"The king's army is coming! The king's army is coming!!..." A scout cavalry rushed from a distance, shouting repeatedly in Persian and Greek.
The soldiers, who were about to stop to rest, became agitated.
"Partikias, is what you said true? Artaxerxes is really here?!" Seeing the cavalry who had just jumped off the horse, Cyrus the young asked impatiently.
"Yes, Your Royal Highness. Artaxerxes is here! Artaxerxes is here too! And that... Damn Tisafonis is here too!!" Partikias gasped. Said in a hoarse voice.
"Very good, my friend! Very good! He is finally here!!" Little Cyrus jumped off his horse excitedly, and while letting his servants put on his breastplate, he shouted to his adjutant Arreus: "Notice All troops, prepare to fight!!"
"Yes, Your Highness!" Arreus hurriedly called to the messenger: "Inform the Greeks immediately, and quickly form a formation on our right flank! Prepare to fight!"
The messenger galloped away.
Arreus called again the Persian generals. Cyrus the Younger let them lead the soldiers on his left flank, while he led eight hundred cavalry in the center.
Careful Artapates asked, "How many enemies are there?"
"About 60,000... or 80,000..." Partikias recalled the sight he had seen, with a hint of fear on his face.
"So many people!!" The attendants exclaimed, with expressions of fear on their faces.
"Haha! Are you afraid? My friend." Little Cyrus stepped forward and gave Partikias a strong hug, not disliking his dusty and sweaty body at all. Then, he turned on his horse and shouted to the surrounding: "Friends, are you afraid?!"
The followers of Cyrus the Younger and the bodyguards of course expressed their bravery one after another.
"No matter how many soldiers Artaxerxes had, he was still the timid Artaxerxes! Don't forget, a beagle can scare him to pee!" There was laughter all around.
"And I have you! And my army! Together we have defeated the mighty Athens! The Athens that has defeated our Persia many times!" Every time Cyrus' eyes swept over a person, that person straightened his chest.
"We still have brave Greeks! They are fighting side by side with us!" Little Cyrus looked to the right - there, the Greek heavy infantry began to form a slow formation. Seeing this, he was full of confidence: "We are unstoppable! We are unbeatable!!"
"Wan Sheng!" Altapates shouted first, and then everyone rushed to shout: "Wan Sheng!!"
Facing the high morale, little Cyrus raised his right hand: "Friends! Warriors! After this victory, I swear to the supreme god Mazda that I will do my best to repay your friendship and dedication!! "
"Cyrus, thegreat!!" Someone shouted. Immediately, like a flash flood, the shouting was like a tidal wave.
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"Hey, Matonis. Is there a situation?" Davos couldn't help but patted the soldier in front of him on the shoulder again.
"How many times have you asked! No! No!" Matonis wiped his sweaty neck with his free left hand, and shouted irritably, "Why hasn't the enemy come yet? The sun has reached the middle of the sky. If I wait any longer, I'll be scorched by its flames!"
"Matonis, even if your meat is cooked, I don't want to smell it. During this time, I want to vomit after eating meat." A soldier next to him said glibly, causing the soldiers to burst into laughter.
"Shut up! Olivers, you horny bastard, if you want me to put your hand in your mouth and let you taste your own flesh, keep talking!" Matonis waved With strong arms, he threatened viciously.
"Oh, I'm so scared!" Olivers pretended to be scared, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"Stand up, stop making trouble! Menon is here!" As soon as Shiros finished speaking, he heard a sharp voice: "Stinky boys, where do you think this is! Do you have a banquet at your house? ?"
A well-proportioned warrior with a red cap tassel on his helmet stood in front of the phalanx, pointing at them and scolding: "This is a battlefield! If you don't do your best, Hades will be happy to visit you!"
"Bad mouth Menon!" Someone shouted in the team.
"Who said that?! Stand up for me!!!" Everyone held back their laughter, gleefully watching Mei Long jumping in front of him and shouting in exasperation.
At this time, someone shouted sharply: "Look, ahead!!!"
The soldiers then looked ahead. Soon, the smile on his face was quickly replaced by panic.
At the end of the line of sight, smoke and dust rose from the sky, covering the hills, trees, and houses, and it was gray.
After a while, a thin black line drilled out of the smoke and began to stretch to the sides, gradually thickening...
After a while, when the soldiers could barely see the outline of the enemy, countless lights began to shine in the eyes of everyone in the dazzling sunlight.
Armor, spears, shields… The cold light emitted is like the endless Milky Way in the night sky; footsteps, shouts, and horse neighs converge into a rolling sound that makes even the earth tremble, not to mention people’s legs.
Just when Olivers felt like he was about to fall, Helos shouted, "Prepare to fight!"
"Ready to fight!!"
"Ready to fight!!!"
The Greek mercenary soldiers put on their helmets one after another, took off the round shield hanging on their left shoulder, held stab guns, and began to beat the shield.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..." The huge noise made Olivers and these soldiers realize that they were also in a powerful force, and their mood gradually calmed down.
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The army of the Persian king was still advancing slowly and orderly: the hobs and wagons were at the forefront, followed by the unarmored archers, then the light cavalry, and finally the infantry with long shields and the spears and rattan shields. infantry. The heavy armored cavalry is divided into two parts, one part is guarding the Persian king; the other part is deployed on the far left flank of the army...
The mighty Persian army was like a thick layer of clouds in the sky before the storm, slowly pressing down and suffocating.
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At this moment, little Cyrus took a few entourages along the army formation, galloping from left to right, giving instructions to every Greek mercenary leader...
With the continuous cheers, he had reached the far right of the Greek formation, and he could even see the roaring Euphrates not far away.
"Salute to you, Your Highness!" Clearkus gave a military salute.
The little Cyrus looked down at the Greek man he trusted most, pointed to the position of the army of the Persian king opposite, and said, "When the battle begins, I hope you will lead your men to the center of the enemy. Defeat Artaxerxes. , the victory of this battle must be ours!"