MTL - Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece-Chapter 4 Daves
"Yes, King!" Tissa Furnis couldn't help but look at Massabadi and thought: No wonder this guy looks ugly, if it was discovered by the Queen Mother Palestatis that her most beloved son was beheaded. Hands, will never give up!
"Tisa Funis, do you think the Greeks will surrender?"
"Great King!... I know that I know the chiefs of the major Greek mercenaries. It's hard...but there may be a few people who will be willing to obey your will!" Tissa Funis said cautiously.
"Can cause them to be guilty!" Artaxerxes flicked his jaw with his fingers. Yesterday, the rapid impact of the Greek heavy infantry, he still remembered: "If they do not want to surrender, they will be expelled from them. This rebellion has already killed too many Persians! Don't let these The rude and savage Greeks continue to plunder our possessions on my land! Kill our people!" Alta Xerxes sighed. He is gentle in nature and does not like to argue with others. Otherwise, he will not condone the small Quasi to this day and cause this chaos. Even when Little Cyrus started his army, he was hesitant and wanted to retire to the east. If the ministers did not strongly discourage and fully support him, I am afraid that the battle will not happen yesterday.
"Da Wang, you love the imperial people like your own children! Chen is very kindly happy to have a benevolent monarch like you in the empire!" Tissa Funis said this from the heart. In fact, this is because the character of Artaxerxes won the support of the majority of ministers and nobles, which made the small Cyrus rebellion, but there was no major turmoil in the core area of the empire.
"The king, the minister has an idea!... It is better to drive the Greeks out to the north..." Tissa Funis said.
Artaxerxes sank, and he understood that Tisafunis did not want the Greeks to trample on his jurisdiction again - Asia Minor.
"Going north..." His eyes lit up, reminding the tribes of the mountain people who were unwilling to surrender and unruly, such as the Dukeya...
Let these barbarian dogs bite the dog! He thought, a smile on his lips.
"This matter is entirely responsible for you! I am waiting for your good news in Persepolis!" After saying this, he can't wait to go home. Because of the news yesterday: another riot occurred in eastern Persepolis. He must return to the capital city as soon as possible. Moreover, he also began to miss his queen Statilla.
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In the early morning, the mist filled the Kunasak area, and the entire Greek military camp was quiet, and most people were still asleep.
Davers stepped out of the tent and looked at the strange place curiously.
Yes, he is not Daves himself, his soul is from China in the 21st century. As a government civil servant, he was promoted to the director of the Municipal High-tech Development Zone after suffering for more than ten years. The friends gave him a banquet to celebrate, he was drunk, and when he woke up, he found himself in a strange place and became a stranger.
He once and again succumbed to his thighs, just to prove that he was dreaming, and today his thighs still have some faint pain.
After a long night of adaptation, he is no longer entangled in why he will appear here. His adaptability was strong: he entered the government office with the civil servant's first place in the city, but he was sent to a remote and impoverished mountain village official. He not only persisted, but also won the favor of the county leaders with excellent performance and was called back to the committee for a heavy responsibility.
...just their own parents, and the girlfriends who are about to marry. Now they are separated by time and space, and there is no reunion... He took a long breath and tried to blow away the sadness in his heart.
Slowly walking a short distance, his mood was slightly calm. He wiped away the tears in his eyes and warned himself: Now that you have reached a new world, let's live here tenaciously!
According to the memory of this body, he knows that "self" is a Sesali. Two years ago, because of his livelihood, he was only seventeen years old, and he went out to work as a mercenary to earn money with his friends in the same village. A year ago, Macedonia and Cesaly clashed, Macedonian cavalry attacked his hometown, his parents were killed, relatives were desecrated... Now, he is single. This time, he followed the mercenary leader Menon and helped the Prince of Persia to fight.
Last night, my companions thought he was asleep. In fact, he has been listening to their conversations. Through the conversations of his companions, he learned more. As a good young man of the 21st century, he barely counted an angry youth. When I was a village official, I spent most of my time surfing the Internet in order to survive the long night of loneliness. In some military forums, water and venting has almost become his sideline. Therefore, historical military knowledge has learned a lot, knowing that it may be this period of time after the Peloponnesian War.
As for the Greek mercenaries helping the Prince of Persia to rebel, this is another part of Western history. As a non-historical professional, the requirements are too high, he really can't think of it. Until someone said "the tens of thousands of infantry in Greece", it evoked his hidden memory.
It was once, in the forum, it was advocated that in order to understand the ancient history of the West, certain books must be read. In the list of books, there is a "Long March" that caused his curiosity: the ancient West also had a long march? Because the author happens to be a historical celebrity he knows, so on the Internet, he knows that it is from the famous Western ancient historical events of the "Greek 10,000-strong retreat."
Because Daves vaguely remembered that the rebellious prince in the incident died in the chaos of the army because of his rashness, he was in a hurry and blurted out. However, I did not expect that the hearts of other people will more or less hold the small Cyrus victory, and everyone's desire to make a fortune together, completely unable to accept his guess.
In the face of questioning one after another, he did not want to have a relationship with his companions when he first arrived. Perhaps he also had a glimpse of his heart: maybe this is not a historical event. So he was silent.
As a result, everyone broke up. This night, he didn't sleep well. The strange environment and fear of the future made him toss and turn, and it was difficult to sleep.
Early the next morning, he walked out of the tent. The first time he faced this strange new world, he was greeted by one tent after another. It seemed to be endless.
Breathing the damp and fresh air, he took the courage to move forward. Occasionally someone came out of the tent and saw that he would greet him, and he smiled and responded. Even a warrior who knows his wounded, asks his injury with concern, he will stop to express his gratitude, take the opportunity to talk a few words, and learn something from others. Obviously not because he is a big man, everyone will treat him friendly, but the mercenaries of Menon, some of them are Sesari, many of them, even with him for more than two years, each other Very familiar. So walking and walking, his strange feelings gradually dispersed.
Not far from the horse, the sheep and the sheep called, attracted him to go forward. In the memory of Davers, this large area enclosed by wooden fences and located in the center of their military camp is a heavy camp of mercenaries led by Menon. There are not only many horses, donkeys, but also looting along the way. Some of the cattle and sheep that came, as well as a batch of food that the small Cyrus gave to Menon. And there are businessmen standing in the ~www.novelbuddy.com~ When passing through the big cities, there will even be nearby to make money.
When he walked to the entrance, a team of guards with spears stopped him.
"Without Menon's order, no one is allowed to enter!" behind the guard, a chunky man shouted.
Davers looked at him and turned around, he didn't want to get into trouble. Behind him, the fat man reprimanded the guards: "The next time someone comes, you have to be more fierce. Otherwise, you can't live with these thieves! From last night to now, five sheep have been lost. By the time, Mei Farmers punish me, I will punish you!"
It seems that the mercenary is seriously deficient in food! I don't know how much food the Persian army broke in yesterday. As he walked, he thought about it. Unconsciously, there was a simple wall that was loosely inserted into the soil with branches and sticks, which blocked his progress. Although the front is still a dense tent, he knows that it is another mercenary camp.
At this time, the sun has risen to the sky, the dense fog gradually dissipated, and the line of sight has been able to reach far. The sky is high and the sky is clear and fresh, and it is intoxicated for a while... Listening to the companions, the city in front is Babylon, not far from the Euphrates: one is the capital of one of the four ancient civilizations, the legendary sky garden Aspirational; one is the mother river of the people of the Mesopotamian plains. I don't know if I have a chance to see it?
However, the camp that suddenly boiled up alarmed him. A feeling of uneasiness, pouring into my heart, he returned quickly.
At this time, the soldiers rushed out of the tent and talked with each other with a nervous and uneasy look. The words that came into his ears were converted into six words: Little Cyrus died!
His heart sank: this is really a retreat of the Greek people! Next, I am not going to spend it on the way to escape!
