Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 50: Assassination
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In the sacrifices in front of the Hades Temple, Daves has long stopped pretending to be gods and ghosts like the first time the temple was completed. Instead, he followed traditional rituals, slaughtering lambs, offering blood and food, and then reading carols. And this time, the Hades ode is not the old one, but written by Lycias. Davers has read it before and feels it is well written, which means the development of Dionian culture.
Because mortals are equal before the gods, the people who participate in the sacrifice are in order, and the first ones stand in front.
Megallis had stood on the periphery of the square beforehand, close to the temple, so when people rushed towards the temple, he walked in front. Now in front of him are the civil soldiers who maintain order, they are holding hands. It forms a large defensive circle, enclosing the entire Temple of Hades. There are several guards patrolling the circle to maintain order and prevent accidents.
Daves is more than 20 meters in front of McGallis. At this moment, he is singing carols loudly, and a group of priests sings behind him.
Megalis subconsciously swallowed a few mouthfuls, dropped his right hand, and touched the hard object on the outside of his thigh.
Davers finally finished singing the carol.
"Boom!..." The bronze bell rang.
Next, Daves shouted in a loud voice: "Now let us pray to the great Hades!"
After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and closed his eyes, and the people also bowed their heads in silent prayer, some even knelt on the ground, even the soldiers began to meditate in their hearts.
Megallis saw a group of guards just passing in front of him from the inner circle.
This is the moment! He opened his eyes and kicked the charged right leg on the ground. The whole person was like a cheetah. He passed through the gap between the hands of the citizen soldiers and passed through the back of the guards. He stretched his right hand into Bolton. , Drew outwards, and the dagger was already in his hand.
Among the mercenaries in Campania, he is known for his speed, and the distance of more than 20 meters is just a moment to him. At this moment, excitement and tension are surging throughout his body, whirring sounds are blowing in his ears, but his eyes are always fixed on Davers in front of him.
It's near! Very close! !
I saw Daves raising his head, neither nervous nor afraid, just smiled at him.
McGallis "cocked" in his heart.
Behind Daves, the priests who had bowed their heads instantly rushed out of the two men, holding a small leather shield in their hands, and the leather shield that was swung out forcefully smashed at McGallis.
He was already sprinting with all his strength and couldn't dodge because of inertia. He felt that his right hand seemed to be hit by a boulder, his bones were torn apart, and the dagger flew out of his hand.
Next was another shield, which was hitting his head, McGallis' head "buzzed" and immediately passed out.
"Is he dead?" Davers asked.
"My lord, he fainted." Martius, dressed as a priest, replied.
"Very good." As soon as Daves vomited these two words, some of the people shouted: "There is an assassin! There is an assassin! I want to assassinate Lord Daves!"
"Killing! Some assassins are going to kill us!"
……
At this moment, the people who reacted saw the assassin who fell to the ground in front of Daves, and heard someone yelling: "Kill! There are assassins!..." Suddenly the people began to riot.
No good, someone is making trouble! An alert sounded in Daves' mind: There were tens of thousands of people in this sacrificial ceremony. Once it happened or panicked, it would cause a stampede, and the consequences would be disastrous. Wasn't it the same for Mitradat's troops back then?
In desperation, he walked forward for a while, came to the rear of the soldiers, and shouted: "Citizens of Dionia, soldiers of the Legion, I order you to stay calm! Maintain order! Protect. People!"
Martius and the soldiers also yelled.
The citizens of Dionia began to respond to the orders of the Supreme Commander and consciously stepped forward to stabilize the emotions of the people around them, and the chaos was gradually subsiding...
At this moment, a woman screamed because of the push and humiliation, and fell forward into the defensive circle.
Davers showed concern, ready to step forward to help.
The citizen soldier next to him immediately did it for him. Just as he lifted him up, what he saw was a distorted and hideous face. She pushed the unsuspecting soldier aside, and quickly pulled out the dagger hidden in her body. Stabbed to Davers.
Davos, who was very close to him, was difficult to dodge at that moment, with a look of astonishment watching the blue-glowing dagger thrust into his chest. At the moment of the electric flint, Martius behind him suddenly Pushing Daves away with his left hand, at the same time his right hand quickly greeted him, the dagger pierced his palm.
He yelled and hit the woman's face with his left fist.
The woman screamed and was beaten back several steps before she fell to the ground, convulsing and vomiting blood.
"High priest, are you okay?!"
"Master Daves! Your lord!..."
Plessinus, the priests, and the people at the scene all screamed, rushing towards Daves with concern.
"Stay where you are!" Daves stood up quickly and roared: "Keep order, I'm fine!"
As he was talking, the guards rushed over to protect him in the center.
"Go and see your captain!" Davos pushed aside the soldiers' encirclement and walked hurriedly towards Martius.
"My lord, I'm fine." Martius whispered. He had torn the sacrificial robe on his body and wrapped his right hand.
Davers looked at his right hand, which had dyed the white linen red with concern, and patted him on his shoulder emotionally, without saying anything. This time, he remembered his life-saving grace. Bottom of my heart.
Then he continued to move forward and walked to the woman.
The woman's face was shattered, and she looked terrifying at the moment.
Davers looked at her blankly, but his fingers trembled slightly: After being in this world for so long, it was the first time he truly felt that death was so close to him!
Damn it! Damn...just when he felt that he could no longer control the rapidly growing tyranny in his heart, the soldiers shouted from behind: "Captain, what's the matter with you?!"
He turned his head hurriedly and saw Martius fall to the ground feebly.
The dagger is poisonous! An idea flashed through Davers's mind.
More than ten years later, Ansitanos wrote in his "History of Great Greece": This was supposed to be a celebration of Hades by the Dionian people, but because of this assassination. When interrupted, the captain of Davos's guard was in a coma due to his injuries. Hundreds of Dionian citizens were injured because of the panic during the assassination, causing a commotion, and more than a dozen people were killed. But more importantly, although the assassination of Dionian Archon Daves was unsuccessful, it shocked the entire Dionian Alliance and the entire southern Italian city-state. At the same time, it had a profound impact on the political situation of Dionia, Southern Italy, and even the entire Western Mediterranean. This was unexpected by the behind-the-scenes messenger...
The historian's pen can easily talk about history with a smile afterwards. But on that day, after the assassination, Turri immediately sealed off the city and imposed a curfew. Many people living in their homes and hotels are uneasy, because there are rumors that “Daves has been killed by the assassins.” What makes the Dionian people who have always regarded Daves as the greatest reliance on the security of the Alliance? Can not be terrified.
The consul, whom the people have been worried about, has returned home at this moment. Facing the concern and condolences of Kristia, Agnes and the children who came after hearing the news, he barely managed to cope with the past, immediately Called Aristiras, Daves, who had always treated him well, was angry at this moment: "You and your subordinates are idiots! How dare an assassin lurk to my side so boldly , Without noticing it! If Martius can't wake up this time, many of your subordinates must pay for it!"
Aristilas did not excuse. Indeed, this time he was deceived by the enemy. He didn't expect McGallis to be just a cover. The real killer move was on a weak woman. Fortunately... Daves was not injured! Thinking of this, his back was dripping with cold sweat.
After Daves sent out a fire, his emotions eased a little, he said sharply: "Aristiras, no matter what method you use, you must hide in the Dionian territory in the shortest time possible. I will dig out these "nails" that hate Dionia, and I will let the Matonis patrol cooperate with you!"
Aristilas clenched his fist and said angrily: "My lord, don't worry, I will never let you down again!"
"I don't want to see Dionia's veterans or generals, alliance public officials being assassinated or accidentally, especially in the future when Dionia is about to take action!"
Daves’ admonition did not make Aristiras feel the pressure increased, on the contrary he became excited: the alliance wants to take action? ! To whom? !
As soon as Aristiras left, Kunogolata and Matonis came together. You must know that Kunogolata has failed in the Battle of Turei with the Lucanian Tribal Alliance. , There is a quirk-unwilling to stay alone with soldiers-born people, but this time the situation is obviously urgent.
Martonis walked into the reception hall and saw that Daves was indeed as safe as others said. He was relieved a lot, so he said loudly, "My lord, that assassin has already confessed."
"So fast?!" Daves was a little surprised.
Martonis grinned, but remembered that the atmosphere was wrong and had to hold back: "After the assassin woke up, he confessed without waiting for us to be tortured, and only made one request, hoping to make him Eat a few meals from Christoya’s restaurant before you die."
This request is indeed a bit funny, but Daves is not in the mood to laugh at him, and asks with a serious look: "What did he explain?"
Matonis was angry: "He said he was a mercenary in Campania. He has been fighting for Syracuse for several years. This time it was Siracusa’s general Marcias who sent him. Assassinated you..."