Late at night, a man stood on a branch and looked at the Seven Star City under the moonlight.


    He had long silver hair, wrapped in blue armor, and wore a blue laurel crown on his head.


    He was a fourth-order believer of Apollo. The dark night was as bright as day for him, and the distant city was clearly seen by him.


    There are many soldiers at the head of the city. They are like a group of pigs, stretching their necks and waiting to be slaughtered. They are destined to have a lot of harvest tonight.


    He waved behind him, and a hundred archers appeared in the forest. They wear the same armor and the same long bow. Everyone can jump lightly on the branches, as if they were elves growing in the mountains and forests.


    Under the guidance of the God of light, the itaxiuans, the descendants of Troy blessed by Apollo, are starting a sacred war of revenge.


    Their operational plan is divided into three steps:


    The first step is to kill all the people who came out of the Seven Star City and let them stay in the city.


    The second step is to constantly attack the south gate, so that the enemy can concentrate all his forces on the south gate, thus ignoring the defense of other positions.


    The third step is to attack the Seven Star City over the city wall with the weapons of the itaxiua people, kill half of the population in the city, avenge the dead Messenger, capture Manda Claude Sai alive, shave his hair and strip his clothes, let him repent in the temple of Apollo for a year, and finally the God of light will decide his life and death.


    The first step of the tactics has been successful, and the second step has also achieved good results. Try again tonight. If it is determined that the enemy does not dare to go out, they will start the third step of the tactics.


    The leader of this group of archers is called Lacus. His great grandfather was king itaxiua, his grandfather was elder itaxiua, and his father was an alternate elder. In his generation, he became a lowly aristocrat and served as a centurion in this war.


    No way, there are many brothers in each generation of their family. From his grandfather to him, he is never the eldest son. The status of nobility drops again and again.


    This is an opportunity to win this battle. He is likely to become a commander. If he makes meritorious contributions in the next battle, he will have the opportunity to become a general.


    His uncle, army commander savant, promised so, and more than one person knew the news. Among his subordinates, there was a female soldier who looked good but had a stubborn temperament. She had given her some hints before, and she pretended not to understand.


    Since she received the news, she has become more active and will show a deep smile to Lacus from time to time.


    Tonight she smiled again, more sweetly than usual. She came to Lacus and whispered, "if there are still enemy troops falling on the city today, please leave some for me. I haven''t received merit before."


    According to the tradition of the itaxiuya people, the enemy''s ears are an important voucher for calculating meritorious deeds. The female soldier''s luck is not very good, and she has not gained in the previous battles.


    There are so many enemy troops tonight that she should be able to pick up one or two. But even if she shoots the enemy, she may not be able to get meritorious service. It depends on whether she has the courage to cut her ears and whether her hands are fast enough. Of course, if there is a centurion''s order, things will be much simpler.


    But Lacus will not help in vain. He said carelessly, "I want to help you, but I can''t break the rules. You can''t rob others of their fighting skills. Your shooting skills still need to be polished, especially in terms of strength. You''re too poor."


    The female soldier lowered her head and said, "I need your guidance."


    Lacus nodded: "tomorrow night, I''ll help you adjust the bowstring, and then correct your movements."


    He stressed that it was tomorrow night. Such a hint was very clear, but the female soldier was more anxious than him: "why not tonight? If we can end the battle earlier, I will wash away my sweat immediately and wait for your advice."


    Lacus smiled, and the girl was good.


    "OK, then work harder to fight."


    "But I''m afraid I won''t get meritorious service tonight." she worried about Lacus baipiao.


    Lacus said with a smile, "don''t worry. There''s no wind tonight. Just pull the bowstring full. As long as your feather and arrow can fly to the city, it must be your merit."


    For Lacus, it is not difficult for the female soldier to get some merit. Even if they want a few ears from others, they dare not give them. After all, he is a man who is about to become a general.


    Tonight is really a good time to make contributions. There is no wind at all, which is most conducive to the archers. It is roughly estimated that hundreds of enemies should be killed tonight.


    Lakus looked at the female soldier. There was a blush on the female soldier''s face, which made him more excited.


    Perhaps he was too excited. He felt dizzy and his steps were not as smooth as before.


    What''s the matter? My throat is itchy, my chest is stuffy, my temples ache faintly, my stomach spasms and I want to vomit.


    After jumping over two treetops in succession, Lacus couldn''t help vomiting. He didn''t want to make a fool of himself under the women''s department. He was trying to cover up his embarrassment, but he found that the woman soldier was worse than him.


    She fell from the tree and was rolling back and forth in the soil.


    What happened? Did you eat the wrong thing tonight?


    Lakus grabbed the branch hard and watched the soldiers behind him fall to the ground and roll and vomit.


    His vision became more and more blurred, and his arm lost strength. He fell from the top of the tree, plunged into the soil, and lost consciousness in an instant.


    When he woke up, he found a middle-aged man in a wheelchair and appeared in front of him.


    "As the gods in the sky testify, I, the Claude race, did not intend to fight against the gods. Today''s move was forced to be helpless..." after a prayer, the poet ordered his men to take Lacus back to the Seven Star City. His men asked, "what about the others?"


    The poet said, "according to the Lord''s command, the woman will take it back and give it to the brothers at the next draft meeting. The man will cut off his head and burn his body!"


    ……


    At the head of the city, Manda looked at Lacus.


    After drinking some soup medicine, Lacus recovered a lot.


    He looked at Manda contemptuously and said calmly, "do it, I will watch you next to the God of light until you fall into hell."


    "That day is too far away. Let''s talk about the things in front of us first," Manda smiled. "I have a few questions for you."


    Lacus sneered: "don''t dream. I won''t say anything. Torture me. You can use any means. The man of itaxiua has steel muscles and bones. I won''t beg, cry, spit a word, or even blink..."


    Manda cut his left hand.


    When he saw the blood gushing, Lacus almost lost consciousness. He wanted to scream, but his breath stuck in his throat because he tried too hard.


    Pluto sprinkled him with hemostatic powder and filled him with some soup. Lakus, who recovered his breath, gave a sad cry, which made everyone''s eardrums ache.


    Manda tried to calm him down. "Are you willing to answer my question now?"


    As she spoke, Manda looked at Lacus''s right hand.


    Lacus cried: "Our battle plan is divided into three steps. The first step is to make you dare not go out. We have succeeded. The second step is to let you guard the city gate. We are about to succeed. The third step is to cross the city wall and occupy your city. The army is ready. A commander and four elders are responsible for directing the battle. Their camp is in the forest. There are more than 500 people around them and the army , there are more than 3000 of them. They change their location every day. I don''t know where they are... "


    Manda shook her finger and said, "slow down. Don''t say so much at once. I''m confused. Where''s your elder first?"


    "There are many trees in the deep forest nearby. I can take you to find them."


    "No," said Manda with a smile, "I know the place you said. My friends in the forest told me, and the army you said. You don''t know where they are?"


    "I, I don''t know for the time being. I can help you find out..."


    "You don''t know. I can tell you that my friends have found them long ago. I''m just curious. When will they attack?"


    "They have to wait for the commander''s signal."


    Manda smacked her lips and said, "you''re a real man. You''ve told me all I want to know so soon. What''s the use of keeping you?"


    ……


    The ithaians maintained the tradition of the classical era. Their country had two kings, a Council of thirty elders (including two kings), five ombudsmen and a civic assembly.


    They have no permanent military officials. Before each war, the Presbyterian Council will select one person as the commander, four people from the nobility as generals, and several thousand captains, centurions and ordinary soldiers to form an army.


    The commander-in-chief is usually one of the two kings, but they have lost one king and the other king must stay in the Kingdom, so they chose savant as the commander-in-chief from the elders.


    Savant didn''t have much military experience. In fact, almost no one in the kingdom of itaxiua had military experience. Under the protection of Apollo, they lived in seclusion in the mountains for hundreds of years. During this period, they didn''t experience war in the real sense except the occasional struggle between nobles.


    Although the oracle of Apollo said that they would win the battle, to be safe, the Council of elders chose four elders as generals to fight with savant.


    There is a serious problem. There is no status gap between the commander and the general, resulting in fierce differences on many issues.


    At present, they are debating a very important issue, whether to promote Lacus as commander-in-chief.


    Savant took this for granted. His nephew led the army to kill more than 100 enemies, and there were no casualties at all. His record was so proud that he should be promoted.


    But other elders don''t think so. One elder said very directly: "the body of light has had an oracle. Our enemies don''t have the courage to resist at all. In the face of enemies who won''t resist, this merit is also worth showing off?"


    Another elder said, "the enemy is like a pig to be slaughtered. When we attack their city, we will kill tens of thousands of enemies. It''s not worth mentioning that lakus killed more than 100 people!"


    "Absurd!" said savant angrily. "We can''t hide the merits of Lacus because of his future achievements! What he has done deserves the glory he deserves."


    An elder sneered: "this is what glory..."


    Before the elder had finished his words, he suddenly heard someone take over the words in the forest: "it''s a glory! He should remember his merits!"


    When the voice fell to the ground, a spherical object rolled into the camp and stopped in front of the crowd.


    SAVAN turned pale with great surprise. He first recognized that this was the head of his nephew lakus.


    Manda walked slowly into the tent and said with a smile, "he killed more than 100 of my soldiers. This is your greatest achievement. If any of you can go back alive, please write this achievement in your history books. Now, send a signal to your army and let them attack."