"Brothers, bring you some food." Hilos got into the short tent.

The quiet military tent suddenly became lively. The few people who were originally lying rose up and quickly snatched food from Hilos' arms like hungry wolves.

"Hillos, if you don't come again, I will starve to death." Martonis chewed half-cooked horse meat. The meat that he usually looked down upon was indescribable. At this moment, he bit it in his mouth.

"Menon, whom I brought from Antonios, asked them to form a team, risking the possibility of being attacked by the Persians, torpedoed dead horses from the battlefield." Hilos sighed, looked at the man lying at the innermost part of the tent, and asked with concern: "How is Davers? Have you woken up?"

"I woke up. But I was in a daze all the time. Anyone who talked to him seemed to know him, and didn't say a word. Now I seem to be asleep." Giogris replied sadly.

"I think he might have accidentally fallen into the Forget River while sitting on Chiron's boat and now he has lost his memory." Orivers said.

"Shut up!" Martonis reached out to press Oliver's head, and he pushed it away.

Hilos separated the two men and scolded: "We all came from the same town in Thessali. On the land thousands of miles away from our hometown, there were enemies around us. If we were not united, we might not be able to go back."

The tent suddenly fell silent.

Hilos felt the heavy atmosphere and said comfortingly: "I have seen several warriors with severe head injuries. They were confused at the beginning, and it would be normal to rest for a while. Maybe by tomorrow morning, Davers can greet everyone with a smile."

"Davs is also an old soldier. He will fall while chasing him!" Olivers said a little irritatedly, and saw that Martonis stared at him again, and immediately shut up.

"Hillos, did Cyrus defeat or was defeated?" The moment of silence made Giorgris unable to help but tell the problem that everyone cares about the most but fears the most.

Before, when they pursued the fleeing enemy and returned to the battlefield, they only found that the Persian army was still there, while the Little Cyrus' troops disappeared. Because it was getting late, neither army had the desire to continue fighting, and the Persian army retreated for a while.

The Greek mercenaries only realized that their camp was looted. The soldiers were tired and hungry, and of course they did not have the energy to think about and ask this very important question.

"Little Cyrus led the cavalry. No matter whether they were defeated or defeated, he could easily leave the battlefield and wait until he met with us tomorrow. He would fight another battle with the King of Persia." Hilos said relaxedly.

"But the Persian king's army is much more numerous than ours. If Cyrus is defeated, there will be even fewer troops to fight with us tomorrow." Giorgris said worriedly.

"What are you afraid of? We have more than 10,000 heavy infantrymen! The Persians are as timid as rabbits! No matter how many people there are, I dare not fight with us! I have not been satisfied with killing today, and I will fight another fight tomorrow, just right!" As soon as Matonis heard this, he encouraged everyone in his way.

"Even if Cyrus was defeated, we defeated their left wing and killed many of them. Tomorrow, their number of soldiers will only be smaller than today!" Hilos was also full of confidence.

"These damn Persians destroyed our camp, snatched our food, and stole a lot of my silver coins! We will defeat them tomorrow and take back our things!" Martonis said angrily.

"It's right!" Everyone shared the same hatred of the enemy: "not only should we take back our things, but we should also snatch their things."

"Oh!" Olivers remembered something and said excitedly: "I heard that all the women of Cyrus were taken away, and only one escaped. It was the one I told you last time... Milidu, who was as beautiful as Aphrodite, heard that he was led into his camp by Cliercus, and he would be happy tonight!" Olivers swallowed and said in a lewd manner.

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

"Olivers, you must have the ability to defeat the Persian king tomorrow and snatch one of his women."

"Oh, this is a good idea! Martonis, you're rarely smart once."

"Damn Olivers, you want to get beaten again!"

While several people were joking, a hoarse voice came from the innermost part of the tent: "Didn't you think that Little Cyrus was not only defeated! He was also killed!"

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Tisavonis rushed to the tent of the Persian king, and the eunuch Masabadi had already been waiting at the door: "The king is waiting for you, go in!"

When Tisavonis untied his sword to the royal guard next to him, he found that the eunuch whom the Persian king trusted the most seemed a little melancholy, and he couldn't help but think: Could it be that Your Majesty is seriously injured?

The tent was filled with the rich aroma of frankincense, mixed with the smell of a few traces of herbs.

Artaxerxes lay on his side on the couch, wearing a gorgeous scarlet robe, his naked chest was wrapped in white cloth, and red blood could be seen vaguely. A beautiful maid was gently rubbing his shoulders, and the doctor Ke Taisia ​​stood at the bottom.

Seeing Tisavonis coming in, Quetesia immediately surrendered to the King of Persia.

Artaxerxes asked him to wait outside the tent. If there was any change in his injury, he would summon him immediately.

Tisavonis watched the Greek doctor withdraw from the tent and then half-kneeled, lowered his head and said, "Master, I have been defeated. I will ask the King to punish me!"

Artaxerxes did not speak, and Tissaffenis began to feel a little uneasy, kneeling on the ground and still motionless.

It took a long time to hear Artaxerxes speak: "You were defeated, Tissaffenis. But at least you dare to attack. I heard that you led the cavalry around the Greek heavy infantry defense line and attacked their rear, but were defeated by their light shield soldiers and almost hit by the Greek javelin."

"Yes, king. You know everything!" Tissaffonys secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are much braver than those who fled before they fought! Get up!" Artaxerxes was a little dissatisfied with the performance of the left wing of the Persian army yesterday, and then he raised the volume: "I am not as lucky as you. Cyrus' spear stabbed me, and fortunately my armor was strong enough to allow me to take the opportunity to stab him under the horse!"

Didn’t Cyrus be hit by the spear of the guard Miseridadi? Tissaffenis was surprised, but did not show it. Instead, he said excitedly and admired: “King, everyone used to say Cyrus was brave. Yesterday on the battlefield, when we were about to suffer failure, your Majesty, you took the huge risk that the king should not take, stood up and killed Cyrus, the rebel! Let us win an incredible victory! King, you are worthy of being the king of kings! You are the born brave!”

Masabadi and Quetesia also immediately expressed their admiration for the heroic performance of the Persian king.

Artaxerxes's face flushed and said angrily: "Cyrus has been competing for strength since he was a child. As a brother, I have always given up on him. Last time at the throne ceremony, he tried to assassinate me. For the sake of his mother, I forgave him! Unexpectedly, my kindness was considered weak and could be bullied by him, so he dared to rebel!! For the stability of the country, even if he is my brother, I had to execute him!"

"Everyone knows the mercy of the king! Cyrus is ungrateful and does not know how good or bad it is, seducing outsiders and invading the country is worthy of his crime!..." Tissaffonys said passionately.

Artaxerxes nodded and couldn't help coughing a few times. His words just now took a lot of energy: "My Governor, you have repeatedly exposed Cyrus' conspiracy to me, and have always performed very well in the governance of Asia Minor! When the rebellion is over, I will reward you well!"

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

Tissaffonyis pointed his left hand at a large clay pot placed on the wooden table in front of the couch, and his face showed a complicated look: "This is the head and hand of Cyrus cut by Masabad. Take it to the Greek camp and let them surrender immediately!!"
Chapter completed!