"Yes, Your Majesty!" Tisafonis couldn't help but glanced at Masabadi, thinking: No wonder this guy looks ugly, if the Queen Mother Parisatis knew that her most beloved youngest son was beheaded Hand, will never give up!
"Tisafonis, do you think the Greeks will surrender?"
"Your Majesty!... Based on what I know about 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!" Tisafonis said cautiously.
"It's good to cause them to quarrel!" Artaxerxes flicked his chin with his fingers. He still had a lingering fear when he remembered the swift and violent attack of the Greek heavy infantry yesterday: "... if they don't want to surrender, they... deport them. This rebellion has already killed too many Persians! Don't let these rude and barbaric people The Greeks will continue on my land, plundering our property! Killing our people!" Artaxerxes sighed. He is gentle in nature and doesn't like to argue with others, otherwise he would not have condoned little Cyrus until now, causing this chaos. Even when little Cyrus raised his army, he was hesitant and wanted to retreat to the east. If the ministers hadn't strongly discouraged him and fully supported him, I'm afraid yesterday's battle would not have happened.
"Your Majesty, you love the people of the empire like your own child! I am very happy that the empire has a benevolent monarch like you!" Tisafonis's 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, so that although the little Cyrus rebelled, there was no major turmoil in the core area of the empire.
"Your Majesty, I have an idea! ... It's better to drive the Greeks north..." Tisafonis said.
Artaxerxes pondered, knowing that Tisafonis did not want the Greeks to trample over his territory, Asia Minor, again.
"To the north..." His eyes lit up, thinking of those mountain tribes who were unwilling to surrender and were rebellious, such as the Dukiya...
Let these barbarian dogs bite the dogs! He thought, a smile forming on the corner of his mouth.
"You are solely responsible for this matter! I am waiting for your good news in Persepolis!" After saying this, he couldn't wait to go home. Because yesterday came the news that there was another riot in the east of Persepolis. He must rush back to the capital as soon as possible. Also, he was starting to miss his queen, Statilla.
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In the early morning, the mist filled the Kunasak area, the entire Greek military camp was quiet, and most people were still asleep.
Davos stepped out of the tent and looked at the 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 city's high-tech development zone. Friends threw a feast for him to celebrate, he was very drunk, and when he woke up, he found himself in a strange place and became a stranger.
He once pinched his thighs again and again, just to prove that he was dreaming, and to this day his thighs are still a little sore.
After a long night of adjustment, he no longer struggled with why he appeared here. His adaptability is strong: he entered the government agency with the first place in the city's civil service examination, but he was sent to a remote and impoverished mountainous area as a village official, and he stayed for several years. He not only persevered, but also won the favor of the county leaders with his excellent performance, and was recalled to be entrusted with important tasks.
... just his own parents, and his girlfriend who is about to marry... But now they are separated by 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 down a little. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and warned himself: Since we have arrived in a new world, let's live tenaciously here first!
According to the remnants of this body, he knew that "himself" was a Thessaly. Two years ago, because of his livelihood, when he was only seventeen, he went out to earn money as a mercenary with his friends from the same village. A year ago, Macedonia and Thessaly clashed, Macedonian cavalry attacked his hometown, his parents were killed, relatives were taken captive... Now, he is considered a single person. This time, he followed Menon, the leader of the mercenaries, to help the Persian prince Cyrus the Younger.
Last night his companions thought he was asleep, when in fact he had been listening to their conversation. Through the conversations of his companions, he learned more. As a good young man in the 21st century, he is barely 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. It has almost become his side business to vent in some military forums. Therefore, I have learned a lot of historical military knowledge, and I know that I may be in this time period after the Peloponnesian War.
As for the Greek mercenaries helping the Persian prince to rebel and usurp the throne, which part of Western history is involved. As a non-historical professional, the requirements are too high, he really can't think of it. Until someone mentioned the phrase "we Greek tens of thousands of infantrymen", which evoked his hidden memory.
There was a time when someone advocated in the forum that to understand the ancient history of the West, you must read certain books. One of the books listed in the list aroused his curiosity: there was also a Long March in the ancient West? Because the author happened to be a famous historical person he knew, so he checked the Internet and found out that it came from the famous western ancient historical event of the "Greek Retreat of Ten Thousand People".
Because Davos vaguely remembered that the rebel prince in the incident died in the rebel army because of his recklessness, he blurted out in a hurry. But he didn't expect that other people's hearts were more or less holding the desire of little Cyrus to win and everyone to make a fortune together, and he couldn't accept his guess at all.
Faced with question after question, he didn't want to have a deadlocked relationship with his companions when he first arrived. Maybe he also had a little fantasy in his heart: maybe this was not that historical event. So he was silent.
As a result, everyone broke up. He didn't sleep well that night. The unfamiliar environment and the 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. He was greeted by tents one after another, which seemed endless at first glance.
Breathing in the moist, fresh air, he mustered the courage to move forward. Occasionally someone came out of the tent and saw that he would greet him, and he responded with a smile. There were even soldiers who knew of his injuries and asked him about his injuries with concern. He would stop to express his gratitude, and take the opportunity to chat a few words and learn something from other people's mouths. Obviously, it was not because he was a big man that everyone treated him friendly, but the mercenaries under Menon, some of whom were Thessaly, and many of them even fought side by side with him for more than two years. are all familiar. So as he walked, his strangeness gradually dissipated.
The neighing of horses and sheep came from not far away, attracting him to move forward. In Davos' memory, this large area surrounded by wooden fences and located in the center of their barracks was the baggage camp of the mercenaries led by Menon. There were not only many pack horses, pack mules, but also looters along the way. Some of the cattle and sheep that came, and some food that Cyrus the Younger had distributed to Menon. Moreover, there are also merchants stationed in it, and when passing through big cities, there are even nearby ** who come here to make money.
As he reached the entrance, a team of spear-wielding guards stopped him.
"No one is allowed to enter without Menon's order!" shouted a squat man from behind the guard.
Davers glanced at him and 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 vicious, or you won't be able to stop these thieves! Five sheep have been lost since last night. If you punish 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. As he walked, he pondered, and before he knew it, a simple fence made of branches and sticks loosely inserted into the soil appeared in front of him, blocking his progress. Although the front was still densely packed with tents, he knew that it was another mercenary camp.
At this time, the sun has risen high in the sky, the thick fog gradually dissipated, and the line of sight has been far away. The sky is high and the wild 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 the Euphrates River is not far away: one is the capital of one of the four ancient civilizations, and the legendary Hanging Garden makes People yearn for; one is the mother river of the peoples of the Mesopotamian plains. But don't know if there is a chance to see it
However, the suddenly boiling camp startled him absentmindedly. An uneasy feeling came to his heart, and he hurried back.
At this time, the soldiers got out of the tent one after another, with nervous expressions, discussing each other excitedly. Those words that entered his ears were transformed into six words: Little Cyrus is dead!
His heart sank: this is really the Greek evacuation event! Wouldn't it be time to spend it on the way to escape