ancient greece mediterranean ruler

Chapter 4 Davos

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Tissaphernes couldn't help but glance at Masabadi and thought: No wonder this guy looks ugly. What if the Queen Mother Parisatis knew that her most beloved youngest son had been beheaded? Hands, I will never give up!
"Tissaphernes, do you think the Greeks will surrender?"

"Your Majesty!...Based on my understanding of the major Greek mercenary leaders, I'm afraid...it's difficult. However, there may be a few people who are willing to obey your Majesty's will!" Tissaphernes said cautiously.

"It would be nice to cause them to fight among themselves!" Artaxerxes flicked his chin with his finger.He still has lingering fears when he thinks about the violent attack of the Greek heavy infantry yesterday: "...if they don't want to surrender, let them... expel them from the country. Too many Persians have died in this rebellion! Don't let these The rude and barbaric Greeks continue to plunder our property and kill our people in my land!" Artaxerxes sighed.He has a gentle nature and does not like to argue with others, otherwise he would not have allowed little Cyrus to lead to this chaos.Even when Cyrus the Younger raised an army, he was still hesitant and wanted to retreat eastward.If the ministers had not tried their best to dissuade him and fully supported him, I am afraid that yesterday's battle would not have happened.

"Your Majesty, you love and care for the people of the empire like your own children! I am extremely happy that the empire has such a benevolent monarch like you!" Tissaphernes' words came from the sincerity.In fact, it was because of this character of Artaxerxes that he won the support of the vast majority of ministers and nobles. Although Cyrus the Younger rebelled, there was no major turmoil in the core area of ​​the empire.

"Your Majesty, I have an idea!... It is better to drive the Greeks northward..." Tissaphernes said.

Artaxerxes pondered, and he understood that Tissaphernes did not want the Greeks to trample on his jurisdiction, Asia Minor, again.

"To the north..." His eyes lit up, and he thought of those mountain tribes who were unwilling to surrender and rebellious, such as the Dukeya people...

Let these barbarians eat dog!He thought with a smile on his lips.

"You are fully responsible for this matter! I'm waiting for your good news in Persepolis!" After saying this, he couldn't wait to go home.Because news came yesterday: there was another riot in the east of Persepolis.He must rush back to the capital as soon as possible to take charge.Moreover, he also began to miss his queen Statila.

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

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

Yes, he is no longer Davos himself, his soul comes from China in the 21st century.As a government civil servant, he worked hard for more than ten years before being promoted to the director of the Municipal High-tech Development Zone.His friends gave him a banquet to celebrate, and he got very drunk. When he woke up, he found that he was in a strange place and became a strange person.

He pinched his thigh again and again just to prove that he was dreaming. To this day, his thigh still aches a little.

After a long night of adaptation, he no longer struggled with why he appeared here.His adaptability is quite strong: when he entered the government agency with the No. 1 score in the city's civil service examination, he was sent to work as a village official in a remote and impoverished mountainous area, where he stayed for several years.Not only did he persevere, but his outstanding performance won the favor of the county leaders and he was recalled and entrusted with important tasks.

...It's just his parents, and his girlfriend who is about to get married... Now they are separated by time and space, and there will never be a day to meet again... He took a long breath, trying to blow away the sadness in his heart.

After walking slowly for a short distance, his mood calmed down slightly.He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and warned himself: Since we have arrived in a new world, let's survive here tenaciously!

Based on the remaining memories of this body, he knew that "he" was a Thessalian.Two years ago, due to lack of livelihood, at the age of 17, he went out to work as mercenaries to earn money with his friends from the same village.A year ago, there was a conflict between Macedonia and Thessaly. The Macedonian cavalry attacked his hometown. His parents were killed and his relatives were taken captive... Now, he is considered alone.This time, he followed the mercenary leader Menon and helped the Persian prince Cyrus fight.

His companions thought he was asleep last night, but in fact he had been listening to their conversation.Through conversations with his companions, he learned more.As a good young man in the 21st century, he can barely be considered an angry youth.When I was a village official, in order to survive the long lonely nights, I spent most of my time online.It has almost become his side job to vent in some military forums.Therefore, I have learned a lot about historical military knowledge, and I know that I may have been in this period after the Peloponnesian War.

As for the Greek mercenaries helping the Persian princes to rebel and usurp the throne, which period of Western history does this involve?As a non-history major, the requirements were too high and he really couldn't figure it out.Until someone said the words "We have tens of thousands of Greek heavy infantry", which evoked his hidden memory.

That was once when someone on the forum advocated that in order to understand ancient Western history, certain books must be read. One of the books on the list was "The Long March", which aroused his curiosity: Was there also a Long March in the ancient West?Because the author happens to be a historical celebrity he knows, so he checked it online and found out that it comes from the famous ancient Western historical event "The Great Evacuation of Ten Thousand People from Greece".

Because Davos vaguely remembered that the rebel prince died in the rebellion because of his recklessness, he blurted out in a moment of urgency.But he didn't expect that other people had more or less hopes that Cyrus would win and everyone would get rich together, and they couldn't accept his guess at all.

Facing one question after another, he didn't want to have a bad relationship with his companions when he first arrived. Perhaps he also had a little fantasy in his heart: maybe this was not that historical event.So, he fell silent.

As a result, everyone broke up unhappy.He didn't sleep well that night.The unfamiliar environment and fear of the future made him toss and turn and find it difficult to sleep.

Early the next morning, he walked out of the tent and faced this strange new world for the first time. What he saw were tents one after another, seemingly endless at first glance.

Breathing the moist and fresh air, he mustered up the courage to move forward.Occasionally, someone would come out of the tent and greet him when they saw him, and he would respond with a smile.There were even soldiers who knew that he was injured and asked about his injury with concern, and he would stop to express his gratitude and take the opportunity to chat a few words and learn something about the situation from others.Obviously it was not because he was a big shot that everyone was friendly to him, but because some of Menon's mercenaries were Thessalians, and many of them even fought side by side with him for more than two years. All very familiar.So as he walked, his strangeness gradually dissipated.

A horse neighed and a sheep could be heard not far away, attracting him to move forward.In Davers' memory, this large area surrounded by wooden fences and located in the center of their military camp was the baggage camp of the mercenaries led by Menon. There were not only many pack horses and pack mules, but also looting along the way. Some cattle and sheep arrived, as well as a batch of food that Cyrus the Younger distributed to Menon.Moreover, there are businessmen stationed inside, and when passing through big cities, there will even be prostitutes from nearby who come here to make money.

When he reached the entrance, he was stopped by a group of guards armed with spears.

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

Davos glanced at him and turned away. He didn't want to cause trouble.Behind him, the fat man scolded the guards: "Next time someone comes, you must be more fierce, otherwise you will not be able to suppress 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 are seriously short of food!I don’t know how much food the Persian army broke in yesterday and took away.He was thinking as he walked, and before he knew it, a simple wall made of branches and sticks inserted loosely into the soil appeared in front of him, blocking his progress.Although there were still densely packed tents in front of him, he knew that it was already another mercenary camp.

At this time, the sun has risen high in the sky, the thick fog gradually disperses, and the sight can be seen far away.The sky is high and the fields are wide, the wind is refreshing, and I am immersed in it 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, and the legendary hanging garden It is coveted; one is the mother river of the people of Mesopotamia.But I don’t know if I have a chance to take a look?
However, the sudden boiling of the camp startled him, who was distracted.An uneasy feeling came to his mind, and he returned quickly.

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

His heart sank: This is really the evacuation of thousands of people from Greece!Wouldn’t it be better to spend the rest of your time on the run?
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