To be king [Greek mythology]

Falling into a deep sleep where you don't know when you will wake up, in a place where no one can find anyone and no one knows, and fall into a deep sleep that may be eternal.

"Would you like to say something more, Prometheus?" Athena asked.

Ares felt that he had heard something extraordinary, and fell silent, looking at Prometheus expectantly.

"If you talk too much, I will be the one who died." Prometheus sipped the wine in his glass, he didn't reveal much, and he left the matter halfway and turned around, believing that the group of great gods would not will blame him.

It's useless to blame him. With his current state, he should fall into a deep sleep in a short time.

The name and existence of Prometheus are appreciated by mankind, but it has not become a belief. It has been a long time since Prometheus regained his godhead, and it is not easy to persist until now.

The reason why he insisted on taking back the godhead even after he knew that dusk was coming was because Prometheus felt that he should return to this world just as he was born into this world.

No single existence can rule the entire world for a long time. Gods are like this, and human beings will be like this in the future after a long time.

It is enough to recognize one's own position and to be able to write a heavy stroke in the changing world.

This is what Prometheus heard from Thurps, but he thinks it makes sense.

Going against the rules of heaven and earth is the only way to perish. Prometheus is very self-aware.

Athena couldn't ask anything, so she left with a sigh.

Ares leaned in front of Prometheus and frowned at him, "Are you going to perish?"

Prometheus pushed his face away, nodded without denying it, "I don't know if it's sleeping or falling."

"Tsk." Ares didn't know what to say for a while, and finally said: "You have to wait for Thurps to take Athens and fall asleep."

Prometheus snorted, holding the wine jar, his eyes fell on the dim sky outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.

After an afternoon of galloping, Thurpus, who was less than one kilometer away from Megara, looked up at the sky that had been completely covered by night.

On a moonless night, Hecate of the dark moon controls the sky again tonight.

Surpus became more and more sure that Athena went to Prometheus because of Artemis.

The city-state of Megara is brightly lit.

Surpes's extraordinary eyesight played a role. He saw the guards on the city wall and the trenches dug in a hurry to prevent the cavalry from rushing directly.

He looked around, and the darkness couldn't obstruct his vision in any way.

No one was in ambush.

This is a forest he specially selected. In front of the forest is a piece of lush weeds. Because the land is not suitable for planting, Megara has never reclaimed this piece of land.

This is a good place to get from the map kindly provided by Hercules, who had acted as a scout before.

It is also to blame that the city-state of Megara became a vassal of Athens because it did not have the military acumen it should have.

As the junction point between Attica and Peloponnese, I don’t know who gave Megara the courage to think that an isthmus can stop the ambitions from Peloponnese—although it has been blocked for a long time.

But after all, it is not a long-term solution.

However, such a lax defense gave Thurps a good chance.

"Rest here, don't light the torch." He said, turning over and getting off the horse.

The rush was so fast that the horses of the vanguard of 5000 people were exhausted. The horses who had been running around for fun as soon as they arrived at the place, now gnawed a few mouthfuls of grass and hung their heads directly rest.

Although the warriors were physically strong, they didn't feel too good either. They had completely lost feeling in their legs and buttocks. They naturally knew how important it was to have a good rest.

The follow-up troops can only sprint on their own feet, and they must be more exhausted after arriving.

Surpus estimated that at the infantry's marching speed, it would take at least two days to arrive. After all, they brought all the horses that were regarded as relatively good in Greece. They ran at full speed for most of the day until dark before arriving here.

Calculated at this speed, it will take at least six or seven days before a large-scale attack can really be launched.

But in these six or seven days, he must be able to do something.

"Your Majesty, don't you take a break?" One of the two leaders of the vanguard came over and looked at Thurps with burning eyes.

Surpus turned his head to look at him. He remembered that this leader, Bruno, was the warrior who dragged him into the tent to woo in front of Ares and Prometheus.

"Bruno, when the sky is darkest, you go and order five scouts and fifty warriors." Surps turned his eyes back to the not so majestic city walls of Megara, and focused on the slaves rushing to work in the trenches Turn around, "Let's go around."

When the sky is darkest, it is almost dawn.

Bruno nodded, but instead of going to the warriors that Surpus wanted, he continued to look at Surpus, "You should go to rest. You haven't rested for many days."

Thurps was a little surprised.

He really hasn't slept well these days. After all, he is still a little stressed to fight Athena.

But he also had the confidence not to be seen by others - he didn't show any signs of fatigue.

"You're tired," Bruno repeated. "You should go to rest."

Thurps shrugged and said nothing more, "Okay, I'll go right away, but you have to wake me up when the time comes."

Thurps sleeps very lightly, but he hasn't had a good rest for so many days, and it won't be good if one of them accidentally falls asleep.

"I will." Bruno agreed. "What do you want the warriors to do? Let's prepare our weapons."

Different weapons have different uses. The time before dawn is obviously to sneak attack when the opponent's attention is the loosest and the alertness is the lowest. It is necessary to reduce the equipment on the body.

Thurps paused slightly, looked down at his palm, and said calmly, "Go and kill the slave who dug the trench."

"Okay." Bruno nodded, watching Thurpus climb up a thick tree, nestled on the branches of the main trunk and began to take a nap as usual.

Skilled like a monkey.

Bruno didn't think it was good to think so of the king he admired, but that was the way it was.

Thurps slept very well, and he didn't move all night. He fell asleep steadily among the branches, and he seemed to be sleeping very soundly.

Bruno didn't fall asleep. He stood under the tree and guarded his king all night. When the time came, he looked up and saw that Thurpus didn't intend to wake up, so he went to find Ting Li quite quietly. The warriors and scouts in the distance followed the scouts with this dagger, and spread out and approached the trench of Megara under the cover of the weeds as deep as their calves.

The slaves were already exhausted from digging all day and all night. At this time, their lazy overseers had already withdrawn to sleep in the city-state. If the Spartan warriors had better eyesight, they would still be able to see straight lines. The guards standing on the city wall almost had their eyes closed.

They were too tired. Ever since someone from Salamis came to report that Sparta was about to attack, their king was like a frightened bird.

The king was frightened, and it was the people below who suffered.

There were not enough warriors in Megara's own country. Now that the surrounding city-states are in danger, who will spare their hands to help Megara?

People nowadays don't have any sense of cold lips and teeth. Seeing that Chusileis was destroyed, they didn't know it until the reinforcements. These city-states are more inclined to be alone.

Megara's own warriors are not enough, so what can be done?

Can only work tired.

There are always just a few guards, and there are always just a few people on patrol. They work all day and all night, and they have to be punished if they are found to be lazy.

However, the Spartan warriors did not know these things.

The slaves in the trenches had slept together, dirty and skinny.

This did not get the sympathy of the scouts who were also slaves, because in their view, the more people who became Spartan slaves, the less chance they would have to make their mark, and they wanted to reduce potential competition.

They even expected Thurps to order the massacre of the city so that the number of slaves would not increase.

The warriors, on the other hand, will not have any sympathy for slaves. Even now that Thurps has become king, it is common for Spartan warriors to kill slaves.

After all, in the eyes of these warriors, there is no difference between slaves and livestock, and it is even more useless for those who cannot work hard to eliminate slavery.

The trained scouts know how to kill with one blow in an instant, and the Spartan warriors are also good at harvesting lives.

Surpus opened his eyes at some point, and his eyes fell on the heads emerging from the trenches.

No one had his vision. Even if the guards on the city wall had their eyes open, they would only think that those quietly reaping their lives in the trenches were laboring slaves.

The king of Megara was so stingy that the slaves worked in the middle of the night without giving them a torch. Naturally, it was difficult to tell what was in the dark.

Bruno was very obedient. After confirming that there were no living people in the trench, he made a gesture. After quickly finishing everything, the group cleaned up the blood and wet mud on their feet, and sneaked back to the camp without making a sound. inside.

Thurps saw a lot of scouts and warriors returning safely, his eyes showed appreciation, and after Bruno cleaned up the marks on his body, he continued to squat