Me, Hydra

Although slitting a throat can cause rapid death, it is only a relative death. What's more, cutting a throat requires the severing of the carotid artery, and the instant the carotid artery is cut, the blood gushing out can even reach a distance of more than two meters.

This was no small movement....

There were many ways to deal with an unsuspecting person after that, an attack on the kidneys could cause death in five seconds, compression of the carotid artery could cause death by arrhythmia, and the back of the head, and the fifth cervical vertebrae could all cause quick to death.

Covering its mouth, Atalanta struck it heavily in the temple with the hilt of her knife.

The bones at the temple are fragile, and a hard blow can cause a fracture of the temporal bone. The fracture would damage the middle meningeal artery causing blood to be unable to transport fluently, resulting in ischemia and oxygen deprivation to the brain. The result is death within three seconds.

The instant the heavy blow made the poor sentry didn't react to anything when he lost his voice, touching his hands on his body to see if he found anything useful, Atalanta quietly stalked to the next target.

A moment later, an arrow landed in front of Quintus with a paper napkin ganged on top of it and on it were some large words written in the blood of a Greek dark sentry.

"Dark sentry to be removed, prepare for raid."

At the sight, a smile rose to the corners of Quintus' mouth, and then he gestured behind him with a hand gesture that represented a dive and a raid.

On the other side, a few cooing sounds of birds suddenly came from among the grass.

The cooing sounds were either long or short, as if there were five or six birds chirping together. This caused the Greek soldier on the side to be a little impatient.

"Hell, how can there be bird cooing in the middle of the night like this?"

As he spoke, the Greek soldier raised his oil lamp in his hand as if to look for where the damn birds were.

As he searched for them, an arrow suddenly shot through the bushes, and before the soldier could react, the arrow easily extinguished the flame of the oil lamp in his hand.

Just as the Greek soldier tried to say the word "enemy attack", several more arrows were fired from the bushes, each one piercing a Greek soldier's throat.

The sudden lack of vision surprised the other two patrols.

"What happened? All right?"

The captain leading the group shouted, and Atalanta replied in a mimicry of a male voice, "It's fine, it's just the wind that blew out the fire."

Just as the small captain relaxed, suddenly, several heeled short spears shot out of the darkness.

These short spears easily ran through the throats of the patrolling guards before they could react, with unparalleled precision. It was as if they had been trained countless times.

Quickly camouflaging the scene, Spartan's crowd approached the closed wooden door in front of them.

"Well done!"

Hearing Quintus' words, Atalanta shrugged her shoulders.

"To be expected."

As he said that, the crowd quietly dived into the fortress before them. The constant patrolling of just the right amount undoubtedly added another level of difficulty to the task, but it didn't faze the crowd too much.

"According to intelligence, their army's provisions should be stored in the southeast, prepare the fierce fire oil! When you find the enemy, hide as much as you can, and don't let go even if you can kill them. Dispose of the bodies as the instructor handed us!"

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Volume 1: Text-111 - Master General Replacement

Diving into the shadowy corners, the Spartan multitude took out from their arms the pottery pots they had already prepared.

Evenly sprinkling the fierce fire oil on the grain, another third of the members sprinkled the fierce fire oil on the tent where the Greek allies were resting.

Exchanging words with each other, the crowd climbed over to the other side of the wall via flying claws.

With a glance over his shoulder, Quintus took out the fire coal pinned to his waist before he left, and blew air violently into the already shadowy fire coal, and soon the ignited coal began to burn slowly.

Without fail, he threw it at the grain that was already covered in fierce kerosene and watched the fire rise up violently. The corners of Quintus and the others' mouths couldn't help but rise up in a smile.

"Retreat!"

In contrast to the easy write-ups of Quintus et al, the Greek coalition is the opposite.

Fierce kerosene, as mentioned earlier, is petroleum. And oil ignites as fast as you can imagine, with just a finger-sized amount of kerosene easily igniting half of the grain camp. Whether it was a sackcloth tent or dried grain, it was a fully flammable product, and with the aid of fierce kerosene and the north wind, the fire was getting more and more out of control.

Awakened by the flames, the soldiers began to fetch water to put out the fire. However, the flammable liquid, Kerosene, was lighter than water and insoluble, and as the water flowed, the flames began to spread wildly.

Autumn is already a dry time of year, so whether it was dry grass or something else, it became a vehicle for the flames to expand.

Looking at the wooden fortress that had become bright1 behind them, the crowd of Sparta took out their whistles and blew violently, and a moment later saw a group of horses galloping towards the crowd.

Hearing the noise, Hercules was busy taking out his weapons from his tent and rushing with a group of men to the outside of the city to intercept them.

But by the time they reached the outside, the Spartan crowd had already mounted their horses.

Looking at Hercules, who was still somewhat disheveled, the corner of Quintus' mouth rose in mockery.

"Idiots, you're too slow to react!"

As he said that, Quintus and the others clamped their horses' bellies, these half-breeds who rushed out like an arrow.

Frowning, Hercules picked up his bow with a heavy face.

Bending the bow and arrow, he felt the speed of the wind around him and the weight of the bow in his hand.

The speeding arrow ran towards Quintus' back, but what Hercules didn't expect was that although the arrow had hit Quintus, the great red cloak easily defended it.

And Quintus, who was in the middle of his Mercedes, merely felt a pain in the back of his heart, and didn't even bleed a bit.

Throwing back a provocative glance at Hercules and relying on the belt of Ares, the father of Hippolyta, the horses on the hips of the crowd picked up speed once more.

Watching Quintus and the others as they sailed away, Hercules shook his head sadly.

Looking back at the flames that were getting more and more poured out, Hercules said loudly, "No water! Put out the fire with sand! Put the first target on food and quilts!!!"