On the second day, news that even more exciting came came, and Tissaffenis announced that Greek mercenaries could plunder in this area to obtain supplies.

Everyone cheered, but Daphne was silent: The robbery... was a revenge on Cyrus! But what does the people here have to do with Cyrus' rebellion?... No! Just because they live here, they will suffer this disaster! Tissaffony is indeed vicious enough! And what about the Greeks?...

In the afternoon, Menon mercenaries rushed into a village.

The quiet village quickly screamed and cries sounded...

Davers saw with his own eyes that most of his close friends had transformed into robbers at this moment: they stabbed Persian men who tried to stop them, kicked over and hugged the old man they begged, picked up the Persian women who were crying, broke into every household, took away livestock, snatched gold and silver, and carried away food... Each of them showed a hideous expression of greed and madness intertwined, which made Davers feel so strange.

Davers wandered weakly in the village like a wandering soul, and saw his soldiers all cast surprised eyes at him. Some Persians lying on the ground pointed at him and cursed him, while some staggering old man hugged him and begged... Although he couldn't understand, he knew in his heart what they were scolding? What were begging? But he could do nothing.

He staggered as if he was hiding from the plague god, trying to run to a place where no one was, and avoiding the angry eyes that made him feel very guilty. At the same time, he kept comforting himself in his heart: This is war. This is war!! I was forced...

At this moment, a sudden scream woke him up: It was Oliver's voice!

Davers shuddered: Oliverus is probably in danger!

He quickly broke into a house in the sound. A Persian man in the yard was already in a pool of blood. He didn't have time to think about it and kicked open the door of the empty room: Olivers was naked and fell on the bed motionless. A girl about ten years old stood by the bed, holding a big stone in her hand, trembling all over...

Seeing this situation, Davers could probably guess what happened: Obviously, Olivers took a fancy to the hostess' appearance, killed the male host first, and then forced the woman to the bed to ravage her. She was in a state of excitement, but the daughter who was hiding ran out and smashed him with a stone...

Shameless! He cursed in his heart, but he still shouted out of the concern of his comrades: "Olivers, are you okay?!"

Olivers did not answer, but woke the little girl up. She quickly turned her head and saw another Greek soldier standing at the door, screaming loudly as if he was greatly stimulated: "Bandit! Bandit! Kill you!! Kill you!..." She tried hard to throw the stone in her hand towards Davers and rushed towards him.

Davers subconsciously used his left-handed round shield to block the stone, and naturally exposed the spear held in his right hand.

The girl looked at the shiny gun tip without seeing it, and did not dodge, and rushed forward like crazy.

Davers had no time to dodge, but felt his right hand sinking. As soon as the girl grabbed his face, she fell on him weakly.

The woman on the bed shouted in despair and rushed over naked. Davers took a few steps back weakly, allowing the woman to hug the girl with a spear in her chest tightly. The heart-wrenching shout was like a sharp knife stabbing into his heart, making him feel dizzy, and he was about to faint, but was supported by someone.

"Are you okay?!" In a trance, Davers heard Hilos's voice.

"I'm fine." He pushed Hilos away and walked slowly into the yard.

Hilos had noticed Davers' strangeness before, so he kept following him. At this moment, although he was worried about Davers, he was even more worried about the safety of Olivers in the house. He quickly rushed into the house...

When he walked out of the house, he found Davers sitting on the side of the road, leaning against the courtyard wall, staring at the sky with his eyes blank, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking...

Hilos wanted to pull him up, but he felt it was inappropriate. After thinking about it, he simply sat with Davers...

I don't know how long it took, Davers suddenly stood up, roared loudly in a strange voice, and tears fell down his cheeks...

After a moment, he calmed down and asked, "Where is that woman?"

"She's crazy." Hilos sighed.

Davers was silent for a long time and said, "She died of her husband and daughter. Perhaps going crazy is the best relief for her..."

"Yes." Hilos felt the compassion in his words and said again: "Olivers is fine, he was just knocked unconscious. He woke up just now and rested in the house."

Davers didn't say anything, and Shilos couldn't help but tremble when he saw the cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Now, we are going to ask if there are any people in this farm who are familiar with Persian geography." Davers stood up.

Hilos hesitated for a moment: "We just snatched them, I'm afraid they won't tell us."

"There will be a way to let them say it." Davers said lightly, but made Hilos feel a chill. Davers in front of him seemed to be a little different from him before. Hilos didn't know whether this change was good or bad...

At dusk, the mercenaries left the village full of messy and cried and returned with a load. Davers also found the person he wanted - a Persian merchant. In order to make him speak, Davers also asked Hilos and the others to capture his wife and daughter. Although Tissaffonys explicitly ordered that no Persians were allowed to be captured as slaves, the Menon camp ignored Davers' actions and even covered him.

Davers successfully brought the man back to the military camp.

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"You mean our team is always heading northwest?" Davers asked, looking at the Persian merchant named Marigi. The translator next to him reiterated Davers' words in Persian.

The Persian, who was not tall and slightly fat, claimed to be just a small business, looked at Davers carefully, then quickly lowered his head, and gestured on the grass with branches: "According to what you said before, you are going back to Ionia. Ionia is in the Aegean Sea to the west. You have passed Babylon and Odith, and now you are here again... If you keep walking west, not only will the journey be long, but the difficult Thoros Mountains, you have to take a detour..."

He looked up at Davers again, and saw that he was listening carefully, and the volume became louder: "So you obviously went northwest along the Tigris River, through the Dukea Mountains, and finally took a boat to the Euksine Sea (i.e. the Black Sea) and returned to Ioria..."

"Oh, so that's it! It seems that the route arrangement of Tissaffenis still makes sense." Olivers shouted suddenly.

Davers noticed that Marigi's whole body shook clearly when he heard this. He immediately glared at Oliver.

"Shut up!" Martonis cursed in a low voice. Olivers, who usually likes to bicker with Martonis, actually stopped talking obediently.

Davers stared at the sketches drawn on the ground, looked carefully for a while, and asked again: "Where do you think it will be more troublesome to march on our future route?"

Marigi said without hesitation: "Dukeya Mountains! There are savage and fierce Dukeya people living there, and they will not let strangers pass through their lands, but—" He glanced at Olivers and said quickly: "Your team is very large, and there are Persians leading the way, so it should be easy to pass."

"How do you know that our team is huge?" Davers asked immediately.

"Because...because before coming in, I saw your barracks one by one..." Mariji began to tremble.

Davers patted his shoulder and smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, you have good observation. Tissaffony, do you know him?"

Marigi shook his head immediately, and suddenly he thought of something and began to nod his head hard again, his voice trembling even more: "I just heard... because he once... reported our lord Cyrus to rebell... and almost caused him to beheaded..."

Davers looked at him, and he was guilty of avoiding Davers' direct gaze.
Chapter completed!