Lycophion was shot dead by Paris. Hector cheered loudly and stabbed him with his spear. A Greek captain groaned and sprayed a mist of blood from his chest.
"Ah -" Seeing Hector's rampage, Ajax screamed angrily, thrusting his spear straight, his eyes burning with flames, exuding a blood-curdling killing intent.
"Keng!" The two spears clashed several times and broke suddenly. Both of them drew their swords, and Hector shouted loudly: "Heroes, move forward bravely!"
"The God of Thunder himself broke the Greek bows and arrows! God is on our side!"
"go ahead!"
"Forward!" Hector's words boosted the morale of the Trojans and greatly increased their combat power. Heroes and soldiers alike shouted and charged.
Judging from the current situation, it is true that the God of Thunder is on Troy's side.
At the beginning of the Trojan War, the Greeks were very strong and Troy was almost overwhelmed. Now the Greeks are almost defeated by Troy.
If the God of Thunder hadn't been on Troy's side, how could there be such a huge contrast
Ajax looked at Hector's call and the low morale of the Greeks, knowing that he could not continue to suppress him, and shouted loudly: "Greeks, the warship is our life, if Hector burns down Or if we capture the warship, then we will all die here!"
His words also inspired the Greeks to fight to the death. They had no retreat. Many Greeks were shouting: "Fight to the death, fight to the death!"
The two sides rushed together, fighting for their lives, screams continued, the battle reached a climax again, and the two sides seemed to have reached a balance again.
"Despicable Hector, you don't have to try to destroy our morale with words, we Greeks will not be easily defeated." Ajax cut his sword and shouted.
"Ajax, the defeat of the Greeks is a foregone conclusion. It's just a matter of time. Let me, Hector, take you on your last journey."
Hector struck a blow with his sword, sparks flew, and he was confident of victory in this war. The situation in Troy can be said to be very good, many times better than at the beginning of the war.
"Humph, when Achilles takes action, you will face the same situation as us." Ajax said.
"Haha, mighty Ajax, do you place your hopes on others?" Hector cut down a Greek sailor with his sword and laughed: "But as far as I know, your Achilles suffered He was unwilling to fight for the Greeks because of Agamemnon's humiliation. Victory will eventually belong to us."
Hector's words undoubtedly spoke of Ajax's pain. It was Achilles' inaction that put the Greeks in such a situation. He said no more at the moment and couldn't help but speed up the attack.
The melee was getting bloodier and bloodier. The two sides had been fighting for so long, and so many people had died. They had forged an irresolvable grudge, so no one left any room. A Greek warship was on fire, and there was even a sound coming from the ship. Heart-rending screams, some people struggling and rolling in the fire.
"This can't go on like this." Patroclus saw it and was furious. If this continues, the warships will be burned and the entire Greek army will be destroyed.
He quickened his pace and ran towards Achilles' camp. As soon as he entered the camp, he burst into tears.
Achilles was sitting alone in the barracks. When he saw Patroclus coming in, he couldn't stop crying. He looked at him sympathetically and said, "Patroclus, what's wrong with you?"
"Could it be that bad news came from Phthia? I know that your father Menetius is still alive, and so is my father Peleus! Or are you lamenting the fate of the Greeks? You don't have to pity them, their tragedy It’s entirely their own fault.”
After hearing this, Patroclus was very sad and said: "Noble hero, my friend, behold, the misfortunes of the Greeks are coming one after another, Diomedes, Odysseus and Agamemnon All received gunshot wounds, and Eurypalus was shot in the thigh.”
Achilles listened quietly and did not interrupt Patroclus.
"Ajax is fighting desperately, and he was still fighting Hector just now, but the Trojans are attacking fiercely, and the camp is about to be destroyed."
Patroclus said this and looked at Achilles: "Look, even our last warship is burning, the cry of killing is right in front of us, and the blood is even splashing on our faces - don't you still Are you willing to reconcile?"
"Oh, although I am your friend, I have to say that your parents are not Peleus and Thetis - mortals and goddesses. You must have been born from the gloomy sea or the hardest stone. Your heart So cold!"
"Well, if it is your mother's words or the orders of the gods that prevent you from participating in the battle, then at least you should let me and your warriors go to help the Greeks."
When Achilles came to Troy this time, he not only brought dozens of warships, but also many sailors and soldiers along with the warships.
What Patroclus said was to bring these soldiers who came with Achilles to the battlefield. Now they are following Achilles and not participating in the battle.
"Lend me your armor and put it on. Maybe the Trojans will be frightened if they see me and think it's you."
Patroclus has given up hope that Achilles will participate in the war. He now wants to lend Achilles' armor so that outsiders will mistakenly think that he is Achilles.
"I hope this will give the Danea people time to regroup."
Unable to convince Achilles, Patroclus had to settle for the next best thing, wearing Achilles' armor and leading his warriors into battle.
Achilles listened to Patroclus's words and replied coldly: "It is neither the words of my mother nor the orders of the gods that prevent me from participating in the battle. I endure the torment and pain in my heart. It is because a Greek dared to defy I, take away the spoils that belong to me.”
Having said this, Achilles looked at Patroclus and shook his head: "However, you are my good friend. Because of your request, I allow you to put on my armor and lead my soldiers forward. To fight.”
"My armor is the armor of the gods. It was a gift from the gods when Peleus married the sea goddess Thetis. My father, Peleus, passed it on to me."
"Wear it and you will be invincible, except there is one person you cannot fight with, and that is Hector."
"It's not just Hector's own power, but he also has the care of Apollo. Don't fight him."
In Achilles' impression, Troy's only rival was Hector, and no one else looked down upon him.
Although Pei Ziyun's strength is not bad, he hides his strength every time he fights with others, and no one knows his full strength.
And Hector, who could become Achilles' opponent, was undoubtedly dangerous to Patroclus, so Achilles specifically warned him.
"You must come back immediately after rescuing the warship. In fact, if you hadn't begged me, I would have even hoped that all the Greeks would be destroyed and only the two of us would be left."
"Don't be afraid, just the two of us and our warriors can conquer the city of Troy."
Achilles said coldly, fully demonstrating his strong confidence in himself and his dislike of the Greeks, but he was indeed qualified to say so.
Without the intervention of the gods, no one in Troy would be his opponent, even Pei Ziyun at this moment is still a little behind.
When it comes to heroes, only Hercules can surpass Achilles by a little—not by much!
During the conversation, the fighting outside the warship became more and more intense. The Greeks tried their best to protect their warship from being destroyed by the Trojans.
When they retreated to the warships, the Greeks had no retreat and had to fight back desperately.
"Pa" sparks flew and both swords were broken. They both took a few steps back. At this time, their subordinates handed over their spears.
Ajax and Hector fought non-stop for a long time. After a long time of exhaustion, both of them could not help but gasp.
"Kill!" Ajax gasped and stabbed Hector in the chest with the spear. Hector dodged the spear and threw the spear towards Ajax.
"Poof" the spear fell into the air, nailing a Greek sailor to the deck, letting out a blood-curdling scream. Ajax took a look and found that there were not many Greeks on the ship, and there was a steady stream of Trojans. came up.
Even Ajax couldn't help but feel despair and had to retreat.
Hector watched Ajax retreat and did not pursue him. His physical strength was also nearly exhausted. He had killed so many heroes and had forged an irresolvable hatred. In this case, he could not pursue too deeply.
"Set fire!" Hector shouted, and soon, the torch fell on the warship. The warship was made of wood and had been poured with oil in advance. As soon as the torch fell, a raging flame ignited and shot into the sky. , can be clearly seen from miles away.
The entire warship was quickly engulfed in flames, and those on board had long been killed or jumped into the sea to survive.
Warships were also being burned in other places one after another. Seeing this, the Greeks became increasingly anxious. After all the warships were burned, there was no way out.
At this time, even with Zeus's prohibition, Poseidon couldn't bear it anymore: "Hard-hearted Achilles, you should be moved."
The gods intervened, and Achilles felt a pang of pain in his barracks when he saw the flames of the warship rising into the sky. "Ah, Patroclus, go quickly, don't let the enemy seize our warships and cut off our return home! I will gather my soldiers myself!"
"Okay, I'll go right away." Patroclus was happy after hearing this, but at the same time extremely anxious. He girded up Achilles' armor as quickly as possible. The armor was a little heavy, but it didn't affect his movements. He held the shield in his left hand and lifted it in his right hand. He took the spear and killed him.
With a large number of warriors brought by Achilles behind him, he rushed towards the warship where the fighting was fiercest to prevent the warship from being burned by the Trojans again.
Achilles watched his friend leave, with deep worry in his heart. He took out a gold wine cup, filled it with fine wine, and held a ceremony to Zeus from a distance, and prayed: "Great Lord Zeus, please grant Patroclus a safe return.”
Temple of Aida Zeus
Zeus was sitting on the marble throne. At this time, he heard Achilles' prayer and shook his head with embarrassment: "Achilles, do you know that even with your hard character and iron heart, you will not let go of the country at all?" In the eyes of the Greeks, there was no struggle, so Patroclus’ fate was sealed.”
"Patroclus and you are true love. If he is killed on the battlefield, with your Achilles character, you will definitely help him avenge his death."
"This has officially entered the end of your destiny, and death is waiting to greet you."
"In the name of love, Achilles, sacrifice yourself bravely! (Appendix 1)"
Appendix 1: There was a group of Greeks at that time who believed that women were just tools for reproduction and men were the real love.
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