Me, Hydra

The Spartan army was still training day after day, and food was plentiful, and to supplement the strenuous physical exertion during the day, Spartan warriors normally ate four meals a day. And they could only eat a full seven meals at a time.

According to countless studies in later generations, it has been proven that eating only seven minutes full at each meal can completely ensure the body's normal nutritional needs, to be clear, seven minutes full is just an image, that is, don't eat too full, as long as you feel that you won't starve even if you don't eat. If you eat to eight or nine minutes full, your stomach will be full, and it will be a burden to eat one more bite. If you eat when you are ten percent full, you feel pain if you take one more bite.

The young Spartan soldiers were usually undergoing intense training, and after lunch the Spartan soldiers could usher in a thirty-minute rest period, after all, continuing intense exercise just after eating was likely to irritate the stomach and cause abdominal pain.

Spartan marching food is also very simple, each Spartan warriors will march with a backpack and a water bottle.

Each Spartan soldier carried a backpack and a canteen. The backpack usually contained three items, fried rice, meat loaf and powdered milk.

These things are not difficult to process, but the calories they provide are enormous. When you're hungry, take a bite, and if you can't, throw a handful of fried rice in your mouth. It's easy and convenient, and it tastes good, too.

What's more, these are not particularly heavy things for soldiers to carry.

Well, it's just easy to get tired of them after prolonged use, for no other reason than the meatloaf with milk, a food that can be very tiresome after a long time. But the good news is that Spartan soldiers are basically wilderness survival masters, and as long as they're not violating military discipline, no one will come looking for trouble if they go out and shoot a few game.

Now Sparta as a whole want the good side of the development, although because of the undead natural disaster because of the Nordic merchants have gradually become rare, but for the overall war power of Sparta, there is no huge impact, after all, in addition to merchants from the Nordic merchants, Greek merchants as well will come to Sparta to buy exquisite items and then sold to other Greek city-states at a high price.

But without the high-purity ore which made Hydra a little unhappy, although the weapons in the forging process to add metal containing arsenic can make the enemy's wounds can not heal, but after the addition of metal containing arsenic will become less durable, but the good thing is that the war spear this kind of thing is much more cost-effective than the war knife and so on, if equipped with that kind of Tang Dynasty stranger knife, probably just kill a few enemies their own knife broken... But then again, stranger knife this kind of equipment really need to be coated with poison?

Anyway, without a weapon on the battlefield, this is already half a foot in the underworld....

"I hope things are going well with Ares..."

As she thought, Hydra picked up a bunch of grapes and growled at the cyborgs beside her, "You guys eat less! I'm half full before I've even eaten a bit!"

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There's another shift tonight, and there seems to have been a typographical problem with the last chapter, which is now fixed. Refreshing the chapter to read.

Went to study late~.

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Volume I: Text - 65 - The Extreme Cold of Northern Europe

Northern Europe, the land of extreme cold.

Quintus stomped on the ice beneath his foot, the solid ice cracked open a huge opening due to the vibrations, relying on this opening, the crowd quickly captured the white fish that could be consumed.

From the side, the ice was at least half a meter thick, and the white fish hidden under the water had tender flesh and felt warm after eating it.

Creating a huge cavity, the crowd began their nutritional replenishment for the day. The powdered milk and meat loaf that Quintus had brought with him when he arrived had basically been eaten, the Wall Wilderness was in the deepest part of the extreme cold, and the only way to get out of here was basically by walking, as the storms in the sky here were very photogenic.

Without knowing the coordinates, even Raze, who had mastered most of the Second Generation Lunes, didn't dare to use the Warp Fold Leap easily. This was because rashly using spatial teleportation without knowing the spatial coordinates, one would be swept away by the spatial turbulence if one was not careful.

It must be known that space was not some docile sheep, space contained countless spatial singularities, each singularity was interconnected with each other, and it was because of the interconnection of the singularities that they formed a stable space. In a sense, the singularity was the "dimension" that built this world.

But according to Hydra's observation, the dimensions of these worlds are constantly changing, in other words, there is no fixed dimension to this world. In other words, this world has no fixed dimension. And because of this, Hydra had never dared to do anything too out of the ordinary, after all, there were gods that could already achieve multidimensional symbiosis from understanding alone.

But none of that had anything to do with the current Quintus and the others.

After eating, the group stretched a bit.

"How much longer until we can get out of here?" As he did, Quintus walked to the cave entrance and looked out over the distance.

It was still white, with countless mountains reaching to the end of Quintus's sight. White snow, clear bluish ice. It was a relatively mild day, no snow, but the sunlight that passed through the constant reflection of the ice crystals was much more human-like than the blizzard.

In the highlands, a magical reaction is often produced, the name of which is called snow blindness.

Refracted and reflected through snow or ice. The ultraviolet rays in the light can cause great damage to the cornea and conjunctival epithelium. This can also cause unnatural tearing, photophobia and even inability to open the eyes and congestion.

It may be a good idea to wear sunglasses and goggles, but the crowd doesn't seem to be prepared for such things when they come back....

Shaking his head, Ziggy Fei, who had carved a few rectangular pieces of ice from the ice wall beside him, took the ink out of his backpack and applied it to the outside. Quickly, thought the cold wind, the black ink blended in with the ice, and just like that, a simple goggle was made.

"Do you have any more ink?" Leonidas even asked, without the obstruction of the blizzard, relying on this method the crowd might be able to leave this remote and pale land today.

But unfortunately, Siegfried shook his head.

"Sorry, I didn't expect to actually use something like ink, but this ink is only enough to create a goggle like this. But you can tug on a rope and I'll pull you forward."

Hearing Zigfeld's words, Quintus shook his head helplessly.

"That's better, if we encounter any special circumstances, we won't be able to fight at all that way... Let's not say whether we can listen to the wind and identify the position, there are whistling winds everywhere in this extremely cold place, even if we can, it's useless."

Glaring at the side, Raz simply sat on the ground, emitting temperature Lune was clearly engraved on the ice, but no matter how much the temperature rose, the ice didn't show any signs of melting.

"While that would get us out of here now, there's no guarantee that we'll encounter the enemy we're on this trip with... wait, I've seen this kind of sky in the Great Spartan Library, there's a northerly wind blowing outside right now, it shouldn't be long before a dark cloud blots out the sun, and when that happens we'll be on our way It's not too late."

Shrugging his shoulders, Siegfried put his goggles on his face.

"Then in that case, I'll go to the mountain peak first to see if there are any villages around, and we'll set off after a while when the clouds come over."

As he said that, Siegfried walked straight out of the cave, because he knew about Siegfried's strength, so the crowd didn't stop him rampantly.

As they were resting, Tor, who was on the side, looked out at the sky. The empty sky was whistling with a north wind, and a female warrior on a snow-white horse was carrying the body of a dead warrior into the air.

"Another brave man has been chosen by Valkyrie..."

With a low chant, Thor shook his head.

The so-called Valkyrie was the Valkyrie of Norse mythology, and many famous female warriors had sprung up among the Valkyries, such as Brunhilde. And the usual Valkyrie's task was to select valuable warrior souls on the battlefield and then bring them to the Hall of English Spirit to prepare for the coming Twilight of the Gods.

But now, because of the Sword of the Dead, I'm afraid there aren't many warriors who can enter the Hall of Valor anymore, right?

The north wind whistled, and outside came the voice of Siegfried.

"The north wind is blowing! Dark clouds are coming over!"

At the news, Thor stood up.

"What are you waiting for? It's time for us to go."

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Volume I: Text-66-Toilet

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Atalanta was walking alone in the middle of the empty Great Shrine.