These soldiers were very strong. They were equipped with large round shields that could cover half of their bodies, and in their other hands they were using the local characteristic weapon, the Thracian scimitar. This scimitar was the most terrifying weapon in the minds of many Greek colonists. It was crudely made and had little effect on ordinary bronze armor, but the serrated blade was like a shark's tooth, and could tear off a piece of human flesh alive. At the same time, this heavy Thracian scimitar was used to its full potential by the strong men. When wielded, it was no longer a sharp blade, but more like an awl. It could smash directly on the bronze armor, breaking people's bones alive, and even directly open a bloody hole on the bronze armor. It was this weapon that killed countless Greek colonists who came here to colonize. "Heavy infantry! Hold the line! Don't be afraid!" Hilde directed and waved forward. "Axe throwers, forward!" At this moment, many slaves wearing only loincloths appeared behind Hilde. They carried a basket on their backs with several axes in it. These were the troops Hilde used to deal with these Thracian vanguards, the axe throwers. "Wait until the enemy gets closer before throwing!" Hilde's orders were orderly. These Thracian strongmen rushed to the front, and when they were only 20 meters away from the slave soldiers, each of them smiled knowingly, because every time they fought with the Greek colonists, it was like this, in the last 20 meters, these Greeks would have no way to resist the fierce attack of the Thracians. But this time they were wrong, they were no longer facing the Greeks who followed the ancient tactics, but Hilde who was willing to reform according to the existing tactics. The enemy is within range.
These trained slaves knew that their day of change was coming. "put--!" All the slave soldiers stood still, raised their axes high behind their backs, and threw them out with all their strength. The Thracians were obviously unaware of what might happen next, and they raised their large round shields as if they were defending against slingers and archers. But the axe was heavy, and its impact was also very terrible. The axe weighing several kilograms hit the large round shield in front of them fiercely, and then the not-so-sharp axe completely split the entire shield. The huge impact made the Thracians unstable and fell directly to the ground. Some unlucky Thracians were even hit by the axe. After the first round of axes were thrown, the slave soldiers immediately threw a second round of axes, knocking down those who had escaped the net one by one. After the Thracian vanguards fell, the ordinary Thracian soldiers who were charging behind them with various weapons lost their greatest protection. When facing the surging axes, they had no power to parry, and once they were chopped, blood and flesh would basically fly everywhere. "Heavy infantry! Forward!" Victory is now certain. Hilde could already foresee what was coming. The smell of blood in the air came from the enemy. This feeling made Hilde feel strange and disgusting, but also very familiar, as if she had been in such a place before. She felt a little restless, eager to fight and kill. This happened to Hilde. She suddenly became a little irritable and wanted to rush into the enemy to kill them, but Hilde still held back. What's wrong with me? Just when Hilde asked the question. There have been new changes on the battlefield. Chapter 4, Chapter 8: A battle without suspense After throwing all the axes, the slaves completed their mission and quickly withdrew from the battlefield. The Thracian infantrymen who came later directly ran into the heavy infantry phalanx. They tried to pass through the forest of guns and then enter the square to kill, but the dense phalanx did not give them any chance. The ubiquitous long hair pierced into the bodies of these Thracians. The infantry phalanx was like a ruthless war machine, madly harvesting the lives of the enemy. At the same time, the surrounding archers also concentrated their arrows at this place. These Thracian soldiers not only had to face the pressure of the Greek heavy infantry phalanx in front, but also had to worry about the shooting of the archers on the sides and back. For a moment, despair lingered in their hearts. So soon they could not hold on to their attack, and they hurriedly fled into the burning village. Among them, a strong man who was obviously the leader of the Thracians stared at Hilde with resentful eyes not far away. However, he seemed to have given up something and led his people back to the village. Feel that gaze. Something from within Hilde was completely released. "The enemy has been defeated!!!"
Hilde held up the accessory and pointed it at the village in the sea of fire. "Everyone draw your weapons and destroy all the enemies here!!!" "Sir, please leave here first and leave it to us..." Amyntas became a little worried. But before he could finish his words, Hilde disappeared in front of him. Amyntas didn't even see Hilde's movements clearly. Hilde rushed into the village at a very fast speed, but in his heart, he only had the eyes of the Thracian just now. Now Hilde had only one thought in his mind, which was to catch up with the man. Then... Break his neck yourself! Everything in front of him gradually slowed down in Hilde's eyes, as if it was slowing down. Hilde knew very well that this was a gift from his ability. The fleeing soldiers, the crying children, and the women who were asking for help, all their movements were clearly visible in Hilde's eyes. This was a feeling Hilde had never had before. Perhaps this was also some hidden ability. He could see all the movements of these people clearly! Moreover, the firelight illuminated the point, and it was a bright light. Where the light did not find, there was a scarlet red. Although the area within his sight was dark, it strangely emitted a red glow, which was clearly reflected in his eyes. She only needed to concentrate her attention, and her vision would quickly magnify like a magnifying glass, and then help her see everything, even the dust on the ground could be seen clearly. Under such circumstances, Hilde found a familiar smell in the pungent smoke mixed with the smell of blood and burning wood. Following this smell, Hilde found the man who had just led the Thracians to charge in the messy village. Yes, that's him! Hilde didn't think much about it. Dressed in white, she rushed directly into the burning and blazing village. Now in the village, the battle was constantly pushing the Thracians into a desperate situation. After the first charge failed, the Thracian soldiers, who suffered heavy losses, had no way to launch a second charge. Then, Hilde's army continued to launch oppressive attacks. Under such an offensive, many soldiers could not bear the pressure and desperately ran south. But when they ran to the south, they faced Amyntas and his heavy infantry. Everywhere there were people screaming and whistling rain of arrows. Hilde's troops did not join the battlefield at all. They had to reduce their own casualties, so they took advantage of their firepower and avoided close combat. But at this moment, Hilde rushed in directly, like a white ghost, and came directly to the front of a building. At this time, the man just turned around and suddenly met Hilde's eyes. The man was shocked and quickly raised his sword and shield. At this time, Hilde saw that the man seemed to be protecting something, and he was ready to fight Hilde to the death. In the eyes of outsiders, Hilde is just a beautiful girl. But at this moment. This battle-hardened Thracian chieftain. I smelled an extremely dangerous smell from Hilde. The sense of oppression from Hild was not simply that of a strong man, but more like that of a predator. The Thracian chief had only felt this feeling when he encountered a pack of wolves as a child. It was not the intention to kill, but the desire to prey, and it was simply the aura of seeing him as prey. Faced with such a sense of oppression, the chief took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then spoke in not very fluent Greek: "Who are you!" "My name is Hilde." In just a blink of an eye, Hilde stood behind the chief. "It's a pity you didn't hear it." "..."
At this moment, the chief was unable to utter a word. That burly body had now turned into a headless corpse. The fourth tune and the ninth section fell out of control The chief's eyes widened, as if he had seen something he shouldn't have seen. He died with his eyes open, and Hilder grabbed his head in his hand, like a toy ball. When the body behind him fell to the ground, Hilder threw the head in his hand over, and then looked at the being in front of him. That was a young girl. Just now, the chief tried his best to protect this little girl. I don't know what the relationship between her and the chief is, maybe father and daughter, or maybe husband and wife, but now she is leaning against the wall, and her face is pale with fear. Her blue eyes are full of fear and hesitation. It's as if she saw something terrible. Just now, the most powerful chief in the whole village was beheaded by this woman. No matter who sees this situation, they will be extremely scared. "You, don't come over here!!!" The girl grabbed a dagger from the ground and pointed it at Hilde. "do not come!" "Do you want to resist me?" Hilde smiled faintly and threw the sword in his hand aside. Until now, the little girl realized that the white silk on Hilde's body was not stained with a single drop of blood, and it was still so white. If she hadn't seen Hilde chop off the chief's head with her own eyes, the little girl would have naively believed that Hilde was a god from the God Realm who came to help them end their suffering. But unfortunately, that was not the case. Hilde was not that god, but a complete demon who came to destroy them. “Don’t, don’t come over here… please…” The girl was so frightened that her legs went weak and she knelt on the ground. "Do not kill me……" Seeing the girl begging for mercy, Hilde did not intend to hurt her. It was agreed that even soldiers would be spared if they laid down their weapons and surrendered. This was especially true for children and women, and no one in the army was allowed to harm them. So Hilde planned to take the girl out of the fire to prevent her from dying in the chaos. But at this moment, Hilde's body moved involuntarily, and a strong desire broke through Hilde's reason. By the time she reacted, she had already rushed to the girl, grabbed her neck, and lifted her up. “No, don’t… don’t!” The girl tried to struggle. However, Hilde's strength is terrifying. What am I doing! ? Hilde's remaining rationality told her that she had to let go, but she quickly lost it again. Facing this defenseless girl, Hilde rushed over, biting the girl's neck with her sharp teeth, and began to beat her crazily. The girl only let out a miserable cry and struggled violently, but she couldn't push Hilde away at all. This was different from the behavior between Hilde and Sophia in the past. Hilde always tasted Sophia very gently, which might be a little painful, but it was all within the acceptable range. But this time it was different. This was a pure beast-like eating, a wildness that seemed to be able to tear the other person apart completely. The release of the wildness from the deepest part of her heart made Hilde indulge in unspeakable happiness. She even forgot what she was doing. The girl's struggle gradually weakened. The loss of a large amount of blood weakened the girl's reaction. She cried helplessly and prayed for a miracle. "No, no...I don't want to die..." Warm tears dripped on Hilde's cheeks. That feeling awakened Hilde's hidden self deep in her heart. At this moment, Hilde suddenly woke up and realized what she was doing. So Hilde threw the girl aside, then stepped back several steps and fell to the ground. The blood on her mouth had flowed down her lips, into her throat, and onto her clothes.
"I...I'm doing something..." Hilde shook her head and looked at the girl. She is not afraid of killing. But I don't want to kill an innocent person in this way. Hilde ran to the girl and helped her up. At this time, there was a shocking wound on the girl's neck, and blood was oozing out. The girl had lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss. If she was left alone, her life would be in danger. So Hilde stretched out her tongue and gently licked the girl's wound. Hilde knew a long time ago that her saliva had the ability to heal wounds. Sure enough, it also had a significant effect on this girl. After the wound healed, Hilde breathed a sigh of relief. Although the blood loss was excessive, it was not life-threatening. Hilde calmed down and began to recall the time when she was out of control. The fourth chapter, the tenth chapter, has fruitful results. At that moment just now, Hilde seemed to have lost all her sanity. Everything in her brain seemed to have disappeared, and what remained was only the desire for blood and killing. In such a situation, Hilde felt that she had become an irrational beast. It was a very terrifying experience. Although he still had a trace of consciousness, he did something that he shouldn't have done at all. Hilde is not afraid to kill. But she didn't want to kill others in this way. Especially the feeling just now. She was acting completely on her own instincts. Hilde realized how terrible she was when she lost her mind. If she hadn't woken up early, the girl would have definitely died. Now Hilde couldn't help but start to doubt the person who called herself Athena. Was she really a goddess? How could such a body belong to a glamorous goddess? This is totally demonic. Although Hilde doesn't deny this at all. However, if the power of the devil gets out of control, that is something Hilde does not want to see. After sitting on the ground and calming down for a while, Hilde turned around and looked at the girl who was thrown aside by her. Although the girl's life is now saved, her memory of her appearance just now must be deeply engraved in her mind. Hilde does not want many people to know her true face. The more people know, the greater the impact on her may be. So Hilde stood up, picked up the long sword she had just thrown on the ground, and walked to the little girl. "sorry." Hilde apologized to the unconscious little girl. Although she had just stopped the girl from being sucked dry, she had to kill her now for her own future and to keep the secret. The girl was innocent, but Hilde couldn't imagine what would happen if she told others her true identity. So Hilde raised the sword in her hand and pointed it at the girl lying on the ground. "You can never tell my secret." ------------------------------------- Soon the battle was over. About 400 Thracian soldiers put up a tenacious resistance, but they were unable to stop the Byzantine attack. In the end, after more than 200 people were killed or wounded, the remaining Thracian soldiers gave up resistance. This was a great victory. For the Byzantines, who were on the battlefield for the first time, this was a great victory that they could celebrate for the whole year. They had originally set foot on the battlefield with the determination to die, but now they found that they had achieved such a great victory at the cost of only more than ten people. The Thracians, who were originally deeply terrified from the bottom of their hearts, were like a group of sheep, kneeling on the ground and trembling, begging the Byzantines to spare their lives. Hilde's order was that once the Thracians surrendered, no violent means were allowed to be used, and they could simply be tied up. In addition to the Thracians who were burned to death and killed, there were more than 1,200 captives left in the village, who were taken back to Byzantium as slaves.
At the same time, the Byzantine soldiers also found a lot of food, materials and weapons in the warehouse next to them, including a large number of gold and silver coins looted from the villages around the Byzantine city. Although the Thracian weapons were not good things, they could become very useful weapons if they were taken back and given to the blacksmith for re-polishing and forging. It can be said that this battle not only allowed the Byzantine city to survive the immediate crisis, but also made a fortune. "Hand over all the spoils, don't keep them for yourself. You are an army, not bandits!" Amyntas' stern voice echoed in the army. Many of these Byzantines were civilians. Seeing that the Thracians had looted so much treasure, many of them were eager to make a move. However, Amyntas was a man who would not tolerate any sand in his eyes. Under his strict warning, these people could only obediently hand over all the spoils they got. However, Hilde had already ordered before that anyone who had made contributions in the battle would be rewarded in this battle.