Vol 9 Chapter 147: Tour Sparta

Going forward, there are fewer and fewer thatched earthen houses, and more and more traditional Greek courtyards, but their outer walls are not decorated with ornate decorations. They are very simple. They are scattered according to the terrain and streams, and there is nothing at all. Feeling crowded.
And most of the houses should have deliberately planted a variety of trees, wildflowers, and weeds. In this spring season, birds are singing, streams are gurgling, green grass, flowers are blooming, bees and butterflies are flying, and the air is scattered. The intoxicating fragrance of vegetation...These houses are submerged in a patch of colorful vegetation, perhaps this is the unique aesthetic of the Spartans, full of a kind of rural vitality.
"This is the city of Sparta, it's just a village!" Tertotis, the eldest son of Leottić, who is now the entourage of Cloto Kataks, showed a look of loss on his face.
Tertotis grew up in Dionia, and for some reason, Leotichides never told the children about Sparta, so he has no special feelings for Sparta. After learning of his own life experience, he was still very repulsive, feeling that this life experience would make him look strange among Dionian citizens.
Klotokatax agreed to Leotichides' request to let him stay by his side. In fact, he did not use him as an orderly soldier. On the contrary, he treated him as well as his brother. Because after this time of getting along, Cloto Catacs felt that Tertotis and Briantes were very similar in character and age, so this time he entered Sparta, he specially brought Tertotis with him. By his side, it was a good intention to let him get to know his hometown. As a result, the young people who were accustomed to seeing the prosperity of Turiyi obviously didn't like the simple and simple Sparta.
"Hey, kid!" Olivers gave a weird smile: "When I have the opportunity, I will take you to the Lagunda Pass that leads to Messenia from Mount Tagetto. I heard that there is an unfathomable canyon. , The Spartans threw their newly-born babies into the gorge. After hundreds of years, I don’t know how many baby bones have accumulated..."
Teltotis glared at him fiercely, and turned his head away, ignoring him.
"Captain Olivers, talking about this disgusting thing at this time affects our mood too much." Plintors said half-jokingly and half-complaining.
"The disgusting things done by the Spartans are far more than this. Fortunately, the kind Hades made us come." Olivers sighed.
Teltotis listened to his ears, and his hatred for Sparta increased even more.
"That should be the Acropolis of Sparta," Croto Catacs asked loudly.
Following the direction of his finger, a hill that is not too high rises from a low house in front. On the hills stand several tall temples whose walls are made of dark red marble. Looking up from the bottom to the top, the temple looked majestic and solemn, but there were no walls around, so Cloto Kataks was not sure.
"That can be counted as the Acropolis of Sparta, the Temple of Athena-Chuck O'Rourke." Sekerian replied.
The acropolis of the Greek city-state is not only the center of faith and sacrifice for the people of the city-state, but also the last fortress in the face of foreign invasion. Generally, it is surrounded by stone walls as a protective barrier. However, since the Spartans can confidently do not need a wall to defend the city, they can also not build an acropolis wall if they want to come, but now they probably regret it...Klotokatax thought to himself, could not bear it Zhuo asked another question that puzzled him: "Don't the Spartans worship Zeus and Hercules? But why is it that Athena is enshrined in their acropolis?"
Sekerian shrugged: "There is a relatively small Temple of Hercules on the top of the mountain, but Athena is indeed the main one in the Acropolis. As for why this is the case? I can't answer it, or grab another day. An old Spartan man came to ask?"
"The Spartans adore war, and Athena is the goddess of war wisdom, I am afraid it has something to do with it." Printoles said.
"Since the Spartans like to fight, it may be more appropriate to enshrine Ares, the of war." Olivers also interjected.
"Actually, the Spartans are very particular about strategy in wars, and they are generally not reckless, which is consistent with the war wisdom domain that Athena is good at. The brutal and brutal Ares is not popular among the Greeks, and rarely The city-state enshrines him, and I heard that it is admired among the Thracians in northern Greece..." Cloto Kataks couldn't help but tell his own speculation.
As a group of people talked, they walked around to the front of the Temple of Athena, which was full of flat ground and steps paved with large flat stone slabs, extending up to the temple level by level, completely different from the bumpy dirt road before.
"Master Commander, are you going to visit the temple?" Sekelion made an inviting gesture.
Cloto Kataks hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.
Klotokataks graduated from Turriy School with honors, and he knew very well: The Acropolis Temple of the Greek city-state is different from the Kingdom of Dionian. It does not allow ordinary people to enter the main hall casually. (Only priests who can communicate with the gods can enter), so the gates of the temple are usually guarded by guards, but now the Spartan people are prisoners, it is impossible for anyone to guard their acropolis. But although he entered here as a victor, he was not prepared to blaspheme the faith of the Spartans with an arrogant gesture.
Croto Kataks did not go up, and other generals were embarrassed to go up.
The Temple of Athena is already in the center of Sparta. Walking along a flat stone road, it is surrounded by tall bronze sculptures or magnificent buildings: an open-air sports arena, a civic venue like a theater, and several A ten-meter colonnade-style open building-public dining halls, various altars of gods and heroes, and the victory column surrounded by the famous Spartan statues as the top decoration, mainly used for citizens The square where you gather for exercise and war...
Here, the city of Sparta finally showed the hegemony of Greece far beyond a village. Presumably in the past, many Spartan citizens wandered in this area, and many Spartan citizens, young and old, were exercising and fighting here. It must be very lively if you want to come... But now except for a team of patrols The Dionian soldiers, who could no longer see other people, looked very cold.
Klotokatax couldn't help asking: "General Sekerian, where did you imprison the Spartan people?"
"Some people are imprisoned in the Spartan training ground in the southeast, mainly women and young children; some are in the port, helping us to load and unload supplies by the way. Both are heavily guarded, and they cannot escape."
Croto Kataks nodded, and then he saw a bronze statue about 10 meters high standing not far from the front. The statue was a heavily armed Spartan warrior with his head held high and his eyes firm. , Holding the shield in the left hand, and pounding the spear in the right, giving people an unyielding attitude. Various wild flowers are planted around the statue. This season is blooming, giving the icy statue more life.
"This is the cemetery of Leonidas, King of Sparta." Cykerian pointed to the statue, and his relaxed expression also converged.
"The one who died in the battle at Hot Spring Pass?!" Taginos asked with some excitement.
"Yes, this is the hero." Sekerian responded in a deep voice.
The expressions of everyone suddenly became solemn.
Spartan King Leonidas led 300 warriors to garrison at the hot springs to defend against hundreds of thousands of Persian troops, which made it impossible for them to advance. The deeds of all deaths due to betrayal by traitors have long been a well-known legend throughout Greece. Still enduring. The Spartans specially erected a statue for the king who has won a huge reputation for the city-state for worship. I am afraid that he also hopes that his brave and fearless spirit of sacrifice can be passed on among the citizens.
Although Croto Katax and the others are enemies, they also pay tribute to the Spartan hero from the heart.
After a while, everyone turned and left, and Sekelion suddenly sighed proudly: "It's a pity... the age of Sparta is about to pass! Maybe in the future the story of our heroes of Dionia will be circulated among the Greek people! "
"A lot of these stories must be about you Sekelian." Olivers quipped.
"I think this day is not far away!" Cloto Kataks immediately took the conversation, encouraging everyone.
Under the guidance of Sekelian, everyone at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, with longing, strode towards a magnificent building that is also made of red marble and looks heavy and solemn. This is the supreme power of Sparta. Center-the Chamber. It was the office of the Council of the Elders and the five ombudsmen, but now it will be the place where Cloto Kataks and the generals discuss how to deal with Sparta.
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Hundreds of years ago, a part of the Dorians from the north of Greece occupied the Yorotas Plain and established many villages. They were called "Lassidy Dreams", and this land was called "Lago Nia".
Over time, one of the villages rose up and won the right to rule over the four nearby villages, thus uniting to establish a town called "Sparta" and having its own king.
Soon after, they began to wage war against other Lassidi dream villages, but during the same period, several towns rose up in other places in Laglia. Sparta did not have enough power to complete the entire region. On the contrary, it allowed other villages to unite and fight against it.
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