Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

"Yes, King!" Tisavonis couldn't help but glance at Masabadi, thinking: no wonder this guy looks ugly, if the queen mother Palisades knows that her beloved little son is beheaded Hand, never let go!

"Tisafnes, do you think the Greeks will surrender?"

"King!... Based on my knowledge of the main Greek mercenary leaders, I'm afraid... difficult. However, there may be a few people who will be willing to obey your will!" Tisavonis said cautiously.

"It's okay to cause them to infight!" Artaxerxes flicked his jaw with his finger.Yesterday, the heavy shock of the heavy infantry in Greece, he still has a lingering fear: "...If they do not want to surrender, expel them... Deportation. Too many Persians have died in this rebellion! Don’t let these The rude and savage Greeks will continue to plunder our possessions on my land! Kill our people!" Artaxerxes sighed.He was gentle in nature and did not like to argue with people, otherwise he would not condone the little Julius so far, causing this great chaos.Even when the little Julius started his army, he hesitated and wanted to retreat east.If it were not for the ministers to strongly discourage and fully support him, I am afraid that the fighting yesterday will not happen.

"King, you love the people of the empire like your own children! It's a great joy to have a benevolent monarch like you in the empire!" Tisavonis was sincere.In fact, it was because of this character of Artaxerxes that it was supported by the vast majority of ministers and nobles. Although the little Cyrus rebelled, there was no major turmoil in the core area of ​​the empire.

"King, the minister has an idea! ... It's better to drive the Greeks northward..." Tisavonis said.

Artaxerxes groaned, and he understood that Tisavonis did not want the Greeks to trample his jurisdiction, Asia Minor again.

"Northward..." His eyes lit up, thinking of those mountainous tribes who were reluctant to submit, and rebellious, such as the Dukes...

Let these barbarian dogs bite them!He thought, a smile on his lips.

"This matter is entirely your responsibility! I'm waiting for your good news in Persepolis!" After saying this, he couldn't wait to go home.Because yesterday came the news: There was another riot in the eastern part of Persepolis.He must rush back to the capital to sit down as soon as possible.Moreover, he also began to miss his queen Statila.

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In the early morning, the mist filled the Kunasak region, the entire Greek military camp was quiet, and most people were still asleep.

Daveus stepped out of the tent and looked at the strange place curiously.

Yes, he is no longer Davis himself, his soul comes from China in the 21st century.As a government civil servant, it took ten years of hard work before being promoted to director of the city's high-tech development zone.Friends celebrated with a banquet for him. He was so drunk that when he woke up he found himself in a strange place and became a stranger.

He pinched his thighs again and again, just to prove that he was dreaming, and today his thighs are still a little painful.

After a long night of adaptation, he was no longer entangled in why he appeared here.His adaptability is considered strong: when he entered the government office with the civil servant's highest score in the city, he was sent to the remote and poor mountainous village as a village official, and stayed for a few years.Not only did he persevere, but he won the favor of the county leaders with excellent performance, and was recalled to the committee.

...Just his own parents, and his girlfriend who is about to talk about marriage... Now they are separated by time and space, and there is no day for reunion... he took a long breath and tried to blow away the sadness in his heart.

He walked slowly for a short while before his mood calmed down slightly.He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes and warned himself: since he has arrived in a new world, live here tenaciously!

According to the remnant memory of this body, he knew that "self" was a Cesari.Because of his livelihood two years ago, at the age of seventeen, he went out with his fellow villagers to work as mercenaries to earn money.A year ago, Macedonia clashed with Thessaly, Macedonian cavalry attacked his hometown, his parents were killed, his relatives were taken captive... Now, he is considered alone.This time, he followed Mennon, the mercenary leader, to help the Prince of Persia, Cyrus.

The companions thought he was asleep last night, in fact he has been listening to their conversation.Through conversations with his companions, he learned more.As a good young man in the 21st century, he was barely an angry youth.As a village official, in order to survive the long and lonely night, most of the time spent online.Irrigating and venting in certain military forums has almost become his sideline.Therefore, we have learned a lot about historical military knowledge, knowing that we may be in the period after the Peloponnesian War.

As for the Greek mercenaries who helped the Prince of Persia to fight against usurpation, which section of Western history is involved.As a non-historical professional, the requirements are too high, he really can't think of it.Until someone said the phrase "we have thousands of heavy infantry in Greece", it reminded him of his hidden memory.

It was once that someone in the forum preached that to understand ancient Western history, certain books must be read, and there is a "Long March" in the list of books that aroused his curiosity: did the ancient West also have a Long March?Because the author happened to be a historical celebrity he knew, so he checked it online and found out that it came from the famous Western ancient historical event of "The Huge Retreat of Greece".

As Daphes vaguely remembered that the rebellious prince died in the chaotic army because of his brashness, he was in a hurry and blurted out.But I didn't expect that other people's hearts were more or less holding the desire of Little Jurus to win and everyone to get rich together, and he could not accept his guess at all.

Faced with one question after another, when he first arrived, he did not want to have a stalemate with his companions. Perhaps he also had a hint of fantasy in his heart: maybe this was not that historical event.So he was silent.

As a result, everyone broke up.This night, he didn't sleep well.The strange environment and the fear of the future made him tossing and turning, making it difficult to sleep.

Early in the morning of the next day, he stepped out of the tent and faced this strange new world for the first time. One after another came into view, seemingly endless at a glance.

Breathing the damp, fresh air, he summoned the courage to move forward.Occasionally someone came out of the tent, and when he saw him greeting him, he responded with a smile.There are even soldiers who know that he is injured and ask about his injury with concern, he will stop to express his gratitude, take the opportunity to chat a few words, and get some information from others.Obviously not because he is a big man, everyone will treat him friendly, but Mennon’s mercenaries, some of them are Cesarians, many of whom have even fought side by side with him for more than two years. Are familiar.So walking, his strangeness gradually dissipated.

Not far away came a horse screaming sheep, attracting him to move forward.In Davis's memory, this large area surrounded by wooden fences and located in the center of their barracks is a large camp for mercenaries led by Menon. There are not only many pack horses and pack mules, but also looting along the way. Some cattle and sheep, and a batch of food given to Menon by Little Cyrus.And there are also merchants stationed inside, and even when passing through big cities, there will even be nearby ** come here to make money.

When he walked to the entrance, a team of spear-guards stopped him.

"No one is allowed to enter without Mennon's order!" a chunky man shouted behind the guard.

Daveus glanced at him and turned around, he didn't want to cause trouble.Behind him came the fat man's reprimand to the guards: "The next time someone comes, you must be more fierce, otherwise you will not be able to control this group of thieves! From last night to now, five sheep have been lost. Farmers punish me, and I will punish you!"

It seems that the mercenary is severely short of food!I don’t know how much food the Persian army broke in yesterday.As he walked, he thought about it. Unconsciously, a simple fence made of branches and sticks sparsely inserted in the mud appeared in front of him, blocking his progress.Although the front was still densely packed with tents, he knew it was already another mercenary camp.

At this time, the sun had risen to high altitude, the dense fog gradually dispersed, and the sight was far away.The sky is high and the sky is wide, the wind is refreshing, and I am indulged in it for a time... I heard my companions say that the city in front is Babylon, and not far away is the Euphrates River: one is the capital of one of the four ancient civilizations, the legendary sky garden Fascinating; one is the mother river of the people of Mesopotamia Plain.I don't know if I have a chance to see it?

However, the suddenly boiling camp alarmed him.An uneasy feeling came to him, and he returned quickly.

At this moment, the soldiers got out of the tent one after another, with a nervous expression, discussing with each other excitedly.The words that came into his ears were transformed into six words: Little Julius is dead!

His heart sank: This is really a Greek retreat!Isn't it time to spend the next escape!