Reke lived in Sparta for another six months. In six months, his father-in-law successfully completed the selection of the 3,000 elite young people in Sparta and all built weapons and started training.

Until now, with her unremitting efforts and constant lobbying in the imperial city, her own wife, the Spartan Women's Legion has formed a Spartan Women's Legion with more than 300 people. However, the strength of these 300 Women's Legion is somewhat terrible. There are all girls in their sixties and seven years old to aunts in their forties. The oldest one is a long-lived old lady in her sixties.

One day, Rick went to see her queen train soldiers. The little queen took her women's and aunts' group to practice on a large open space behind the square.

There are more than a dozen old ladies practicing swords in the little queen's team. Rick's existing old ladies have quite fast sword skills.

"Auntie, you are so old, why are you still here to join the Women's Legion? You have good sword skills, who did you learn from?" Rick couldn't help but step forward and asked the old lady to see if she was a hidden paradise or something.

"My respectful king, I stayed at home and had nothing to do, so my children introduced me here, saying that this could exercise, and I felt much younger than a few times a day.

You said this knife technique was used when I cut meat and cooked!" The wrinkled old lady said, holding a kitchen knife.

After hearing this, Rick laughed dryly. Because the military expenditure was insufficient, Rick had not injected any funds into his little queen yet.

Now in the training of the women's army, they all carry weapons they brought from their homes.

Looking at these old ladies in their fifties, Rick didn't know if their bodies could survive eight years later, the Persian king Xerxes led an army of millions.

However, it seems that even if they can survive, more than eight years have passed, they may have to work hard to run, let alone go to the battlefield.

In the evening, when he returned to the bedroom, Rick asked his little queen to talk to him, hoping that the queen would stop training aunties under seven or over fifty.

"They all have the heart of a female warrior. The warriors are not of age. The older the warriors are, the more experienced the more they are. The younger the warriors are, the more worthy they are to cultivate. Don't look down on the elderly and children." The little queen directly retorted Rick's proposal.

She finally recruited more than 300 people. If the children and the elderly were removed, half of them could be reduced.

The little queen was still thinking about forming her Spartan Three Thousand Queens Legion. She even had someone to embroider the flag of the legion, and it was a fierce fire phoenix.

But the annoying king, Venerable No. 2, looked at the flag and insisted that it was a turkey.

"My king, when will my women's army provide some weapons?

The three thousand elite male soldiers formed by my father and others are now equipped with new shields, spears and swords. I don’t want much, so I can equip me with some knives first!" Since the little queen accompanied Rick to her father’s barracks a few days ago, after seeing the male soldiers’ training, she has been asking Rick for weapons every day when she comes back.

Moreover, the little queen is very persistent, she also needs weapons on the bed and under the bed, and she has to go with Rekti five or six times a day.

Rick looked at the little queen's cute and beautiful face, thinking that he originally suggested that the little queen form the 3,000 women's army.

Moreover, every time the little queen is gentle and soft and hard to get a weapon, and Rick is not easy to turn against her.

Rick is worried now. At the beginning of the establishment of this army, he still felt that there was a lot of gold plundered from the elders and the MPs.

But just half a year later, the batch of gold was almost spent. Most of them bought more than 3,000 new weapons and paid the food and pay for 3,000 male soldiers. There was almost no more money left. This was the case when my father-in-law saved money.

Rick knew that if he got more gold coins, the Spartan Three Thousand Warriors would probably be disbanded at the end of the year and would all go home to farm.

Rick now has no money for the male soldiers, so he can't even care about his queen's female soldiers.

"My king, how about you hold a council again, invite the three elders in the temple on the mountain, and ask them to donate some gold coins to the gods?" The little queen advised Rick on the side.

Rick smiled bitterly and shook his head, "It's useless. I held a council last month, so I asked the three old guys in the temple to come down. Now they have learned to be smart and actually learned to pretend to be sick. They said they are seriously ill and are not convenient to go down the mountain. I just have to make everything decide.

And it has only been half a year. If we go to loot the MPs' personal treasury, it will probably arouse their rebelliousness. At that time, I, the Spartan king, will be abolished by the MPs' joint letter."

"What should I do? My king? I still want weapons. My Spartan 300 Women's Elite Group has been formed for half a year. I still only hold a kitchen knife and a wooden stick to train!" The little queen began to look pitiful again and nag at Rick.

Rek was also overwhelmed. Since Sparta could not solve the problem of military expenditure, Rek could only turn his target to other small neighboring countries of Sparta in Greece.

Of course, although war is the easiest way to get wealth, Rek also knows that the Spartan population base is too small, and once he falls into war, it will be difficult to recover within a few years.

Moreover, the Greek civil war will weaken the strength of the entire Greek.

More than eight years later, as soon as the Persian army arrived, it was difficult for the Greeks to unite again.

"God, God has given me a new enlightenment. God asked me to travel around Greece to perform miracles and let more believers raise funds to build Odin's golden body." Rick stood up and said with a solemn look on his face.

"My king, don't provoke a war. That's not our original intention!" The little queen nervously persuaded when she heard Rick's words. She was afraid that because she was too anxious to ask for weapons, she forced Venerable No. 2. If their king went to war, she would also become a sinner of Sparta.

"My queen, you misunderstood what I mean.

I am not going to go to war, and I will visit my neighboring country as the peaceful Spartan king.

This is a friendly visit between countries. I will try to make more people believe in the gods." Rick said with a smile, and raised his hand to pat the little queen on the head, so that she could feel at ease.

"The identity of the peaceful Spartan king? Just visit it and you can get the military pay back? Do I need to go with you?" The queen said with some concern and confusion.

"If you want to go, go together, just treat it as a tour, and you will also take you to other neighboring countries to gain a lot of experience.

But before I go, I have to prepare to meet the leaders of several caravans." Rick said.
Chapter completed!