"Look, Prince, Your Majesty's personal guard is back!"

The old man suddenly pointed to the bottom of the city wall.

Hector looked over the place, where a troop of Trojan soldiers was returning.

This was the personal guard of the king of Troy, who only obeyed the orders of the king of Troy.

"What's that?"

Faintly.

Hector seemed to see a huge black shadow at the end of the great guard.

Horses made of wood?

Finally, when the guards reached the city gates, Hector finally saw what the huge black shadow was.

Why did the Greeks leave such a thing?

Hector's brow furrowed again, full of puzzlement.

……

The Trojan horse is huge, five or six meters tall and more than ten meters long.

Dorans used tens of thousands of professional carpenters to make it overnight.

The Trojan soldiers didn't care about the huge wooden horses, and they carried them directly into the city gate and placed them aside.

In the evening.

The king of Troy ordered the whole city to revel.

The menacing Greeks quietly withdrew, and he finally no longer had to worry about it all day, he had to celebrate, he had to make a big fanfare.

Night.

Night is falling.

The sky, dark blue, seemed to be momentarily overlooked, and the ink spread out on the rice paper, spreading unscrupulously into the distance, while the color faded in the distance. The moon was half-hidden in the stratus clouds, as if the Yiren smiled, and covered his lips.

The night is like a thick inkstone, so deep that it can't be dissolved......

In the city of Troy.

At the moment, it was full of bonfires, shining as if it were day.

The entire people of the city-state of Troy were filled with a cheerful laugh of singing and dancing.

The attacks of the Greeks for days had overwhelmed their little hearts.

Although the city of Troy is known as a city blessed by the gods, no one knows whether it is real or fake, except for a few people.

These ordinary people have no way of knowing.

Today.

The wolf-like Greek soldiers finally retreated, and they could finally get a good night's sleep.

It is also like all things are removed, only wine and poetry remain.

The night was slightly cold and intoxicating, and the whole Trojan city-state was filled with the narcotic sensation of alcohol, and everyone's faces were ruddy and slightly drunk, and they walked around.

Wine is a kind of spiritual sustenance for people. Some people drink when they are happy, and they say: "borrow wine to help the fun", but the result is often that the excitement is not helped, but the happiness is lost, and the trouble is wrong, and even the death is lost; Some people drink when they are in pain, saying that they are "borrowing wine to drown their sorrows", but in the end, they are "borrowing wine to drown their sorrows".

There is no doubt that the Trojan subjects at this time were of this kind.

Everyone, from the princes and ministers, to the ordinary people, didn't know that at this time, the sickle of death had been quietly placed on their necks, and only the last kick was ripe and the heads fell to the ground......

Odysseus's Trojan Horse plan was to make huge Trojan horses to hide as many Greeks as possible in the horse's belly. The rest left the shores of Troy by boat and retreated to the island of Tenedos. Before leaving, the barracks must be completely burned down, so that the Trojans can see the fireworks on the city walls, and they will be unguarded and boldly go out of the city.

At the same time, while completely withdrawing from the Trojan coast, he specially let a soldier unknown to the Trojans, pretending to be a fleeing victim, to sneak into the city, telling them that the Greeks were going to kill Agreus as a sacrifice to the gods in order to retreat safely, but he managed to escape.

For this purpose, the Greeks built a huge wooden horse dedicated to Pallas Athena, an enemy of the Trojans.

In connection with Troy, there is also a fable.

An eagle chases a pigeon. The pigeon flew into the crevice of the rock and hid. The eagle waited for a long time by the rock, but the pigeon did not come out. The eagle took refuge in the nearby bushes. The stupid pigeon flew out. The eagle immediately pounced and grabbed it with its talons.

You can't storm the city of Troy, you can only outwit it.

As it turned out, the Greeks attacked the city of Troy by brute force for ten years to no avail, and relying on the Trojan horse strategy, Troy fell completely in one night.

None of the gods are omnipotent, let alone their protection.

……

Time passed quietly, and the night gradually deepened, and the thick seemed to be a pool of ink.

Now.

The city-state of Troy.

The main road leading to the Trojan palace was full of drunkards, both men and women, who had drunk a lot.

Somewhere in a silent corner.

Twelve huge wooden horses suddenly moved slowly.

The next moment, there was a bang......

The huge wooden horse's abdomen suddenly cracked a small opening.

Immediately afterwards, a dense black shadow quickly rushed out of the belly of the Trojan horse......

With the faint moonlight, it turned out to be a figure one by one, counting it carefully, there were hundreds of people.

Covered in armor, all with big shoulders and round waists, you don't need to look to know that these people are definitely the warriors of warriors.

The first two are even more so.

Although it may not be as intimidating as the people behind him, the momentum exuded by his body is enough to suppress everyone behind him......

"Sure enough, they're all drunk, a godsend!!"

Of the two men at the head, the thinner one smiled with a smile.

"Warriors of Greece, the time has come for us to make a mark, but not a single Trojan soldier will be left !!"

Next to the thin man, another spoke in a cold voice.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill !!"

Driven by the man, hundreds of big men in armor behind him suddenly became agitated......

They all raised their swords in their hands.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

The Trojan soldiers, who were still asleep, didn't even have time to react, and they were completely killed.

Tonight is destined to be a night of killing.

Bright red blood stained the entire main road of the city-state of Troy.

A slight hint of fishy blood slowly gathered from all over Troy, and even formed a small river for a day.

Of course, it wasn't all smooth sailing.

During the assault on the Trojan palace, the Greeks paid for a dozen lives.

For no other reason, even if Hector was drunk, ordinary people could not match.

In the end, the two leaders made a decisive move, and a sword pierced Hector's heart.

The death of the most powerful guardian of Troy is nothing less than a catastrophe for the whole of Troy.

"You are a warrior, and you die in the end on the battlefield, which is also considered to be the !! of death"

Agreus removed the helmet from his head and plunged his sharp sword straight into the ground.

Different ways do not conspire with each other, and heroes will inevitably cherish each other.

Hector was one of the most powerful humans he had ever seen, and he had always had a lot of respect for the strong!!

(End of chapter)