Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

I see, he is very beautiful, just like you!

I haven't named the child yet, I'll wait for you to come back to pick it up.

Regarding the child's name, Davers had thought about it on the way back. He put his arm around his wife's shoulder and rested his chin in the other, and said thoughtfully, I remember the first time I learned that you were pregnant, just after defeating the Crotone... And this time he was born, we defeated Crotone again. Rotone, the war with Crotone has just ended. This child has such a relationship with Crotone. This is Hades' will! I think it's better to name our child... Crotokatak Si, what do you think?

Krotokatax...Krotokatax... Christoya recited it a few times softly, looking up at her husband worriedly: Will this name be too public (Ka Taxus means conquest, and Crotokatax means conqueror of Crotone)?

Davos laughed: My child has this name, and when he grows up, the people of Dionia will call his name and think about the hardships of the founding of the country and what his father did to this alliance. He will be tolerant of his contribution! At the same time, if my child has ambition, he will create his own glory under the inspiration of this name!  …”

Cristoya, who was not too satisfied with the name, thought for a while, and finally nodded: Okay, it's called Krotokatax.

As soon as the voice fell, the crying of the outhouse child stopped abruptly.

Cristoya covered her mouth and looked at Davos in surprise: My God, this name was blessed by Hera! The child accepted it himself!

At this time, Asuna came in with the child in her arms.

Christoya took him and said softly, Little... little baby, this is your father! Call me daddy!

The child shouted haha and danced.

Look, he called you! Cristoia smiled gently, and then carefully placed the child in front of Davos.

Davos carefully put him in his arms, lest he would hurt the little guy if he tried his best.

This time, the child didn't cry. He opened his bright eyes and looked at Davos curiously, his two fleshy little hands scratching his face.

Davos let him play, at this moment he felt the surging blood connection in his heart, he said excitedly: Christoya, I will pass my name as the family name and pass it on to me. Children, if they pass it on to future generations, I believe that the Davos family will become the most dazzling family in the Mediterranean!

Davos' words made Cristoya's eyes light up. Most Greeks only have a first name and no surname. In order to distinguish between duplicate names, they often add a place of origin or other annotations in front of their names to distinguish them, such as: Socrates of Athens, Socrates, son of Asidatis, etc. , but the nobles of Persia, a great eastern country, have famous names. Christoah, who is a Miletus in Asia Minor, is of course aware of her husband's ambition from Davos's words, and she repeated her son's future name with great interest: Davos Croto Katax...

At this moment, Davos caught a glimpse of a small head emerging from the bedroom door.

Cynthia, come in! he beckoned.

Seven-year-old Cynthia took five-year-old Adoris hesitantly to the bed.

Come and see your brother! Davos said happily to the siblings.

You have children... do you still want us? Cynthia asked timidly.

Davos was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect this adopted daughter to be so sensitive. He handed the baby to Christoya, put them on his chest, and said loudly, You will always be my Davos' children, why? Will you please!

Christoya also said softly: And my mother hopes that you will grow up and take good care of and protect your brother!

The two children were comforted by the couple, and immediately lost their melancholy, and looked curiously at the baby in Christoya's arms.

Can I touch him? Cynthia whispered.

Of course. Christoah smiled softly.

Cynthia carefully touched the baby's little face: What's the name of my brother?

Krotokatax, his nickname is... um... Crow.

He is so young. Adoris also held the baby's little hand curiously, and said like a little adult: Brother, I will protect you.

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Hey, wake up! Wake up!!... The sleeping Klebs was pushed to wake up. He opened his sleepy eyes, and he was still drowsy. He turned over and prepared to continue dreaming.

Immediately, the water-soaked whip hit his body, and the pain was so hot that he jumped up in pain, and the overseer's demonic voice sounded in his ears: Go to the quarry immediately, Lord Lysimenes wants to lecture!

Klebs had long been afraid of being beaten by the foreman's whip, dragged his sore legs, endured hunger, staggered out of the cave, accidentally knocked down his companion, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull, As a result, he was also brought down to the ground, who was completely weak.

The Crotone captives staggered out of the various quarry caves like ants, and gathered on this circular quarry square.

There are piles of freshly dug marble here and there. On the sentry tower at the entrance, Lusimenes, the head of the Turii quarry, looked down impatiently at the scene below: It's too slow, please hurry, let these soft eggs in Crotone hurry up. One point! he ordered to his servants.

So, the Crotones were driven like lambs by the overseers to the tower with sticks and whips.

This similar scene was also staged in front of the Turii Copper Mine and the Temple of Hades.

Crotone, just because of the crimes you have committed against Turii, I wish I could keep you here for a hundred years! Let your dirty flesh turn into sewage, and your fragile bones into powder! ... Lysimenes scolded viciously: But the great Hades descended his mercy, and let our Dionysian alliance sign a truce with the damned Crotone, and... become... an alliance, now You... can... go home...

After Lysimene reluctantly finished these words, the field suddenly fell into a dead silence, and the prisoners couldn't believe their ears.

He... what did he say? the companion next to him asked with a trembling voice.

He said... He said we can go home... Klebs murmured, and then he seemed to react and grabbed his companion's shoulder: Did you hear that?! We can go home now. We are free!  …”

After countless people confirmed that the news was true, they were so excited that they shed tears. They hugged each other, cheered, kissed the ground under their feet, closed their eyes and felt the warm sunshine... These days, they are like slaves in a dark cave. Mining, having to endure the beatings of the overseers, not having enough food, not sleeping well... let these pampered Crotone citizens almost collapse. They have never felt so precious as freedom as they do today.

Lysimenes snorted a few times, and didn't want to look at it any more: Move the bread and cheese over there so they can be full.

They are full, what if they resist?! We can't deal with so many prisoners! said his subordinates hesitantly.

Isn't that right! Lysimenes sneered: They broke the contract they just signed first, and we just happened to eliminate them all!

Understood.

When they're done eating, let them take a bath in the river and change their clothes, lest the people from Crotori say we mistreat our captives.

That's not called abuse! The subordinates murmured in their hearts.

With the arrival of the Crotone messenger, the captives, fully convinced of the fact that Dionia is allied with Crotone and they are going home, lined up under the protection of heavily armed Dionysian soldiers Port of Turii...

Why protect? For fear of the unarmed and feeble Crotone captives being harmed by the radical Turians. This situation had happened to Klebs half a year ago, but this time the Turians did not cause any trouble for the huge team that was going back to Crotone, as he feared, even at the port, where they There were very few Turii people I saw.

Where have the people of Turii gone? This thought only flashed in Klebs's mind, and now he was completely occupied with joy: it was safe to go home!

When the troop carrier left the port of Turii, the prisoners were completely relieved.

This place, I will never come again! a prisoner shouted ventingly, and most of the soldiers, including Klebs, nodded and agreed: two wars, two prisoners, especially the second time, It was a nightmarish day that they didn't even want to recall. Each of them has more or less fear of the Dionysian Alliance in their hearts!

In fact, in the Second Crotone War, Dionia treated Crotone prisoners in this way because it was a last resort. After all, the management of tens of thousands of prisoners was very difficult. Dionia's own male citizens Most of them are fighting abroad. At the same time, Crotone's fleet occasionally raided the coast of Turici, and the consequences would be disastrous if these captives rioted. That's why the Senate decided to imprison them like slaves in mountain mining areas far from the coast, crushing them with harsh conditions, starvation and heavy labor...

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The people of Dionia have no intention of paying attention to the Crotone captives leaving Turii, because their hero is about to return!

The Third Legion left 3,000 men under the leadership of Asistus to temporarily guard the city of Aspurustum. The I Corps left 2,000 men, led by Hiros, to temporarily manage Crimissa. All other troops returned.