Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece - Chapter 1198

[Chapter 147 Touring 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 any gorgeous decoration, they are very simple, and they are scattered according to the terrain and streams. Crowded feeling.

And most of the houses should be intentionally planted with various trees, wild flowers, and wild grasses. In this spring season, birds chirping, streams gurgling, green grass, flowers blooming, bees and butterflies flying, and the air is filled with The intoxicating aroma of grass and trees… These houses are submerged in a piece of colorful grass and trees, perhaps this is the unique aesthetic of the Spartans, full of a kind of pastoral vitality.

“This is the city of Sparta, it’s like a village!” Tertotis, the eldest son of Leoticides and now a follower of Krotokatax, showed a disappointed look on his face.

Tertotis grew up in Dionia, and for some reason Leoticides never told the children about Sparta, so he didn’t have any special affection for Sparta , after learning about his background, he was very repulsive, feeling that his background would make him look different among the citizens of Dionia.

Clotokatax agreed to Leoticides’ request to stay by his side, not actually using him as an orderly, but treating him as well as his own brother.

Because after getting along for this period of time, Clotokatax felt that Tertotis and Briantes were quite similar in character and age, so this time he entered Sparta, and he specially brought Tertotis with him. By his side, it was out of good intentions to let him have a good look at his hometown, but the young people who were used to seeing the prosperity of Turii obviously did not like the simple and simple Sparta.

“Hey, kid!” Olivers showed a weird smile: “When I get a chance, I’ll take you to the Lagunda Pass from Mount Tigertos to Mesenia. I heard that there is an unfathomable canyon there. , the Spartans threw the babies that were not strong enough into the canyon. It has been hundreds of years, and I don’t know how many baby bones have accumulated in it…”

Tertotis gave him a vicious look and shook his head. Go and ignore him.

“Captain Olivers, talking about such disgusting things at this time affects our mood too much.” Plintors said half-jokingly and half-complaining.

“The disgusting things the Spartans have done are far more than this one. Fortunately, the merciful Hades let us come.” Olivers sighed.

Teltotis listened, and his disgust for Sparta increased even more in his heart,

“That should be the Acropolis of Sparta.” At this time, Clotokatax asked loudly.

Following the direction of his fingers, a hill that was not too high was raised among the low houses in front. On the hill stood several tall temples, the walls of which were built with dark red marble

. Looking up from the bottom up, the temple looks majestic and majestic, but there are no walls around it, so Clotokatax is not sure.

“That could be counted as the Acropolis of Sparta, the Temple of Athena-Chakorok,” Cykrian replied.

The Acropolis of the Greek city-state is not only the belief and sacrifice center of the people of the city-state, but also the last fortress in the face of the invasion of foreign enemies. It is generally surrounded by stone walls as a protective barrier.

However, since the Spartans can confidently do not need a city wall to defend the city, they can also not build the acropolis wall, but now they are probably regretting it… Clotokatax thought to himself, could not bear it Zhu asked another question that puzzled him: “Didn’t the Spartans worship Zeus and Hercules? But why did they worship Athena in their acropolis?”

Cykrian shrugged: ” There is a relatively small temple of Hercules on the top of the mountain, but the acropolis is really dominated by Athena. As for why? I can’t answer it, or I will grab an old Spartan man and ask it another day. ”

Spartans advocate war, and Athena is the goddess of war wisdom. I’m afraid it has something to do with this.” Plintors mentioned.

“Since the Spartans like to fight, it may be more appropriate to worship Ares, the god of war.” Olivers also interjected.

“Actually, the Spartans were very tactical in war and were generally not reckless, which was in line with the realm of war wisdom that Athena was good at. And the savage Ares was not popular among the Greek people, and there were very few The city-state worships him, and I heard that he is respected among the Thracians in northern Greece…” Clotokatax couldn’t help but express his speculation.

As a group of people talked, they went around to the front of the Temple of Athena, which was full of flat ground and steps paved with flat large stone slabs, extending up to the temple step by step, which was completely different from the rough dirt road before.

“Lord Commander, are you going to visit the temple?” Sekelian made an inviting gesture.

Krotokatax hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

Clotokatax graduated from the Turii School with honors and knew very well that the Acropolis temple of the Greek city-state was different from that of the Kingdom of Dionia, and it did 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 temples are generally guarded by guards, but now the Spartan people have become prisoners, and it is impossible for anyone to guard their acropolis.

It’s just that although he entered here as a victor, he was not prepared to blaspheme the beliefs of the Spartans with an arrogant gesture.

Clotokatax didn’t go up, and the other generals were embarrassed to go up.

The Temple of Athena is already in the center of Sparta, walking on a flat stone road, surrounded by either tall bronze sculptures or majestic buildings: an open-air sports arena, a theater-like civic meeting place, a few days long. The ten-meter column-style open building – the public dining hall, the altars of various gods and heroes, and the victory column surrounded by the famous statues of Spartan kings as the top decoration, are mainly used for citizens’ daily life. A square for exercise and wartime gatherings…

Here, the city of Sparta finally showed a Greek hegemony that was far from a village.

Presumably in the past, there would be many Spartans wandering in this area every day, and there would also be many Spartan citizens, young and old, who would exercise their bodies to fight here. The Dionian soldiers who were patrolling the team could no longer see anyone else and looked very cold.

Clotokatax couldn’t help but ask: “General Cykrian, where are you imprisoning 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 load and unload supplies by the way. Both places are heavily guarded, and they can’t escape.”

Clotokatax nodded, and then he saw standing not far ahead .

There is a bronze statue about 10 meters high. The statue is a fully armed Spartan warrior. He holds his head high and his eyes are firm.

A variety of wildflowers are planted around the statue, and this season is racing to bloom, giving the icy statue a little more life.

“This is the cemetery of the Spartan King Leonidas.” Sekelian pointed to the statue, and his relaxed expression subsided.

“The one who died in the hot spring?!” Tigertinos asked excitedly.

“That’s right, that’s the hero.” Sekelian responded in a deep voice.

The expressions of everyone suddenly became solemn.

The Spartan King Leonidas led 300 soldiers to guard the Hot Springs Pass to defend against the hundreds of thousands of Persian troops, which once prevented them from advancing an inch, and finally all died in battle due to betrayals by traitors. Still enduring.

The Spartans erected a statue of the king who had won a great reputation for the city-state for people to worship, probably hoping that his brave and fearless spirit of sacrifice could be passed on among the citizens.

Although Clotokatax and the others were enemies, they paid their respects to the Spartan hero from the bottom of their hearts.

After a while, everyone turned to leave, and Cykrian suddenly sighed proudly: “Unfortunately… the era of Sparta is coming to an end! Maybe the story of our Dionian hero will be circulated among the Greek people in the future! ”

There must be quite a few of these stories about you, Cykrian,” Olivers quipped.

“I think this day is not far away!” Clotokatax immediately took over the conversation, inspiring everyone.

Under the leadership of Sekelian, everyone at UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com, with longing, strode to a majestic and solemn building also built of red marble not far away. This is the highest power of Sparta. Center – the Chamber.

It was the office of the Council of Elders and the five ombudsmen, but now it will be the place where Clotokatax and the generals will discuss what to do with Sparta.

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Hundreds of years ago, some Dorians from northern Greece occupied the Eurotas River plain and established many villages, which were called “Lacidians”, this land is called “Lagonia” by them.

Over time, one of these villages arose and won dominion over four nearby villages, which united to form a town, called “Sparta”, and had its own king.

It wasn’t long before they started waging war against other Lacidian villages, but at the same time several towns sprang up elsewhere in Laglia, Sparta wasn’t strong enough to complete the campaign against the entire region. Conquest of it, but instead made other villages unite against it.

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