Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 246: The price of victory

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There are a few **** wounds on Sekerlian’s broad back. The thing that caught Midolades’s attention most was that his dark skin, which had been exposed to the wind and sun all the year round, was white and miserable at this moment. Palpitations.

"How is his condition?" Midolades asked worriedly the doctor next to him who was dispensing the medicine.

The doctor looked up at him, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered with a serious expression: "...not so good, he has many arrows in his body, bleeding too much, and soaking in the sea for too long..."

Midolades was shocked and wanted to ask more, but he heard a weak voice in his ears: "...Midow...you are here...how is the battle going?"

Midolades looked around, but saw that Sekelion, who had been motionless before, was looking at him with his godless eyes.

"Doctor, he...he is awake!" Midolades said happily.

"Not long after being sent here, he woke up and kept asking about the situation of the naval battle..." The doctor sighed and said, "Hurry up and tell him, lest he has been worried about this and it will affect his recovery."

Midolades walked to the head of the bed, squatted down, thought about it, and knelt on the ground again, so that he and Sekelian would be able to speak with less effort.

But before he could speak, Sekelian smiled first: "...It's not easy. It's not easy to get the proud Second Fleet Commander to kneel. It seems that I will be injured more in the future..."

Midolades looked at his unusually dry lips, and said in a deep voice, "If I were you, I will calm down and listen carefully, so that my body can recover faster."

Secrian rolled his eyelids and stopped talking.

Midolades said in a deep voice: "According to rough statistics after the war, we sank more than 160 warships and captured nearly 350. The Persian fleet suffered heavy losses. Of course, we did not pay. At a small price, a total of 218 warships were sunk...Thanks to you leading the small number of warships to hold on offshore, which bought us time and also dragged down the enemy’s physical strength and morale, we will win more easily. Now that the Persian fleet has been completely defeated, we will control the dominance of the entire Near East Sea!"

Secorian showed a look of relief: "... We finally did not live up to your Majesty’s expectations... It’s a shame to say that I didn’t see the results of this great naval battle with my own eyes... Hey, miss me. Corian has always been accustomed to offensive... The first time he fought a defensive operation, he suffered a failure... In this respect, I am still not as good as you..."

Midolades said seriously: "I just said that it is precisely because you face a Persian fleet that is several times your own, and resolutely choose to stick, that makes us win a big victory. This glorious The victory is accomplished under your command! Because of this victory, the powerful Dionian fleet will never have any chance of defensive operations from now on!"

Secrian looked at his colleague blankly? After a while, there was a trace of fear on his pale face: "...Middo, am I getting old?... Back then Syracuse naval operations...My ship was also sunk...I fell into the sea? It was also an arrow in the shoulder... But it was only after ten days of rest... But now...but Now... I can move except above the neck... I... I... I can't feel my hands and feet at all..."

Midolades heard this? Want to comfort him? Anxiously but not knowing what to say, he heard the doctor behind him reminded: "This general, I am going to give the patient medicine? Doesn't affect the treatment? Please go back first, and visit him later."

"You take a good rest and you will get better!" Midolades had to stand up? Grab a hand of Sekerlian and give him a strong grip? Want to encourage him? But the coldness of the palm of the opponent's He was frightened.

Secrian couldn't raise his head to look at him? He could only say softly: "Miduo...The fleet will ask you...Take care of my brothers..."

"Don't worry? I will!" Midolades replied solemnly.

When he left the hospital bed? When he saw the doctors and nurses surrounding him and completely covering Sekerian's figure, an unspeakable sorrow and grief rose in his heart...

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Most of the Dionian troops that landed in Egypt have moved to the territories of Pey Ramses and Dafinai. Only the First Army is still stationed in Memphis, because King Daves is still here. .

As the commander-in-chief of the whole army, Daves should have stayed with the big army? He did this in the past? But this time is different? The Kingdom of Dionian has just annexed Egypt? Although Yasi has been appointed Stace came to govern Egypt, but the presence of King Dionia here will undoubtedly make the handling of various government affairs smoother? It is more conducive to the smooth transition of Egypt, so Daves has seized the intermission of this period of war. Time, to help Asistes solve some difficult problems, and at the same time he appointed Alexis to Dafinai, temporarily in charge of the army for him, and let Felicius, Epithenis and others assist him in managing military affairs and planning. As well as preparing for the implementation of the raid on the island of Cyprus, this group of retired old people who originally just followed him to Persia were once again given the sole responsibility of him.

After the start of the military raid on Cyprus, waiting for the result is a difficult process, especially for such a major military operation, so Daves has not slept well these days.

On this day, at the strong request of Hernipolis, Daves took a walk in the garden to relax after having dinner.

The garden of the Pharaoh’s Palace in Tarib is vast, and a large artificial lake has been dug in the center. Water from the Nile River has been introduced. Various aquatic plants such as lotus and lotus are planted in the lake. Wild ducks, wild geese, and even rare hippos with their wings cut off... and all kinds of rare trees and flowers are planted around the artificial lake, and some ostriches are even stocked.

At this time, it is spring, and the garden is full of flowers, colorful, birds and insects, it is very lively. Walking on the flat road by the lake, breathing the moist air with the fragrance of plants and trees, it makes people feel refreshed and relieved.

Davers couldn't help sighing: "This is a really good place! Kristia and Agnes should be allowed to stay here for a while!"

"Your Majesty, hasn’t General Prosius led the Greek coalition forces to completely defeat the Persian Asia Minor army? I believe that Miletus will be forced to surrender soon. You can let the two princesses come to Memphis to stay for a while before going. Miletus..." As Daves' court clerk and his personally authorized biographer, Hernipolis knew Daves's family affairs better.

Daves shook his head: "We have not defeated the Persian fleet yet, and we have not fully grasped the dominance of the Eastern Mediterranean. They cannot come for the time being, it is not safe."

Henipolis hates himself for being talkative, and accidentally reminds His Majesty the King of the ongoing war. He was thinking of a way to divert the King’s attention, but he heard Daves shouting: "Don’t stop. It, let it come over!"

It turns out that an ostrich may be curious, and even boldly walked towards Davers. The guards stepped forward to chase it away, but Daves stopped it.

The ostrich is only a juvenile, but its height is about the same as that of an adult. With long slender legs, it walks straight to Davers, its big eyes fluttering and looking curiously. The newly appointed King of Upper and Lower Egypt looks very cute, but he makes the guards and entourage around him nervous.

Big Davos couldn't help reaching out to it, and it immediately backed away vigilantly.

Davers smiled and said softly: "Don't be afraid."

The ostrich seemed to understand, stopped backing, blinked his big eyes, tilted his head to the left, tilted his head to the right, and then walked up cautiously, and gave Daves a light peck with his long beak. Seeing that Davers didn't respond on the palm of his hand, he pecked again and again.

The guards immediately yelled loudly, and the ostrich felt scared and immediately turned and ran away.

"It's just a bird, what's to worry about, it just pecked my hand just now." Davers complained endlessly.

"Your Majesty, do you want the guards to catch an ostrich for you?" Hernipolis asked quickly.

Davers waved his hand: "Don't do that, just watch them play and run freely in this garden, that's interesting! Thanks to your suggestion, it's really interesting to stroll around in this garden! — —"

Daves was talking, suddenly a smile solidified on his face, because he saw a guard hurriedly running from the direction of the palace.

"Report to your Majesty, the battle report urgently sent from Naukratis!"

Davos immediately took the papyrus scroll tied with black rope, and couldn't wait to open it. After reading it, his face was uncertain.

"Your Majesty, this is--" Hernipolis felt nervous.

"Our fleet defeated the Persian fleet, and the army successfully landed in Cyprus."

"This is a happy event! But... Your Majesty, you don't seem to be very happy..."

"The battle report said that Sekelian was seriously injured and was completely paralyzed and unable to move..." Daves said in a low tone.

The soldiers and entourage who had cheered on hearing the news of the victory immediately fell silent, and everyone followed Davers on the path by the lake in silence.

After a long time, Daves stopped and said, "Heney, get ready to record."

"Yes!" The entourage immediately gave Hernipolis pen and paper, and moved the wooden stool, and then the guard retreated a long distance with the entourage and set up a cordon.

"Notify Midolades that he will be returned to Turiyi safely as soon as possible after Sekelian’s condition is stable, and all doctors at Turiyi Hospital will do their best to treat him. I hope... he It can be cured!" Daves sighed lightly: "At the same time, write to the Ministry of Military Affairs and ask Olivers and Printoles to discuss erecting the statue of Cycorian in front of the Ministry of Military Affairs building and naming the First Fleet as Serbia. The possibility of the Krian fleet."