Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 4: Davers

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"Yes, King!" Tisafonis couldn't help but glance at Masabadi, thinking: No wonder this guy looks ugly. If this is because the Queen Mother Parissatis knew that her most beloved little son was Beheading and cutting hands will never give up!

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

"Majesty!...Based on what I know about the main Greek mercenary leaders, I am afraid...difficult. However, there may be a few people who are willing to obey your majesty's will!" Tissafunis was cautious. Said.

"It's okay to cause them infighting!" Artaxerxes flicked his jaw with his fingers. Yesterday, the rapid impact of the Greek heavy infantry, he still has lingering fears when he thinks about it: "...If they don't want to surrender, just expel them...deport them. This rebellion has already killed too many Persians! Don't let these The rude and savage Greeks continue to rob our property on my land! Kill our people!" Artaxerxes sighed. He was gentle by nature and didn't like to argue with others, otherwise he would not condone Cyrus to this day, causing this chaos. Even when little Cyrus rose up, he was still hesitant and wanted to retreat to the east. Had it not been for the ministers to try their best to dissuade him and fully support him, I am afraid that yesterday's battle would not have happened.

"My lord, you love the people of the empire just like your own children! The minister is very happy that the empire has a benevolent monarch like you!" This is what Tisafonis said from his sincerity. In fact, this is because of the character of Artaxerxes, which won the support of most ministers and nobles. Although Cyrus rebelled, there was no major turmoil in the core area of ​​the empire.

"My lord, the minister has an idea!... It's better to drive the Greeks out to the north..." Tisafonis said.

Altaxerxes pondered. He understood that Tisafonis did not want the Greeks to trample on his jurisdiction-Asia Minor again.

"Going north..." His eyes lit up, thinking of those unwilling and rebellious mountain tribes, such as Dukya people...

Let these barbarians bite the dogs! He thought, with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You are responsible for this matter! I am waiting for your good news in Persepolis!" After saying this, he couldn't wait to go home. Because the news came yesterday: another riot broke out in the eastern part of Persepolis. He must rush back to the capital and sit in town as soon as possible. Moreover, he also began to miss his queen Statila.

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

Davers walked out of the tent and looked at this strange place curiously.

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

He used to pinch his thigh again and again, just to prove that he was dreaming, and to this day there is still a slight pain in his thigh.

After a long night of adaptation, he no longer struggles with why he is here. His adaptability is strong: he first entered the government agency with the city's first place in the civil service examination, but he was sent to a remote and poor mountainous area as a village official. He stayed for a few years. Not only did he persevere, but with his outstanding performance, he won the favor of county leaders and was recalled to entrust him with important tasks.

...It's just his parents, and his girlfriend who is about to talk about marriage... Now it is different time and space, and there will be no reunion... He took a long breath, trying to blow away the sadness in his heart.

After walking slowly for a short distance, his mood calmed slightly. He wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes and warned himself: Since you have entered a new world, let's live tenaciously here!

According to the surviving memory of this body, he knew that "he" was a Sesari. Two years ago, because of his livelihood, he was only seventeen years old and worked as a mercenary with his friends in the same village to make money. But a year ago, Macedonia clashed with Thessaly. Macedonian cavalry attacked his hometown, his parents were killed, and his relatives were taken into captivity... Now he is alone. This time, he is following the mercenary leader Menon to fight for the little Cyrus, the Prince of Persia.

The companions thought he was asleep last night, but he was actually listening to their conversation. Through the conversations of his companions, he learned more. As a good young man in the 21st century, he barely counts as an angry youth. When I was a village official, I spent most of my time online in order to survive the long night of loneliness. Irrigating water to vent in certain military forums has almost become his sideline. Therefore, I have learned a lot about historical military knowledge, knowing that I may have been in this period of time after the Peloponnesian War.

As for the Greek mercenaries who helped the Persian prince to counter usurp the throne, which section of Western history is involved. As a non-history professional, the requirements are too high, he really can't think of it. Until someone said, "We have tens of thousands of heavy infantry soldiers in Greece," it evoked his hidden memory.

That was once, someone in the forum advocated that to understand ancient Western history, certain books must be read. One of the books listed in the list of "Long March" aroused his curiosity: There is also a Long March in the ancient West? Because the author also happened to be a historical celebrity he knew, he checked the Internet by the way and found out that it came from the famous ancient western historical event of "The Great Retreat of the Greeks".

Because Daves vaguely remembered that the rebellious prince in the incident died in the rebellion army because of recklessness, he blurted out in a moment of anxiety. But I didn't expect that other people would more or less hold Cyrus' desire to win and make everyone rich together, and they couldn't accept his guess at all.

Faced with one question after another, as a newcomer, he didn't want to have a stalemate with his companions. Perhaps he also had a glimmer of illusion in his heart: Maybe this is not that historical event. So he was silent.

As a result, everyone broke up. This night, he did not sleep well. The unfamiliar 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 and faced this strange new world for the first time. What came into view was one tent after another, which seemed boundless at first glance.

Breathing moist and fresh air, he mustered the courage to move forward. Occasionally someone came out of the tent and saw him greet him, and he responded with a smile. There are even soldiers who know that he was injured and ask about his injury with concern, and he will stop to express his gratitude, take the opportunity to talk a few words, and learn something from others. Obviously it is not because he is a big man that everyone treats him friendly, but Menon’s mercenaries, some of them are Sesari, many of whom have even fought side by side with him for more than two years. They are all familiar. So as he walked, his sense of strangeness gradually dissipated.

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

When he walked to the entrance, a team of guards armed with spears stopped him.

"No one is allowed to enter without Menon's order!" Behind the guard, a short, fat man shouted angrily.

Davers glanced at him, then turned around, he didn't want to cause trouble. Behind him came the fat man's reprimand to the guards: "Next time someone comes, you have to be more fierce, otherwise you can't stop these thieves! From last night to now, five sheep have been lost. By then, Mei If the farmer punishes me, I will punish you!"

It seems that the mercenaries have a serious shortage of food! I don't know how much food the Persian army broke in yesterday. He was thinking as he walked, and before he knew it, a simple fence made of branches and sticks sparsely inserted in the soil appeared in front of him, blocking his advancement. Although there were still dense tents in front of him, he knew that it was another mercenary camp.

At this time, the sun has risen to high altitude, the dense fog is gradually dissipating, and the line of sight is far away. The sky is wide, the wind is refreshing, and I am intoxicated for a while... I heard from my companions that the city ahead 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. But I don’t know if I have a chance to check it out?

However, the camp suddenly boiling shocked him who was absent. A feeling of restlessness surged into his heart, and he walked back quickly.

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

His heart sank: This is really a massive retreat of thousands of people in Greece! Wouldn't it be spent on the way to escape next?