"Yes, King!" Tisaponis couldn't help but glance at Massabadi and thought: No wonder this guy looks ugly, if Queen Mother Paris Satis knew that her most beloved youngest son had been beheaded and his hands cut off, he would never give up!

"Tisaponis, do you think the Greeks will surrender?"

"King! …… From what I know of the main Greek mercenary leaders, I'm afraid ...... Hard. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info However, there may be a few people who will be willing to obey Your Majesty's will! Tisa Finnis said cautiously.

"It's good to cause them to fight!" Artaxerxes flicked his jaw with his fingers. Yesterday's rapid onslaught of the Greek heavy infantry, to this day, he still has lingering palpitations: "...... If they are unwilling to surrender, ...... them Deportation. Too many Persians have died in this rebellion! Don't let these rude and savage Greeks continue to plunder our belongings in my land! Kill our people! Artaxerxes sighed. He was gentle by nature and did not like to argue with others, otherwise he would not have connived at Cyrus the Younger to this day, causing this great chaos. Even, when Cyrus the Younger raised his army, he hesitated and wanted to retreat east. If it weren't for the ministers' efforts to dissuade him and give him their full support, I'm afraid yesterday's battle would not have happened.

"Your Majesty, you love the people of the Empire like your own children! I am very glad that the empire has such a benevolent monarch as you! Tisa Finnis said this from the heart. In fact, it was because of Artaxerxes' character that he won the support of the vast majority of ministers and nobles, so that although Cyrus the Younger rebelled, there was no major upheaval in the core of the empire.

"Your Majesty, the minister has an idea! …… It would be better to drive the Greeks north......" said Tisafnis.

Artaxerxes groaned, knowing that Tisaponis did not want the Greeks to trample on his territory of Asia Minor again.

"...... to the north," his eyes lit up, and he remembered the unruly hill tribes who were unwilling to submit and unruly, such as the Dukya......

Let these barbarians dog-eat-dog go! He thought, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"It's up to you! I await your good news in Persepolis! With that, he couldn't wait to go home. Because yesterday came the news: there was another riot in the east of Persepolis. He must rush back to the capital as soon as possible. Moreover, he began to miss his queen Startila.

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

Davers stepped out of the tent and looked curiously at the strange place.

Yes, he is no longer Davers himself, his soul comes from China in the XXI century. As a government civil servant, it took more than ten years to be promoted to the director of the Municipal High-tech Development Zone. His friends congratulated him with a feast, and he got drunk, only to wake up to find himself in a strange place and a stranger.

He had pinched his thigh again and again, just to prove that he was dreaming, and to this day his thigh still has a faint pain.

After a long night of adaptation, he no longer struggled with why he was here. He was quite adaptable: he entered the government with the first place in the city's civil service examination, but he was sent to work as a village official in a remote and impoverished mountainous area, where 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.

…… It's just his parents, and his girlfriend who is about to talk about marriage...... Now they are separated by time and space, and there is no day to meet again...... He took a long breath, trying to blow away the sadness in his heart.

After walking slowly for a short time, his mood calmed down slightly. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and told himself: Since he has arrived in a new world, let's live here tenaciously first!

Based on the remnants of this body's memories, he knew that "himself" was a Thessalian. Two years ago, at the age of 17, he went out with his fellow villagers to earn money as mercenaries because of his livelihood. And a year earlier, Macedonia clashed with Thessaly, the Macedonian cavalry attacked his homeland, his parents were killed, and his relatives were taken captive...... Now, he's single. This time, he followed Menon, the leader of the mercenaries, to fight against the Persian prince Cyrus the Younger.

His companions thought he had slept last night, but he had been listening to their conversation. He learned more through the conversations of his companions. As a good young man in the 21st century, he can barely be regarded as an angry young man. When I was a village official, in order to survive the long lonely nights, I spent most of my time online. In some military forums, it has almost become his side job. Therefore, I learned a lot about historical and military knowledge, and I knew that I probably knew that it was in the period after the Peloponnesian War.

As for the Greek mercenaries helping the Persian prince to rebel against the usurpation, which part of Western history is involved? As a non-history professional, the requirements were too high for him to come up with. Until someone said the phrase "We are tens of thousands of heavy infantry in Greece", which evoked his hidden memory.

Once, someone in the forum advocated that in order to understand the ancient history of the West, certain books must be read, and one of the books listed was "The Long March", which aroused his curiosity: The ancient West also had the Long March? Because the author also happens to be a historical celebrity he knows, he looked it up on the Internet by the way, and found out that it came from the famous ancient Western historical event of "The Great Retreat of Ten Thousand Men in Greece".

Because Davers vaguely remembered that the rebellious prince in the incident died in the chaos because of his recklessness, he blurted out in a hurry. But I didn't expect that other people had more or less the desire of little Cyrus to win and everyone get rich together, and they couldn't accept his speculation at all.

Faced with one question after another, he didn't want to have a bad relationship with his companion when he first arrived, and perhaps he also had a trace of fantasy in his heart: maybe this was not that historical event. So, he fell silent.

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

Early the next morning, he stepped out of the tent and faced this strange new world for the first time.

Breathing in the moist and fresh air, he plucked up the courage to move forward. Occasionally, someone came out of the tent and greeted him when he saw him, and he smiled in response. Even when a soldier who knew that he was wounded asked about his injury with concern, he would stop to express his gratitude and take the opportunity to chat and learn something from others. Obviously, it was not because he was a big man that everyone treated him kindly, but because Menon had mercenaries, some of whom were Thessalians, and many of them, who had even fought side by side with him for more than two years, knew each other well. So as he walked, his strangeness gradually dissipated.

Not far away, a horse neighed and a sheep barked, attracting him to move forward. In Davers's memory, this large area enclosed by a wooden fence in the center of their barracks was a baggage camp for the mercenaries led by Menon, and it contained pack horses and mules, as well as some cattle and sheep looted along the way, as well as a quantity of food that Cyrus the Younger had given to Menon along the way. And there are merchants stationed in it, and when passing through big cities, there will even be nearby ** to make money here.

As he reached the entrance, he was stopped by a team of guards armed with spears.

"No one is allowed to enter without Menon's orders!" Behind the guard, a stocky man shouted angrily.

Davers glanced at him and turned away, he didn't want to get in trouble. Behind him, the fat man reprimanded the guards: "Next time someone comes, you must be more fierce, otherwise you won't be able to stop this gang of thieves!" Since last night, five sheep have been lost, and when Menon punishes me, I will punish you!" ”

It seems that the mercenaries are seriously short of food! It is not known how much food the Persian army broke in yesterday and stole it. As he walked, he pondered, and before he knew it, a simple wall made of branches and sticks loosely inserted in the dirt appeared in front of him, blocking his way. Although there were still dense tents in front of him, he knew that it was another mercenary camp.

By this time, the sun had risen high in the sky, the fog had gradually lifted, and the line of sight was far away. The sky is high and the fields are wide, the wind is refreshing, and I am intoxicated for a while...... I heard my companions say that the city ahead is Babylon, and not far away is the Euphrates: the capital of one of the four ancient civilizations, and the legendary hanging gardens are desirable; One is the mother river of the people of the plains of Mesopotamia. But I don't know if there is a chance to see it?

However, the sudden boiling camp alarmed him. A feeling of unease welled up in his heart, and he hurried back.

At this time, the soldiers came out of the tents one after another, with nervous expressions, and discussed excitedly with each other. The words that came to his ears were transformed into six words: Death to little Cyrus!

His heart sank: this is really the great retreat of 10,000 people in Greece! Wouldn't the rest of the flight be spent on the run!