering smile, and a set of neat white teeth protruded from the black mouth.

Suye thought for a while and said, "After you enter the giant hill, what will happen to my summoning technique?"

"You will have the ability to summon a team. The number is about ten, that is, five majestic and mighty demon sheep knights." Wang Dahammer said.

Suye smiled and asked, "How do the other four knights compare to your strength?"

"The rank is always lower than mine."

"What's the next stage of the summoning team?" Wu Ye asked.

"It's a summoning tribe. The total number is about 100. The other new magic sheep knights are two levels lower than me. But new dwarves may be born. In our rock dwarf tribe, there are dwarf mages."

"What about the next stage?"

"Summon the legion, the total number is about 1000, and the weakest rank is three levels lower than mine. At this time, our legion will be particularly complete, and there will be powerful dwarves who use magic equipment. As for the next stage, I don't know , because I was only a legion-level dwarf king in my previous life." Wang Dahammer said.

Suye looked at Di Aotian: "If you have the fire element divine power plane, you will start to multiply and grow stronger, right?"

"Chichi, chirp, chirp..." Di Aotian explained excitedly.

"When I didn't ask!"

Su ye thought about the future development route of summoning magic, and then fell asleep.

The next day, good news spread throughout the Greek coalition forces.

Persia has paid the first ransom,

The most important group of prisoners left with the ship.

Throughout the day, the Marathon Fortress was immersed in a sea of ​​joy.

Most soldiers have limited military merit, and none of them are eligible to exchange for loot.

However, everyone has a share in the ransom!

Starting in the afternoon, people from various city-states in the Marathon Fortress carried bags and pushed carts, and received golden eagles from the logistics department.

Even a recruit who had never killed anyone received at least ten Golden Eagles.

The voices of praising General Mitiayd have not been interrupted since the afternoon.

If it was a nobleman leading the army, it would be absolutely impossible to distribute so many golden eagles to the soldiers.

Su ye also went to collect the ransom paid by Persia.

A full two hundred thousand!

Even surpassed the two generals Mitiade and Themis.

In the eyes of the nobles, this amount of money is not much, but compared with previous wars, this amount can be called huge.

For Su ye, this was the price of an additional elementary legendary magic weapon.

Su ye took the opportunity to ask Fast about the total amount of ransom in Persia this time. He didn't say the exact figure, but only said that it was above ten million golden eagles.

Fight to get rich.

However, more than half of the ransom was used to pay the pension, which was distributed to each soldier's family under the supervision of the priest of the temple.

Back at the residence, the Spartan soldiers who received the gold coins discussed excitedly with their money bags.

"This is the first time I've actually earned golden eagles! This feeling is so wonderful! Even if my family gave me ten times as many golden eagles, it wouldn't make me so excited. I want to keep these golden eagles and show them off in front of my children in the future!" Ka Stoll spread out the money bag, and kept grabbing the golden coins with both hands.

The golden light flickered, and the sound entered my ears.

"This feeling is better than what you get in the arena." Komodes held the golden eagle in his mouth, bit it down lightly, and made symmetrical tooth marks on Zeus' face and the eagle's head.

Su ye smiled slightly when he saw their happy smiles glowing with golden light.

Then, continue to go into the house to do homework.

When a new day came, Su ye deliberately changed into a white robe.

In the courtyard, the neatly dressed Spartan soldiers chatted happily.

However, many people's eyes showed tension and anticipation.

Even Commodes and Castor felt unnatural.

"What's the awarding process like?" Suye asked.

"Theoretically, it is from the bottom to the top. First, the ranks and honors of the soldiers and captains are awarded within each city-state. After that, the honors of the regiment commander and general are awarded on the high platform outside the city. Now that you have come out , let's go to the gathering place of the Spartans to see the award ceremony." Castor was a little excited.

"Walk!"

Everyone went out excitedly.

Everyone recognized them as Spartans by their bright red cloaks and the striking red fur on their helmets.

Teams of teams from various city-states marched in different directions, and everyone's faces were filled with joyful smiles.

Similar words such as military merit, golden eagle, awarding honor, etc. echoed in Yao's ears one after another.

Su ye watched this scene with a smile.

In fact, most people's desires are very simple. If you get what you deserve, you will be satisfied, and you can do things wholeheartedly.

Even, even a little loss, although angry and unhappy, can be tolerated.

However, there are always nobles who devour the blood and sweat of others for their own benefit, and even want to deprive others of everything, which causes the confrontation and confusion between the two sides.

The greed and short-sightedness of the upper class is the first cause of conflict and confrontation.

Looking at those smiles, those faces that were happy even with injuries all over his body, Su ye suddenly understood why General Mityad would rather offend the nobles than fight for the supreme command of the coalition forces.

Because, as Mitiadeh had seen, there were too many corpses after failure.

I have also seen too many angry distorted faces after victory.

He wants to see more, smile.

The smile at this moment.

Su ye took a deep breath, slowly released the emotion in his heart, and suddenly understood a lot.

Mitiayd first bears the blame for the defeat before he can win the praise of the soldiers.

Mitiayd first carried the anger of the nobles before he could see the smiles of the soldiers.

Only by bearing the hopes of the Greeks can Mitiades win, become a legend, and become a general.

Su ye smiled happily.

I have carried the hopes of the teachers and students of Plato Academy, the hopes of Zaclay, the hopes of the abandoned babies and refugees of Sparta, and the hopes of the soldiers in the Battle of Marathon, but it was not enough.

These are not enough to be promoted to legend, let alone above legend.

I, carry more, gain more.

Su ye clenched his fists and stepped forward with a smile on his face.

Soon, everyone came to a spacious place, where almost everyone was wearing Sparta's unique red cloak.

Everyone talked excitedly, waited excitedly, and looked forward to it excitedly.

Even the appearance of Su ye, the first performer, and Komodes, the gladiator king, did not attract much attention.

At this time, everyone has only the same identity.

meritorious person.

Not long after, the Spartan military general and leader appeared, first wearing a magic beard and delivering an impassioned speech, which stimulated the Spartans to rage and scream.

"Sparta!"

"Sparta!"

Soon, shouts came from everywhere in the fortress.

"Athens!"

"Athens!"

...

"Tube!"

"Tube!"

...

"Macedonia!"

"Mycenae!"

...

These feuding Greek city-states, at this moment, were not angry because they heard the voices of the hostile city-states.

Everyone has a heartfelt smile on their face.

The victory of the marathon is by no means the victory of anyone or any small group, but the victory of all Greeks, the credit of all Greeks.

It is also the glory of all Greeks.

Subsequently, the Spartan generals began to award titles and honors.

First of all, the general read the names of the new captains one after another, and one after another the Spartan soldiers rushed forward, or with the support of their teammates, they picked up their bronze captain logos with smiles on their faces, and stood tall. Raised, to loud cheers.

Then, the Spartan soldier captain who announced his promotion to captain, this time there were fewer people, but the cheers were more enthusiastic.

Afterwards, low-level honors will be awarded, this time with fewer people, but every award will inevitably trigger more intense cheers than before.

A military rank is just a position, but an honor is more of an honor.

Su Ye keenly discovered that the cheers from all over the world were similar, but the voices gradually decreased. Only the voices of Sparta not only did not decrease, but reached their peak when the honor was awarded.

Not even Athens could match the smaller Sparta.

Su ye let out a long sigh.

Among so many city-states, only Sparta's honors can maintain basic fairness.

The voice of the soldiers is the signal sent by soldiers and civilians to the nobles. Any keen nobles and generals should be aware of this signal and make changes.

Unfortunately, their greed and short-sightedness, their arrogance and ignorance ignored this signal.

Every signal is a snowflake, which will eventually snowball slowly.

In the eyes of the ignorant nobles, there are just more snowflakes.

In the eyes of the enlightened nobles, it is just a snowball with little danger.

In the eyes of the wise, it may be the water that nourishes the earth, or it may be the avalanche in the future.

Su ye watched all this with a smile on his face.

"For Euclid's support, let's add another hundred thousand Golden Eagle..."

After witnessing the honor ceremony in the morning, Su ye and the Spartan team walked out of the city early after lunch.

A hot afternoon wind blew across the plains of Marathon.

The jagged grass looked like it had been gnawed by cattle.

I don't know if the green grass is covering up the traces of the war, or the traces of the war surround the green grass.

Under the city walls, magicians set up high platforms, and warriors from various city-states gathered everywhere, discussing wars, military exploits, medals, family members, futures and hopes excitedly.

Su ye turned to look at the Persian camp.

The Persian generals, nobles, aces and high-ranking fighters have already left, and the remaining ordinary soldiers and light infantry recruited temporarily are all looking here.

The eyes of each of them are so dim, but together, they are shining brightly.

Like the waves of the sea illuminated by the sun, sparkling.

Not long after, under the leadership of General Miltiades, the Greek generals ascended to the high platform.

The cheers were deafening.

"Greece!"

"Greece!"

"Greece……"

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