The World of Deities

Chapter 410

More than 100000 soldiers and civilians stood in front of the high platform, looking at a big man like thunder.

Mitayad's tall figure is like a mountain peak, and his hard short hair is like a lying hedgehog.

He raised his hand slightly, and the cheers of the whole army slowly weakened.

"I, Medea, standing here for Greece, will also be here to witness a miracle."

They were stunned for a moment, and then remembered that just before the war, mithiad said this sentence without changing a word.

Some soldiers could no longer help but burst into tears.

Many people have red eyes.

Mitayad showed emotion and said, "thank everyone who participated in the war, so that I can repeat this sentence. Before the award ceremony, please observe a moment of silence for each of your comrades who died in battle. Let's remember them in our hearts. "

Mitayad put the palm of his right hand on his left chest and lowered his head slightly.

The same is true for everyone.

The warm sunshine can't illuminate this army at the moment.

After a long time, mithiad looked up and said, "may they sleep peacefully and forever in the arms of the gods."

"May they sleep peacefully and forever in the arms of the gods." Everyone said the same thing in unison.

Su ye said that, raised his head and looked at mitayad.

Obviously won, but mithiad had more white hair on his head.

"Thank you for letting me see my old lady again so that I can do what I say. Everyone present is the winner and my comrades in arms whom mithiad always respects! "

The soldiers looked at mithiad quietly.

Mithiad's words are more sincere than the sun, and everyone's heart is warmer than the sun.

Everyone believed in the tall and powerful old man, not his deeds, not his strength, not his identity, but mithiad.

Just as he believes in everyone.

Among the nobles, mithiad is countless.

Among the soldiers, mithiad has done many deeds, including making a fool of himself, humor, happiness, sadness, but no sin.

Mitayad is not perfect. Everyone knows that when he was young, he liked to brag, take risks and make jokes.

But mithiad is trustworthy.

As he said, he would be the last person to leave marathon plain.

Every time he says so, he is bound to do so.

"I'm proud to be your comrade in arms."

Mithiad said, clenching his right hand and tapping gently on his left chest.

All the soldiers silently raised their right fist and gently put it on their left chest.

That's where the heart is.

Mitayad suddenly laughed, and his bright voice spread all over the audience.

"Today is a happy day. Then, I will honor our comrades in arms! Come, let me hear your cheers. Do you want to stand in front of me? "

"Yes!" Everyone roared.

"What? I didn't hear you? Are you frightened by the Persians? "

"Yes!" Everyone shouted with all their strength.

Mithiad laughed and said, "OK! I hope each and every one of you can stand in front of me and wear the medal by myself! I now begin to announce, "this is a veteran of Athens, Mahal, a real old dog! He killed Persian light infantry like scarecrows, one at a time, cleaner than when I was younger! "

Veteran Mahal held his head proudly. Even if he lost his arms, everyone knew how powerful his hands were.

"This is the elite soldier of Sparta, little Cohen. I know his father, an excellent silver soldier. This boy is an exception of Spartan soldiers. He killed at least seven elite Persian king armies with a sword without a spear. All of them were decapitated with a sword! Although he has only one arm left, I believe that this boy will become a golden warrior in the future! "

"Sparta!" Little Cohen shouted proudly.

"Sparta!" Many Spartan soldiers responded loudly from the high platform.

Su Ye smiled at little Cohen because he was promoted to captain in the morning.

Like his nephew, mitayad called out the names of every "fearless" and even said things that only they knew about the battlefield. Several people burst into tears because of mitayad's experience.

Many soldiers watched the scene with sour noses.

Mithiad didn't lie.

As he said before the war, he looked at everyone and his back.

This process is extremely long. There are more than 200 fearless people this time. However, mitayad is consistent from beginning to end, always so patient, always mild in his eyes and full of encouragement in his tone.

All the soldiers are the same. No one feels tired.

He is praising the fearless and everyone.

After the last fearless person left, the great mithiad will continue to award various higher medals.