"Look over there!"

The sleepy soldiers woke up in an instant, and they saw the direction of the rising sun, on the distant horizon, with patches of cavalry galloping towards them. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After seeing the opponent's posture clearly, the soldiers suddenly became a mess, and they clamored to retreat, but it was too late.

Because, they are surrounded.

It was as if the enemy had descended from heaven and were pouring in from all directions on this vast plain.

"My God—" muttered the soldiers, clenching their muskets tightly, their hands trembling involuntarily.

In the face of a menacing army of hundreds of thousands, it is really difficult to raise the courage to resist.

Soon, the encirclement shrank to a circle no more than 100 meters in diameter, and the poor group of soldiers were surrounded in the center, huddled together tremblingly, with deep fear in their eyes, like trapped beasts in the Colosseum of ancient Rome, slaughtered in a long wait.

Straddled on the England pure-blooded horse, Zheng Fei held the sword of the king in his hand and looked at the group of weaklings with an expressionless face.

They were dressed in military uniforms, and it seemed that they should be the army of a certain country, and their panicked eyes revealed the frightened hearts, and it was not difficult to see that they were not the elite of the soldiers, at best, they were just a group of improvised miscellaneous soldiers, and perhaps they did not even have actual combat experience.

"Hey. ”

After being silent for a long time, Zheng Fei muttered, his expression still so numb.

According to his mood, he now longed to tie up this group of people in chains and throw them into the deep mountains and jungles of the Americas to feed the wolves.

However, out of reason, he knew that he could not do this for the time being, and he had to ask for some valuable information first.

"Who's the sir?" he said coldly, his gaze wandering over the soldiers, and finally at the general, as the soldiers were all looking.

The general hung his head, bit his lip with hatred, and said nothing.

"Who are you?" Zheng Fei then asked.

I don't know if he wanted to prove that he had a backbone or if he was too scared, but the general remained silent, his eyes rolling uneasily.

Zheng Fei smiled and nodded to the Spartan warrior next to him, and the warrior strode over, grabbing the general's neck and lifting it into the air without any delay.

The sudden suffocation made the general roll his eyes with his hands and feet, desperately trying to break free but found that the hand stuck in his neck was stronger than the iron tongs, and he wanted to beg but couldn't make a sound, his eyes were black and his brain was dazed.

Struggle, despair, giving up.

Just when he thought he was dying, he suddenly felt his neck loosened, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks, gasping for breath several times, and slowly came to his senses.

What happened? A question ran through his mind, and he couldn't help but raise his head to re-examine his enemy.

The Spartan warrior stood right in front of him, his stout body erect, staring at him proudly, with no trace of emotion in his eyes.

He subconsciously glanced at the hand, remembering the feeling of suffocating to despair, and still had palpitations.

Zheng Fei stared at the grizzled general, thinking that he should almost calm down, so he coughed lightly: "Let me ask again, who are you?"

"We—" The general hesitated, his eyes rolling.

Afraid of death, he didn't dare to answer, but he didn't know how to answer.

"Okay, I'll change the question, where are you from?" Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows.

"Portugal. The general replied immediately, nervous.

"What are you doing here?"

"I—" The general hung his head silently and cursed a damn word.

Zheng Fei sneered, deliberately suppressing his voice hoarsely: "Do you still want to experience the feeling just now?" But this time he will wring your throat." ”

"No, no, no..." The general waved his hand repeatedly, looked up in horror at the Spartan warrior standing in front of him, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

After brewing for a long time, he finally smiled helplessly and said, "We are here to find the tomb of Alexander the Great. ”

"Who?" Zheng Fei asked confirmatively, after a moment's pause.

"It's the ancient Macedonian king, Alexander the Great. The general looked at him with a very serious expression, not at all joking.

This made Zheng Fei's thinking confused for a while.

The tomb of Alexander the Great, how could it be ...

Alexander the Great, the king of ancient Macedonia, a famous military strategist and statesman in world history, is one of the four greatest military commanders in European history, the other three are the ancient Roman military commander Julius Caesar, the Carthaginian general Hannibal, known as the father of strategy, and the French Emperor Napoleon, who has a glorious record and a body.

He was resourceful, first established his dominance in the whole of Greece, and later destroyed the Persian Empire, and established a vast country with Babylon as its capital in the vast land across Europe and Asia from ancient Greece and Macedonia in the west, to the Ganges River valley in India in the east, to the first waterfall of the Nile River in the south, and to Babylon as the capital in the north.

Alexander the Great was undoubtedly a great man.

But no matter how great he is, how can a European's grave appear on the other side of the Atlantic, in the New World of America...

Could it be that Europeans had come to America as early as the third century B.C.? Absolutely impossible! Leaving aside the shipping routes and navigation techniques, the ships of that time were built at a level that was not even capable of sailing in the Mediterranean, and was absolutely incapable of crossing the Atlantic.

So, what's going on?

Thinking about these obviously illogical things in his mind, Zheng Fei didn't have any clue for a long time, and his brows became tighter and tighter.

The tomb of Alexander the Great ... Alexander...

Suddenly, he shook his head and his eyes lit up.

I vaguely remember that Hyreddin once said that a lot of information about the Fountain of Youthfulness was learned from "The Legend of Alexander the Great".

Alexander the Great and the Fountain of Youth, what is the unknown connection?

Thinking of this, Zheng Fei quickly came back from his contemplation, looked at the general with a puzzled face, and asked, "Where is his grave?"

"Right next to the base, the area I asked the soldiers to dig. "The general told the truth without reservation, he was a smart man, and he knew that in such a situation, lying would never do him any good.

He also knew that there was little hope of his survival, but he knew that as long as the secret about Alexander the Great had not been clarified, the enemy would not kill him.

Hearing the general's words, the soldiers were stunned and looked at each other.

Didn't you say that the gold diggers had become grave diggers again...