"Yes, the king!" Tisavonis couldn't help but look at Masabati and thought to himself: No wonder this guy looked ugly. If Queen Mother Palisatis knew that her beloved young son had been beheaded and cut off his hands, he would never give up!

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

"King!... With my understanding of those major Greek mercenaries, it may be difficult. However, there may be a few people who will be willing to obey your will!" Tissaffony said cautiously.

"It would be good that they can cause internal strife!" Artaxerxes flicked his jaw with his finger. Yesterday's rapid attack by the heavy Greek infantry, and he still felt scared when he remembered it: "...If they do not want to surrender, expel them... from the country. This rebellion has killed too many Persians! Don't let these rude and barbaric Greeks continue to plunder our property on my land! Kill our people!" Artaxerxes sighed. He is gentle by nature and does not like to argue with others, otherwise he would not indulge Cyrus Little to this great chaos. Even when Cyrus Little was raised, he was still hesitant and wanted to retreat eastward. If the ministers had not tried their best to dissuade him and fully support him, I'm afraid yesterday's battle would not have happened.

"King, you love the people of the empire like your own children! I am extremely happy that the empire has a kind monarch like you!" Tissaffenis's words came from sincerity. In fact, this was because of Artaxerxes's character that he gained the support of most ministers and nobles, which made Cyrus rebellious, but there was no major turmoil in the core area of ​​the empire.

"King, I have an idea!... It's better to drive the Greeks north..." said Tissaffenis.

Artaxerxes pondered, and he understood that Tisavones did not want the Greeks to trample on his jurisdiction again - Asia Minor.

"Going north..." His eyes lit up, and he remembered those unwilling and unruly mountain tribes, such as the Dukeya people...

Let these savage dogs bite the dog! He thought, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This matter is fully in charge! I am waiting for your good news in Persepolis!" After saying this, he couldn't wait to go home. Because yesterday, news came: another riot occurred in the eastern part of Persepolis. He must return to the capital as soon as possible. Moreover, he began to miss his queen Statila.

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

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

Yes, he is no longer Davers himself. His soul comes from China in the 21st century. As a government civil servant, he worked hard for more than ten years before he was promoted to the director of the city's high-tech development zone. His friends held a banquet to celebrate him. He got drunk. When he woke up, he found that he had arrived in a strange place and became a stranger.

He once pinched his thighs again and again just to prove that he was dreaming, but his thighs still hurt a little today.

After adapting to the long night, he no longer struggled with why he appeared here. His adaptability was quite strong: he entered the government agency with the first place in the civil service exam in the city, but was sent to a remote and poor mountainous area to be a village official for several years. Not only did he persist, he also won the favor of county leaders with his outstanding performance and was recalled to entrusted with important tasks.

...It's just his parents and his girlfriend who is about to talk about marriage... Now it's different from time to time and space, and there's no day to meet again... He took a long breath and tried to blow away the sadness in his heart.

After walking slowly for a short while, his mood calmed down slightly. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and warned himself: Since he had arrived in a new world, let’s live here tenaciously!

Based on the remaining memories of this body, he knew that "he" was a Thessali. Two years ago, because of his livelihood, he was only seventeen years old and went out with his fellow villagers to earn money. A year ago, Macedonia clashed with Thessali, and Macedonian cavalry attacked his hometown, his parents were killed, and relatives were captured... Now, he is considered single. This time, he followed the mercenary leader Menon to fight the Persian prince Cyrus.

Last night, my companions thought he was asleep, but in fact he had been listening to their conversations. Through their conversations, he learned more. As a good young man in the 21st century, he was barely considered an angry young man. When he was a village official, in order to survive the long lonely night, he spent most of his time online. He poured water and vented in some military forums, which almost became his side job. Therefore, he learned a lot of historical military knowledge and knew that he might have been in this period after the Peloponnese War.

As for the Greek mercenaries who helped the Persian prince usurp the throne, what kind of Western history is involved? As a non-historical professional, the requirements are too high and he really can't think of it. Until someone said the sentence "We have tens of thousands of infantry in Greece" that evoked his hidden memories.

That was once, someone in the forum advocated that to understand ancient Western history, some books must be read. In the list of books, there was a book called "Long March" that aroused his curiosity: There was also Long March in the ancient West? Because the author happened to be a historical celebrity he knew, so he checked it online and found out that it came from the famous Western historical event "The Great Retreat of Ten Thousand People in Greece".

Because Davers vaguely remembered that the rebel prince in the incident died in the chaos because of rashness, he blurted out in a hurry. However, he did not expect that the others would win more or less with Cyrus's wish to make a fortune together, and they could not accept his guess at all.

Faced with one question after another, he didn't want to have a rift with his companions when he was just a little illusioned in his heart: maybe this was not that historical event. So he fell silent.

As a result, everyone parted ways. That night, he didn't sleep well. The unfamiliar environment and fear of the future made him toss and turn and unable to fall asleep.

Early the next morning, he walked out of the tent and faced this strange new world for the first time. What caught his eye was one tent after another, which seemed boundless at first glance.

Breathing the damp and fresh air, he mustered up the courage to move forward. Occasionally, someone came out of the tent and would greet him when he saw him, and he would respond with a smile. Some soldiers who knew that he was injured asked him about his injuries with concern, and would stop to express their gratitude, take the opportunity to chat for a few words, and learn about the situation from others. Obviously, it was not because he was a big man that everyone would treat him friendly, but because of the mercenaries under Menon, some of whom were the Thessali people, and many of them even fought side by side with him for more than two years, and they were very familiar with each other. So as he walked, his strangeness gradually dissipated.

Not far away, there was a neighing horse and sheep, which attracted him to walk forward. In Davers' memory, this large area was surrounded by wooden fences. The area in the middle of their barracks was the baggage camp of the mercenaries led by Menon. There were not only many pack horses and mules, but also some cattle and sheep looted along the way, as well as a batch of food distributed to Menon by Little Cyrus. There were also merchants stationed inside. When passing through the big city, nearby **s would even come here to make money.

When he walked to the entrance, a team of guards holding spears stopped him.

"No one is allowed to enter without Menon's order!" behind the guard, a short and fat man shouted angrily.

Davers glanced at him, turned around and walked around, he didn't want to cause trouble. Behind him, the fat man scolded the guards: "If someone comes next time, you should be more fierce, otherwise you won't be able to suppress these thieves! From last night to now, five sheep have been lost. When Meinon punishes me, I will punish you!"

It seems that the mercenaries are in short supply of food! I don’t know how much food the Persian army broke in yesterday and snatched away. He thought while walking, and before he knew it, a simple wall made of branches and wooden sticks appeared in front of him, blocking his progress. Although there were still dense tents in front, he knew that it was another mercenary camp.

At this time, the sun had risen to a high altitude, the thick fog gradually dissipated, and the sight could reach far away. The sky was high and the wilderness was wide, the wind was refreshing, and I was intoxicated for a moment... I heard from my companions that the city ahead was Babylon, and not far was the Euphrates River: one is the capital of one of the four ancient civilizations, and the legendary sky garden is desirable; the other is the mother river of the people of the Mesopotamian plain. But I don’t know if there is any chance to go and see it?

However, the sudden boiling camp alarmed him, who was lost. A feeling of uneasiness surged into his heart and he quickly returned.

At this time, the soldiers got out of the tent and discussed with nervous expressions and excitedly. The words that came into his ears were transformed into six words: Little Cyrus is dead!

His heart sank: This is really a retreat of ten thousand people in Greece! Wouldn't he be spending the escape next?
Chapter completed!