Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 3: Rebirth
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"Brothers, I brought you something to eat." Shiros got into the small tent.
The quiet military account suddenly became lively. The few people who had been lying on their feet turned up, and the hungry wolves quickly snatched food from Xilos' arms as if they were rushing for food.
"Hiros, if you don't come again, I'll starve to death." Matonis chewed on half-baked horse meat. He usually doesn't look down on the meat, but he can't tell when he bites in his mouth at the moment. tasty.
"I brought it from Antonios. Menon asked them to form a special team, risking the danger of being attacked by the Persians, and dragging them back from the battlefield." Silos sighed. He breathed, looking at the person lying in the innermost part of the tent, he asked with concern: "How is Daves? Is he awake?"
"Woke up. But I've been in a daze. Whoever talks to him seems to be unknown and doesn't say a word. Now it seems to be asleep." Geogris replied sadly.
"I think he may have accidentally fallen into the Wangchuan River while sitting in Chiron's boat, and now he has amnesia." Olivers said.
"Shut up!" Matonis stretched out his hand to press Oliver's head and was pushed away by him.
Silos separated the two people forcefully, and yelled: "We are all from the same town in Thessaly. We are surrounded by enemies on the land thousands of miles away from our hometown. If we are not united, I am afraid we will Can't go back."
The tent suddenly fell silent.
Silos felt the heaviness of the atmosphere, and he said comfortingly: "I have seen a few fighters with severe head injuries. At first they were confused. After a period of rest, they will be normal. Maybe tomorrow morning. Daves will be able to greet everyone with a smile."
"Daves is also a veteran warrior, and he would fall down while pursuing it!" Olivers said annoyingly, when he saw Matonis staring back at him, he shut his mouth immediately.
"Hilos, did Cyrus the little Cyrus win or be defeated?" The moment of silence made Gioglis couldn't help telling the question that everyone was most concerned about but most afraid of facing.
Before, when they returned to the battlefield after they had chased the fleeing enemy, they only found that the Persian army was still there, but Cyrus's army had disappeared. Because it was getting late, the two armies did not have the desire to continue fighting. After a standoff, the Persian army retreated.
The Greek mercenaries discovered that their camp had been ransacked. The soldiers were tired and hungry, and of course they didn't have the energy to think about and ask this very important question.
"The little Cyrus led the cavalry. No matter whether they were defeated or defeated, he could easily leave the battlefield and wait until tomorrow to join us. Just fight another battle with the King of Persia." Silos relaxed. Said.
"But the number of the Persian king's army was much larger than ours. If the little Cyrus is defeated, there will be fewer troops to fight with us tomorrow." Geogris said worriedly.
"What are you afraid of! We have more than 10,000 heavy infantry! The Persians are as timid as rabbits! No matter how many people, I dare not fight with us! I haven't killed myself yet, and I will fight again tomorrow, just right!" When Matonis heard it, he cheered everyone up in his way.
"Even if Cyrus is defeated, we will defeat their left wing and kill many of them. Tomorrow, their number of soldiers will only be less than today!" Silos was equally confident.
"These **** Persians destroyed our camp, took our food, and stole a lot of my silver coins! Tomorrow we will defeat them and take our things back!" Matonis was angry Said.
"That's right!" Everyone shares the same hatred: "Not only to take back our things, but also to take their belongings."
"Oh!" Olivers remembered something, and said excitedly: "I heard that the little Cyrus women were also taken away, and only one escaped back. It's the one I told you last time... …The Miletus woman who is as beautiful as Aphrodite, heard that Klarkus was led into his camp, and he will be happy tonight!..." Oliver swallowed and said wretchedly.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Silos warned him.
"Olivers, you have to be able to defeat the king of Persia tomorrow, and grab one of his women."
"Oh, this is a good idea! Matonis, you are rarely smart once."
"Damn Olivers, you want to be beaten again!"
While several people were talking and laughing, a hoarse voice came from the innermost part of the tent: "Don't you ever think that little Cyrus was not only defeated! He was also killed!"
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Tisafunis rushed to the great tent of the Persian king, and the **** Masabadi had already been waiting at the door: "The king is waiting for you, go in!"
When Tisafonis untied his sword to the royal guard next to him, he found that the **** who was the most trusted **** of the Persian king looked a little melancholy, and he couldn't help thinking: Is your majesty seriously injured?
The big tent is filled with the rich fragrance of frankincense, mixed with the smell of herbs.
Alta Xerxes was lying on his side on the couch, wearing a gorgeous scarlet robe, his naked chest was wrapped in white cloth, and the red blood oozing was faintly visible. A beautiful maid gently rubbed his shoulders, and the medical officer Quetaizia stood next to him.
Seeing Tisafunis coming in, Quetaizia immediately resigned to the King of Persia.
Altaxerxes asked him to wait outside the tent, so that if his injury changes, he can be summoned immediately.
Tisafonis watched the Greek doctor withdraw from the big tent, before he knelt down, and said, "My lord, the minister has lost the battle, and here comes the lord to convict!"
Altaxerxes did not speak, and Tisafonis began to feel a little uneasy, knelt on the ground even more motionless.
For a long time, I heard Artaxerxes say: "You are defeated, Tisafonis. But at least you dare to attack. I heard that you led the cavalry to bypass the heavy infantry line of Greece and attack them. In the rear, they were defeated by their light shield soldiers and almost shot by the Greeks with a javelin."
"Yes, my lord. You know everything!" Tisafonis sighed in secret.
"Compared to those who fled before fighting, you are much braver! Get up!" Altaxerxes was still a little dissatisfied with the performance of the Persian left wing yesterday, and then he raised his voice: "I don't have any You are lucky. Cyrus's spear stabbed me. Fortunately, my armor is strong enough. I can take the opportunity to stab him under the horse!"
Isn’t Cyrus shot by the spear thrown by the guard Misseridadi? Tisafonis was surprised, but did not show it. Instead, he said with admiration in excitement: "Majesty, everyone used to say that Cyrus was brave. Yesterday on the battlefield, when we were about to lose, your Majesty you risked Taking the huge risk that the king should not take, step forward and personally kill Cyrus this rebel! Let us obtain an incredible victory! King, you deserve to be the king of kings! You are a born brave !"
Masabadi and Quetaisia also immediately expressed their admiration for the heroic performance of the king of Persia.
Altaxerxes flushed, and said angrily: "Cyrus has been struggling to win since childhood. As a brother, I have always let him. Last time at the enthronement ceremony, he tried to assassinate me. It depends on my mother. For good reason, I forgive him! I didn’t expect that my kindness was considered weak by him, so I dared to launch a rebellion! For the stability of the country, even if he is my brother, I have to execute him!"
"The king's benevolent country is well known! Cyrus doesn't know what it is, he deserves his crime to seduce outsiders and invade the country!..." Tisafunis said impassionedly.
Altaxerxes nodded and couldn't help coughing a few times. What he said just now consumed a lot of his energy: "My governor, you have repeatedly exposed Cyrus' conspiracy to me, against Asia Minor. The governance of the People’s Republic of China has always performed very well! When this counter-insurgency is over, I will reward you well!"
"Your Majesty, as the Governor of Asia Minor, this is my duty!" Tisafonis said solemnly.
Tissafunis’ jaws, his left finger pointed to a large earthen jar placed on the wooden table in front of the couch, with a complex expression on his face: “This is Cyrus cut by Massabadi. You take it to the camp of the Greeks and let them surrender immediately!!"
Note: There are two accounts of the Battle of Kunasak, one is Xenophon. The other is the Persian imperial doctor Cataisia. His record was quoted by Plutarch in the Roman Empire in his "Alta Xerxes Biography", in which the Greek heavy infantry defeated the Persian right wing and it was far from Xenophon's It's so easy to write. I chose Xenophon's account in the novel. Although his description is a bit exaggerated, it just shows some strange behaviors of Persians after the war.