Chapter 3： Rebirth

"Brothers, I brought you something to eat." Hilos went into a small tent.

The quiet military account suddenly became lively. The few people who were lying down, turned over, and the hungry wolf quickly swallowed food from the arms of Hilos.

"Hilos, if you don't come again, I will starve to death." Matones chewed half-baked horse meat, usually not eating the meat of his eyes, but now he couldn't tell the delicious taste in his mouth.

"I got it from Antonios. Menon asked them to set up a team, risking being attacked by the Persians, and the dead horses dragged back from the battlefield." Hilos sighed and hoped. The man who was still lying in the innermost part of the tent asked with concern: "How is Davers? Was it awake?"

"Wake up. But I have been in a daze. Whoever talks to him doesn't seem to know it. I don't say a word. It seems to be asleep now." Giorgios replied sternly.

"I think he might have accidentally fell into the Forgo River when he was sitting on a smashing boat, and now he lost his memory." Olives said.

"Shut up!" Matones reached out and pressed Oliver's head and pushed him away.

Hilos separated the two people and screamed: "We all came out from the same town in Thessaly. In the land thousands of miles away from home, there are enemies around. If we don't unite, I am afraid I will not go back. It is."

The tent suddenly fell silent.

Hilos felt the heavy atmosphere, and he said with consolation: "I have seen several warriors whose heads have been badly hit. They are also confused at first. It will be normal for a break. Maybe tomorrow morning Daves I can smile and say hello to everyone."

"Duffus is also an old warrior, and he will fall when chasing!" Oliver's irritated just said a few words, seeing Matonic's eyes stunned and immediately closed his mouth.

"Hilos, did Cyrus be defeated or defeated?" The silence of the moment made Giorgios unable to tolerate the problem that everyone was most concerned about but most afraid of.

Before, when they chased the enemy who had fled and returned to the battlefield, they only found that the Persian army was still there, and the small Cyrus troops disappeared. Because the weather was getting late, the two armies did not have the desire to continue fighting. For a while, the Persian army retreated.

The Greek mercenaries discovered that their camp was looted. The soldiers are tired and hungry, and of course have no energy to think about and ask this very important question.

"Little Cyrus led the cavalry, whether they were defeated or defeated, he can easily leave the battlefield and wait until tomorrow to meet us. It is just a fight with the Persian king." Hilos said easily.

"But the number of the Persian kings is much larger than ours. If the small Cyrus is defeated, there will be fewer troops to fight with us tomorrow," Georg Gris said worriedly.

"What are you afraid of? We have more than 10,000 people in heavy infantry! The Persians are as timid as rabbits! People don't dare to fight with us! I haven't been addicted today, I will play again tomorrow, just right!" Matonis Once you hear it, use his way to encourage everyone.

"Even if Little Cyrus was defeated, we also defeated their left wing and killed many of them. Tomorrow, the number of their soldiers will be less than today!" Hilos is equally confident.

"These **** Persians destroyed our camp, stole our food, and stole a lot of my silver coins! Tomorrow we will defeat them and take our things back!" Mattonis said angrily.

"That's right!" Everyone hates the enemy: "Not only will we recapture our things, but we will also grab their things."

"Oh!" Oliver thought of something, excitedly said: "I heard that the woman of the little Cyrus was also robbed, and only one escaped. That was the last time I told you... beautiful. A woman like Aphrodite's Miley, I heard that Clarekus led his camp, and he was happy tonight!..." Olivers swallowed and said wretchedly.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Hilos warned him.

"Olivers, you have to have the ability to defeat the Persian king tomorrow, and to take his woman over."

"Oh, this is a good idea! Matones, you are rare to be smart."

"Damn Ollie Firth, you want a beating!"

When a few people joked, a hoarse voice came from the inside of the tent: "Don't you think that the little Cyrus was not only defeated! It was killed!"

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Tisafunis rushed to the big account of King Persian, and the eunuch, Masabadi, had already waited at the door: "The king is waiting for you, go ahead!"

When Tissa Funis dismissed the sword to the next Royal Guard, he found that the most **** eunuch of the Persian king seemed to be somewhat melancholy, and couldn’t help thinking about it: Is it hurting?

The big note is filled with the aroma of rich frankincense, mixed with the taste of a few herbs.

Alta Xerxes lay on the side of the couch, draped in a gorgeous twilight robes, and the naked chest was entangled in white cloth, and the red blood oozing was visible. A beautiful maid is gently licking his shoulders and standing next to the medical officer Ketaisia.

When I saw Tisafunis coming in, Ketaisia ​​immediately retraced to the Persian king.

Artaxerxes asked him to wait outside the account, and if the injury changed, he would summon him immediately.

Tisafunis watched the Greek doctor withdraw from the big account, only half-squatting, bowed and said: "The king, the minister defeated, specially invited the king to punish!"

Alta Xerxes did not speak, and Tissa Funis began to feel a little uneasy, and he was still motionless on the ground.

For a long time, I heard Alta Xerxes open: "You are defeated, Tissa Funis. But at least dare to attack. I heard that you led the cavalry to bypass the Greek heavy infantry defense line and attacked their rear. They were defeated by their light shields and almost hit by the Greek javelin."

"Yes, King. You know everything!" Tissa Funis sighed in relief.

"You are much more brave than those who have not fled before fighting! Get up!" Artaxerxes was somewhat dissatisfied with the performance of the Persian left wing yesterday. Then he raised the volume: "I am not lucky." Cyrus's spear stabbed me, but fortunately my armor was strong enough to allow me to take the opportunity to stab him down!"

Wasn’t the Little Cyrus hit by the spear of the guard of Messedad? Tisafunis was surprised in his heart, but he did not show it. Instead, he said with admiration in excitement: "Da Wang, everyone used to say that Cyrus was brave. Yesterday on the battlefield, when we were about to suffer failure, let you take the risk. The king should not take the huge risk, come forward and kill the Cyrus rebel in person! Let us win an incredible victory! King, you are the king of kings! You are the born brave !"

Masabadi and Ketaisia ​​also immediately expressed their admiration for the heroic performance of the Persian king. www.novelhall.com~ Alta Xerxes looked flushed and said with resentment: "Cury has been victorious since childhood. As a brother, I always let him. Last time in the throne ceremony, he tried to assassinate me, for the sake of the mother, I forgave him! I did not expect my kindness but he was considered weak and deceivable, dare to launch a rebellion! For the stability of the country, even if he is my younger brother, I have to execute him!"

"The king's benevolent people are well known! Cyrus does not know how to seduce, seduce outsiders, invade the country, it is deserved!" Tisavnis said with impatience.

Arta Xerxes nodded and couldn't help but cough a few times. Just now, he spent a lot of energy on his words: "My Governor, you have repeatedly revealed to me the plot of Cyrus, and the governance of Asia Minor. I’ve been doing very well! After the end of this rebellion, I have to reward you!”

"Your Majesty, as the governor of Asia Minor, this is my duty!" Tissa Funis said solemnly.

Tisafnis’s jaw, a large crock pot placed on the wooden table in front of his left hand, has a complex look on his face: “This is the head of Cyrus cut by Masaba. Hand, you take it to the camp of the Greeks and let them surrender immediately!!"

Note: There were two parties left in the Battle of Kunasak, one is Xenophon. The other is the Persian Physician, and his record was quoted by the Plutarch of the Roman Empire in his "Alta Xerxes Biography", in which the Greek heavy infantry defeated the Persian right wing and was far from Xenophon. It's so easy to write. I chose Xenophon's account in the novel. Although his description is exaggerated, it just shows some strange performances of the Persians after the war.