The next day, news that made everyone even more excited came, Tisafonis announced that Greek mercenaries could loot in this area to obtain provisions.
Everyone cheered, only Davos was silent: looting... it's revenge on little Cyrus! But do the people here have anything to do with the little Cyrus rebelling? … No! Just because they live here, they are going to suffer this catastrophe! Tisafonis is indeed vicious! And what about the Greeks?…
In the afternoon, Menon mercenaries stormed a village.
The peaceful village soon screamed and cried...
Davos saw with his own eyes that most of his comrades-in-arms, who were usually close and friendly with him, turned into robbers at this moment: they stabbed the Persian men who tried to stop them, kicked over the old man who was holding them begging, and picked up Tao Tao crying. Persian women broke into every house, took livestock, stole gold and silver, and carried food... Each of them had a hideous expression of greed and madness on their faces, which made Davos feel so unfamiliar.
Davos was like a wandering soul, wandering feebly in the village, and seeing his soldiers all cast a surprised look at him. There were blood-covered Persians lying on the ground pointing at him and scolding him, and a staggering old man hugged him and begged... Although he didn't understand, he understood in his heart what they were scolding? What are you begging for? But there was nothing he could do.
As if avoiding the plague, he staggered and wanted to run to a place where no one was there, dodging the angry eyes that made him feel remorse. At the same time, I kept comforting myself in my heart: This is war. This is war! ! I was forced to...
At this moment, a sudden scream awakened him from absent-mindedness: it was Olivers' voice!
Davos was shocked: Olivers may be in danger!
He quickly followed the sound and broke into a house. A Persian man had collapsed in a pool of blood in the yard. Before he could think about it, he kicked open the open door: Olivers was naked, lying motionless on the bed. A *** was curled up at the head of the bed, and a girl of about ten years old stood beside the bed, holding a large stone in her hand, trembling all over...
Seeing this situation, Davos could probably guess what happened: Obviously, Olivers took a fancy to the hostess's beauty, killed the hostess first, and then forcibly carried the woman onto the bed and raped her. The daughter who was hiding ran out and stoned him...
Shameless! He cursed inwardly, but out of the concern of his comrades, he shouted, "Olivers, are you all right?!"
Olivers didn't answer, but woke the little girl. She quickly turned her head and saw another Greek soldier standing at the door, screaming and screaming like he was greatly stimulated: "Robber! Robber! Kill you!! Smash you to death!!..." She threw the stone in her hand at Davos with great effort, and threw at him at the same time.
Davos subconsciously blocked the stone with the round shield in his left hand, and naturally revealed the stab gun held in his right hand.
The girl turned a blind eye to the shiny spear tip, didn't dodge it, and rushed straight towards it like a madman.
Davos didn't have time to dodge, he only felt his right hand sink, and the girl's hands fell on him weakly as soon as they caught his face.
The woman on the bed let out a desperate cry and rushed over naked. Davos took a few steps back weakly, and let the woman hug the girl with the stabbing gun in her chest tightly. The heart-piercing shout was like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart, making him feel The world was spinning, and he was about to faint, but was supported by someone.
"Are you all right?!" In a trance, Davos heard Hiros' voice.
"I'm fine." He pushed Shiros away and walked slowly into the yard.
Hiros had discovered Davos' strangeness before, so he followed him all the time. At this moment, although he was worried about Davos, he was even more worried about the safety of Olivers in the house. He quickly ran into the house...
When he walked out of the house, he found Davos sitting on the side of the road, leaning against the courtyard wall, staring blankly at the sky, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking...
Shiros wanted to pull him up, but felt it was inappropriate. After thinking about it, he simply sat with Davos...
I don't know how long it took, Davos suddenly stood up, shouted loudly and repeatedly in a strange voice, tears streaming down his cheeks...
After a while, he calmed down and asked, "What about the woman?"
"She's crazy." Shiros sighed.
Davers was silent for a long time, then said: "She has died of her husband and daughter, and perhaps going mad is the best relief for her..."
"Yeah." Hiros felt the sympathy in his words, and added: "Olivers is fine, but he was stunned. He woke up just now and rested in the room."
Davos didn't speak, Hiros couldn't help trembling when he saw the cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Now, we're going to ask the Zhuangzi people if there is anyone familiar with Persian geography." Davos stood up.
Hiros hesitated: "We just robbed them, I'm afraid they don't want to tell us."
"There will be a way for them to say it." Davos said lightly, but it made Hiros feel a chill. Davos in front of him seemed to be a little different from him before. Hiros didn't know whether this change was good or bad...
At dusk, the mercenaries left the village full of clutter and crying, and returned with a reward. And Davos also found the person he wanted - a Persian businessman. In order to get him to speak, Davos also asked Hiros to capture his wife and daughter. Although Tisafonis made it clear that no Persian was allowed to be captured as a slave, the Menon Barracks turned a blind eye to what Davos had done, and even covered it up for him.
Davers successfully brought the man back to the barracks.
… … … … …
"You mean our team has been heading northwest?" Davos asked, looking at the Persian businessman named Marigi. The translator next to him repeated Davos' words in Persian.
The Persian, who was not tall, had a slightly chubby body and claimed to be just a small businessman, gave Davos a careful look, then quickly lowered his head and gestured on the grass with a branch: "According to what you said before, you are I want to go back to Ionia. Ionia is in the Aegean Sea to the west. You have passed Babylon, Odis, and now you are here again... If you keep going west, not only is the road far away, but the Taurus Mountains are difficult to climb. , you have to take a detour..."
He looked up at Davos again, and saw that he was listening carefully, and the volume was louder: "So you are obviously heading northwest along the Tigris River, through the Duqya Mountains, Amelia, and finally to the Eoke's Sea (i.e. the Black Sea) by boat, back to Ioria..."
"Oh, so it is! It seems that Tisafonis' route arrangement is reasonable." Olivers shouted suddenly.
Davers found that Marigi trembled visibly when he heard this. He glared at Olivers immediately.
"Shut up!" Matonis cursed in a low voice. Olivers, who usually likes to bicker with Matonis, actually obediently stopped talking.
Davos stared at the sketch on the ground, looked at it carefully for a while, and then asked, "Where do you think it will be more troublesome to march on our future route?"
Marigi said without hesitation: "Dukeya Mountains! There are savage and fierce Dukeya people living there, and it is easy for strangers to pass through their land, but—" He glanced at Olivers and said quickly: "Your team is very large, and there are Persians leading the way, so it should be easy to pass."
"How do you know our team is huge?" Davos asked immediately.
"Because...because before I came in, I saw your barracks one by one..." Mariji began to tremble as he spoke.
Davos patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Don't be afraid, your observation skills are good. Tisafonis, do you know him?"
Marigi immediately shook his head, and suddenly he thought of something, and began to nod his head vigorously again, his voice trembling even more: "I just heard... because he once... reported our lord Cyrus for treason... almost got him beheaded..."
Davos looked at him, and he guiltily avoided Davos' direct gaze.