The Greece Antagonist-Chapter 737 - 142 Comrades Must Die

Chapter 737: Chapter 142 Comrades Must Die! Chapter 737: Chapter 142 Comrades Must Die! As one of Greece’s two major military powers at the time, and with the protection of their Guardian God Zeus, Mycenae had been expanding its territory and conquering numerous lands and city-states over the past two hundred years.

So, although King Agamemnon and the Mycenaeans’ calls were loud, the first to enter the fray to test the reality of Troy were basically from other city-states’ vassal armies and slaves.

Likewise, in the absence of the older generation of Divine Blood Heroes, Troy too had seen considerable development over the years.

And Hector’s title as “Troy’s First Warrior” was earned through brutal warfare against foreign enemies, without a hint of exaggeration.

As a knowledgeable and skilled warrior, Hector naturally did not reveal Troy’s trump cards at the start of the battle, but instead summoned the Trojans to muster their defense while peering down through the crenels to observe the enemy situation.

With the ground shaking, the first to approach were the soldiers from the foreign land of Lydia.

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The Lydians wore tightly cuffed sleeves that reached their knees, adorned with otherworld patterns, and beneath their broad garments, they bore linen armor or scale armor similar to the styles of the Greeks.

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They carried two or three short spears over a meter in length which could be thrown or used in close combat, and commonly used Defo Shields with notches on each side to protect themselves.

Additionally, some wielded daggers at their waists. These soldiers generally wore headscarves that left only their faces exposed, with less efficient equipment. Wealthier Lydian soldiers would wear crescent-shaped helmets in the style of the steppes as additional protection for their heads.

Following them were the fiercer and more battle-ready Thracians, clad in composite breastplates made of leather, with vital areas reinforced with iron scale armor plates. In their hands, they carried long spears, long-handled reverse blade knives, double-sided axes, and Half Moon Shields, while short spears were carried on their backs, armed to the teeth.

Finally, there were the Ionians and Aeolians, whose bloodlines were relatively closer to the pure Mycenaean people. Within their ranks were numerous brightly dressed Spellcasters who had already begun to collectively intonate Divine Words, casting protective enchantments on the first wave of vassal armies charging forward.

Hector did not rush to act but waited silently for the enemy to draw near, while the Trojan Soldiers on the wall, bound by discipline, struggled to overcome the fear and anxiety of the upcoming battle, lying in wait.

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!

At the same time, in order to reduce the resistance of the siege, Acadian Archers, heavily bribed by King Agamemnon, had already drawn their bows and released a volley before the fight began.

The dispersed Lydian soldiers at the front likewise bent their bows and let loose a rain of arrows, creating a continuous covering fire.

“Raise shields! Defense!”

At Hector’s command, the Trojans on the wall proficiently raised a Shield Wall to counter the barrage of arrows that came like locusts.

After several rounds of attacks, the arrow rain inflicted minimal damage to the Trojans high on the wall—only increasing the weight of the shields with arrowheads, or an unlucky few had their arms and thighs pierced by arrows slipping through the gaps between shields, leading to screams and groans of pain from the wounded.

However, for the attacking side, the brief confusion caused by the arrow rain was already enough.

By the time the injured on the walls were dragged back for treatment, Agamemnon’s vassal armies had approached the base of Troy, beginning to throw grappling hooks and set up siege ladders in preparation to storm the ramparts.

And once the enemy forces were confirmed to be within the optimal attack range, Hector gestured forward without any hesitation.

Suddenly, the long-suppressed Trojans peeked out and continuously fired arrows at the densely packed invaders below, killing many unprotected vassal soldiers and slaves with ease.

Following that, Troy’s mages and priests also showed their might, chanting ritual curses and invoking the Holy Flames of the Light God Apollo.

Gold-colored Fireballs descended, lighting hundreds of vassal soldiers and slaves on fire, turning them into twisted fire figures, as the pungent stench of burning flesh spread across the battlefield, elicitating nausea.

The vassal soldiers and slaves felt a chill and wished to retreat.

But King Agamemnon simply waved his hand with a cold expression, and the well-prepared Mycenaean troops immediately raised their Long Spears, skewering dozens of fleeing defectors on the spot.

“Advance only, no retreat! Violators will be executed without mercy!”

Following King Agamemnon’s cold order, the Mycenaean troops formed their ranks and pushed forward with Long Spears.

Seeing the cold steel of the spears and the sturdy Shield Wall behind them, the vassal soldiers and slaves had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge toward the towering walls of Troy.

After paying a gruesome toll, some finally managed to scale the city ramparts using ropes and ladders.

But before they could react, burly figures hidden behind the battlements rose violently.

These Trojans were not dressed in light linen or scale armor but in nearly fully enclosed Bronze Armor. Each man was equipped with a Bronze-edged Shield in his left hand while lifting a Spear with his right. With the advantage of height on their side, they accurately thrust downward, targeting the eyes or the vulnerable necks of the vassal soldiers and slaves, easily delivering fatal blows.

Seeing their comrades cruelly slaughtered ahead, the incoming vassal troops and slaves, driven by ferocity, thrust Spears into gaps of the Shield Wall or swung their Swords viciously.