Simulating the Universe, Starting with Speedrunning Greece

Just like that, he pulled the weapon out...

After an unknown amount of fighting, they finally reached the Ebro River. Ye, already covered in blood, looked back.

At this time, at least half of the figures behind him were gone.

His pupils contracted slightly, and those good men who had roared with him and risked everything not long ago seemed to be still in front of him.

The night is heavy-hearted.

For the first time, I felt powerless.

Even an invulnerable hero has things he cannot do.

Those who believed in him and were willing to fight with him, perhaps in their opinion, it was only because they were not strong enough to keep up with the pace that they were forever sleeping here.

But in Ye's eyes, he was still too weak and did not have the strength to carry the hopes of these people.

"I am - after all, still too weak."

When did he become so confident that he could lead a war alone and kill his way through the battlefield like Hector or Achilles?

But there is no time to be depressed about such things.

Ye just made a very familiar decision again: "I will cover the retreat -

You go first. "

Although this group of Spanish rebels did not have boats, they still had bows and arrows. If everyone jumped into the river, there would be no one defending the shore.

Then the people in the river would become living targets who can only move and cannot resist.

So – it’s time to make a decision.

After Karl heard what Ye said, his body trembled, and then he said in a deep voice: "I will stay with you to cover your retreat."

The other soldiers also looked over, but Ye shook his head and just said sternly: "Go! This is an order!

Do you choose to continue to disobey orders and have me chop off your head, or leave?

Which one do you choose? "

Ye's words were not only spoken to Carl, but also to those soldiers who might want to stay behind to cover the retreat.

In the end, everyone's eyes turned red.

They walked past Ye in silence without saying a word, but everyone looked at Ye with different eyes.

That was a kind of trust, a look that made it possible to trust Ye with one's back without any worries and regard him as one's brother.

Chapter 76: Kill the enemy when you see him, kill the enemy when you see him! Never look back, never sleep

Carl gritted his teeth and finally took Tiberius away.

But before he left, he said one thing: "If you die, I will take care of your family. My brother!

Is there anything you want me to tell you?"

Although Ye had exposed his invulnerability on the battlefield.

But Carl didn’t think that Ye had much chance of survival under such a terrifying siege. He didn’t know the limit of that powerful body.

But this man dared to fight for them, and just for this reason, he deserves the respect of everyone present.

Ye: "I don't have any family..."

…——At least not in this world.

And Ye's words made Karl's voice seem to be stuck in his throat and trembled so much that he could no longer make a sound.

At that moment, Carl's mind fell into a trance and he even forgot how he left.

After swimming some distance from the shore with Tiberius, the strong and uncontrollable condemnation of conscience continued to surge from his heart.

In Karl's eyes, Ye was a Roman soldier with the same experience as them.

That's probably why he was able to say something that resonated with all of them.

But he still has his son to worry about - but what about Ye.

He was such a fool - he said something he shouldn't have said and touched the man's scar.

I hurt my own brother with my own hands...

Obviously, I wanted to help the other person at the beginning.

“Don’t die!!” Carl looked back for the last time, staring at the shore, where the figures were still fighting.

Even if Ye was very skilled alone, he could not block the entire coastline. At this time, under the order of the enemy commander, some rebels had already begun drawing bows and shooting arrows into the river.

Carl didn't dare to stay any longer. As he was swimming with someone, his speed was the slowest in the team.

So he could only look away and continue to sprint forward desperately.

Hurry up, hurry up——!! We must not let our brothers’ sacrifice go to waste.

Staying alive became the only thought in everyone's mind at this moment.

The traces of blood or tears from the enemies that slid down their faces accompanied every wave, dyeing the Ebro River red.

Some of them even had wounds on their bodies, but they still had pale faces and gritted their teeth to endure the feeling penetrating into their bones and continued to move forward.

And on the shore, the night has begun its own dance.

The long sword in his hand pierced through the iron helmet and went through the brain, leaving a red and white mass.

The spear in his hand was like a gust of wind and rain, stirring up a scarlet storm.

Kill! Kill the enemy when you see him! Kill the enemy when you see him!

At this moment, Ye unreservedly turned himself into a war machine, with no other thoughts in his mind except fighting.

It's like the suffering of a wild beast, completely releasing its instinctive bloodiness and madness.

He knew that at least at this moment, there was no need to conserve his energy, all he needed was to kill to his heart's content.

If the long sword was cut off, he would use the broken sword to cut the throat. If the broken sword broke into pieces, he would smash the head with his bare hands and violently crush the bloody and muddy ground.

He grabbed a Spanish rebel soldier, lifted him up and kneed him in the head, splashing a large amount of blood.

Then he stepped on the head of a rebel soldier who wanted to stand up, and it burst like a watermelon.

Ye’s brutal fighting style almost completely ignored defense. The countless attacks that landed on him made crisp sounds like steel colliding, but could not shake his body at all.

He roared, opened his arms and back, stood in front of the Ebro River, turned his whole body into a killing weapon, and the weapons in his hands were constantly changing.

When old weapons broke, they were exchanged for new ones by killing enemies.

No matter what weapon fell into his hands, it would immediately turn into a meat grinder, causing bloodshed on the battlefield.

Finally, after fighting for who knows how long, people became afraid.

Frightened by the beast's fierce and violent fighting posture, they surrounded Ye in fear, weapons in hand but dared not come up again.

According to post-war statistics, 969 Spanish rebels were killed or wounded in this battle, of which more than 940 were killed by Ye alone.

In just a few minutes of defending the riverside, they almost killed a thousand people.

Ye created another myth in the Roman army.

And what about the 29 heads of his men? Except for the one who was unlucky and was chopped off by the naked Roman soldiers who were running wildly.

Many soldiers who had fallen and fallen behind before, but one was still gasping for breath, began to show a hungry look at this time, and suddenly reached out to pull down the rebels who wanted to go to the river bank one by one.

They knew they could not survive, so they placed their hopes and will on their surviving brothers.

So - since they are already 'dead', there is nothing to be afraid of.

Become a ghost and hunt.

Use your hands and feet together. If your hands are broken, use your feet. If your feet are broken, use your teeth to tear the enemy's throat. Even if you have to crawl, you must crawl out of hell for that common goal.

To buy enough time with the same will.

A fire burned in everyone's heart.

Maybe what they do is of no use, but that belief is noble and cannot be defiled.

They would die as human beings, leaving no chance for the enemy to take them as prisoners or enslave them.

The captured rebels were frightened by the fighting spirit of these remnants.

It was so crazy, so crazy that the rebels didn't dare to keep any prisoners and could only end their lives.

"What kind of will supports them to do this?" At this time, the Spanish rebels who witnessed all this in the rear were filled with doubts and fear.

He couldn't understand how these few dozen people dared to attack his army, and he couldn't understand how some of those people actually jumped into the river and escaped successfully.

That terrifying willpower and fighting power - if every Roman soldier was such a monster.

How did we win before?

The Spanish rebel commander, who had probably guessed where these shirtless warriors came from, gritted his teeth and continued to carry out his final duty, commanding his army to chase and kill the people who jumped into the river.

And after he roared loudly again...

Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine to my forehead, as if I was being stared at by a poisonous snake.

The next moment, the commander only saw a cold light that seemed to have descended from heaven.

A bullet shot from far ahead, piercing through his crown and nailing him to death on his horse's back.

This was the attack of Ye after he had completely broken free from the constraints of the battle and let go.

Ye: If you want to blame someone, just blame your soldiers for not having the courage to stop me. I take your life!

After this final blow, although he didn't use up too much energy and just used a little throwing technique, the high-intensity and continuous fighting...

Thinking that he would have to swim 25 kilometers later, and seeing that the others had almost all escaped, Ye Zai killed a dozen more soldiers who came forward...

When I saw those people were so terrified that they only dared to surround the enemy but did not dare to approach.

Watching the Spanish rebels in the rear suddenly disrupt their turbulent formations due to the death of their commander.

Ye knew that it was time to leave...

The next moment, he turned his back and slowly walked towards the river.

But even at night when their backs were to the enemy, no one dared to launch a sneak attack.

With powerful martial arts and the strength to tear the enemy apart easily, coupled with a body that is invulnerable to swords and guns, it has to be said that he was born to fight, inheriting the template of Achilles.

"Monster——!" someone murmured in a low voice. In the future, they would never forget this scene.

The man with his back to the flames rising into the sky, the man who treated thousands of troops as nothing.

Plop~!!

That night he jumped into the river and quickly ran away.

It was as if everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense strings in everyone's heart seemed to have just been untied quietly.

And from this night on, the legend that 39 men had made it through thousands of people and allowed nearly twenty to escape spread rapidly from the Spanish battlefield at the front.

Even this news would return to Roman Pontus much faster than Ye and others who escaped.

This would also become the only defeat on the Spanish battlefield, a battle that was lost despite the effort to cover up the truth, and was later publicized by the Roman Senate.

To restore the already limited national confidence and military morale.

After all, the losses during this period were too embarrassing, and now Roma has finally managed to save its last bit of dignity.

Although Ye and his men were fleeing, they also killed at least several hundred people in the process. This amazing record, considering the casualties on both sides, can be regarded as a great victory no matter where you put it.

Even after the news reached Rome, many people directly regarded Ye, the leader of the 39 people, as the last hero of Rome.

The gatekeeper guarding Rome's last dignified gate, Rome's dignity and glory.

Just like that, before we even returned to the capital, the night had already become famous without us noticing.

——At this time, he was soaking in the river, taking turns with Carl to lead Tiberius forward.

Keep moving forward, keep moving forward once you have identified a direction!

As if he was tireless, he was afraid that if he relaxed his will, he would lose his direction and his way.