spartan ancestor

Neliu looked back at Sally coldly: "How to fight is your business, I am only responsible for researching weapons."

"Oh, don't be stingy with your thoughts," General Sally patted Neliu on the shoulder vigorously, "Who doesn't know why you fled to Persia at the beginning? You were massacred by your fellow clansmen, and as the crown prince, you were exiled to Persia as a prince." Carpenter...you must hate those Spartans!"

Taking advantage of the wine, he dragged Neliu to the front of the military map: "You will get your revenge soon! Isn't it worth you to put down your dead face, be happy, and have a drink with us?"

Neliu staggered a few times before standing firmly on the table, green eyes surrounded by angry cold fire: "Sorry, general. The doctor expressly forbids me to drink alcohol—and, when you share your joy, pay attention to your poor The military division has a lame leg and cannot walk steadily without a cane."

"Okay, okay, I didn't think about it. But you really lose people's interest." General Sally pouted, let go of his hand and took a few steps back, "I won't drag you, can you talk now? What did you think about the strategy just now?"

What do you think?

Neliu pursed her lips, her eyes fell on the military map where the chess pieces were placed, her eyes were a little complicated.

After a while, he said lightly: "I suggest you not use this method of frontal attack. I can't guarantee the other Greeks, but the Spartans have never been afraid of land combat. You choose to let the fleet land in this open place." , can only waste the advantages created by sea combat.”

"It's a waste," General Shali said dissatisfiedly, "You said it as if you decided in advance that we would not be able to defeat the Greek army on land."

Neliu reminded indifferently: "You forgot to send the ship to Euboia Island?"

General Sally choked.

According to the information passed by the spies later, there were only two Spartans who wiped out the Persian soldiers who landed on Euboea Island.

The real Spartan army didn't make a move at all, and they didn't know where they were stationed.

It is likely that there is some hidden port on Uboa Island that they have not noticed.

Neliu said expressionlessly: "Unlike me, real Spartans are not afraid of pain. Soldiers can even continue to fight with missing arms and legs until the last bit of strength is exhausted. If you want to reduce Persian The loss of the army, there is only another way."

"Hmm..." Other adjutants also gathered around, a little interested.

On the battlefield, it is good to have fewer soldiers killed.

Not only to cherish human life, but also to accumulate troops for the next battle.

"How?" asked one of the adjutants.

Neliu lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, stretched out his thin hand, and picked up a pen to draw a certain place on the military map: "I saw this place on my father's military map. It's called the Gate of Scorching Heat, or Hot Spring Pass."

He added a few strokes to the map and drew the topographical map in more detail: "Here is a narrow pass with a small road behind it, only some locals know about it."

"If the Greek army can be lured here to fight, and the Persian navy lands from the sea port and presses the Greek army into the pass, the Persian army that has already occupied Macedonia can cut into the rear of the Greek army from this back path and block the Greek army. If there is no way to retreat, attack back and forth, the Greek army will be trapped in this narrow pass, and the turtle will be caught in the urn."

The adjutants couldn't help studying the map marked by Neliu, and the more they thought about it, the brighter their eyes became: "This method is not bad. If it can be implemented, maybe it will wipe out all the Greek army at a small price... What is this called? ? Thermopylae?"

"Come on! Contact the spies and find a way to verify the existence of this path." General Shali shouted loudly, and raised his glass to Neliu who turned back when he heard the sound, "If the map drawn by the military division is correct, soon, Persian The army can help you avenge. At that time, I will remember to ask the soldiers to drag all the Spartans in front of you, and cut off their heads and ears if you want... Keep enough for you to swing your knife until your hands are soft, and you will be relieved hatred."

…………

The fighting in the Macedonian region came to an end.

Before the intelligence feedback from the spies came, General Shali had nothing to worry about. This night, he and a few lieutenants drank until late at night, and then dispersed in twos and threes.

When sending people out of the tent, General Shali glanced around the corner, only to notice that the military division had left the tent at some point.

He smacked his mouth dryly, and he could almost imagine how the other party showed disgust at the smell of alcohol and left the tent as if avoiding mud.

Disappointed at the thought of that scene, General Sally curled his lips and lay back on his bed.

The other end of the barracks.

Neliu, who was sitting in the barrel taking a bath, really had a serious face, staring at a money bag in the pile of clothes beside the barrel, and remained silent.

After a while, he raised his arms, sat up halfway with a clatter on the side of the barrel, picked up the small basin next to him, soaked the money bag stained with alcohol into the small barrel, and scrubbed it carefully.

This thing has been done frequently since he fled to Persia.

Persians are fond of drinking and have a large capacity for drinking. They often talk about business when they are drunk.

As Emperor Shamis' confidant, he would inevitably attend such occasions frequently, and even if he didn't drink, he would come back smelling of alcohol.

That's not how a Spartan should smell.

Especially this money bag was given to him by Hyacinthus when he fled, and he didn't want the money bag to have the slightest smell of dishonesty.

Neliu hung the cleaned money bag on the wooden stand before leaning back and looking at the flickering bonfire.

It's hard to say how he got to where he is today.

After leaving Sparta, his life has been muddled, drifting with the tide, he can't even say that he arrived in Persia a few years ago, a year?two years?

Neliu raised his hand in a complicated mood, and looked at his calloused palm.

Who would have thought that the craftsman skills he cultivated just because he was rejected by his father and brother, and he could only entertain himself with tools, would eventually become his life-saving skills, and even help him become the confidant of the Persian emperor step by step?

He still remembered that when he had just left Sparta, he was terrified by the sudden changes around him. It was a hunter village in Arcadia that took him in, so after he recovered from the fright, he In return, help hunters build bows and arrows and weapons.

Looking back on those days now, it was extraordinarily leisurely, as beautiful as a dream.

It's a pity that dreams don't last long.

Soon bandits plundered the villages and sold them as slaves to the market.Because of his outstanding appearance and weak health, he changed hands several times, and finally resold him at a large slave market in Athens at a high price.

There, he grabbed weapons other than chisels and hammers for the first time. After escaping in a hurry, he slipped onto a Persian merchant's merchant ship. Finally, with the friendly help of the other party, he settled in Persia and started his own craftsman business.

He is not good at using weapons, but he is very good at making weapons.

An accident allowed Emperor Shamis of Persia to see the power of the small crossbow and arrows he made. After he was brought into the palace, he made more weapons with great lethality, and finally became Emperor Shamis' capable confidant. .

The Persians were very reassuring about him and never thought he would betray.

According to the informants sent by Shamis to investigate his life experience, as the crown prince of Sparta, he was slaughtered by hostile families, and the whole people opposed him, so he had to flee Sparta in a hurry.

But what about the fact?

Neliu stared at the water, recalling his hysteria when he was stopped by Hyacinthus. In addition to being ashamed, he was also a little grateful.

He knows that he is not a brave character, at most he is a little clever.

The death of his father and brother and the revelation of family scandals brought too much pressure on him.

He avoided and didn't want to bear all this. The throne was too tall and far away for him, full of thorns, and he was afraid that if he made a wrong step, he would die on it.

Even now that he has calmed down from that collapsed emotion, recalling that time, he still has to admit that Yacinthos' indulgence was the best for him, giving him a chance and making him what he is today.

If Hyacinthus forcibly dragged him back to Sparta, he might have completely collapsed and become a cowardly puppet sitting on the throne.

Rather than being like now, knowing one's own strengths, being convinced that one's strengths can influence the battle situation, and regaining the self-confidence that was taken away and trampled by his father and brother since birth.

I also regained the courage to do something that might cost my life.

Neliu soaked in the water for a while, until her light-colored eyelashes were also wet by the mist, then she got up to dry herself, changed her clothes, and walked to the table.

This was the first time in two years that he took the initiative to contact his hometown, so he sat very upright, calmed down his emotions, and wrote solemnly:

[To the King of Sparta:

As shown in the picture, the Persians have made a plan to let the fleet pretend to attack on the surface, but actually go to the strait marked by me to land at the port, so as to attack back and forth with the army that has occupied Macedonia, and wipe out the Greek army in the pass of Thermopylae.

Please make preparations early, lay an ambush in the port and the back mountain, and use the easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack terrain of Hot Spring Pass to separate the Persian navy and army.

The large size of the Persian army also means that it needs huge material support. Cutting off the navy means that the materials delivered by the navy cannot be delivered to the army. Over time, the Persian army stationed in Macedonia will retreat without a fight. 】

Neliu looked back at the letter paper to make sure there were no omissions or illegible handwriting. Then he folded the letter, accurately caught a gray pigeon from the pigeon cage next to it, and tied it to its leg.

When he came out of Sparta, except for the tools in the bag and the money bag given by Hyacinthus, there was only this pigeon raised by the Eurypontides family for generations and drifted to Persia with him.

This carrier pigeon has been flying with him all the time, and he only discovered it when he couldn't sleep on the Persian merchant's merchant ship and was wandering on the deck at night.

In order not to be too conspicuous, he secretly hid it along the way. After arriving in Persia, he borrowed money from a Persian merchant and went to the market to buy several gray pigeons before releasing it and mixing it with other pigeons.

Fortunately, he was cautious enough. When Emperor Shamis investigated him, he also investigated the origin of the pigeons.

Neliu walked out of the tent with the pigeon in his arms, and specially found an angle around the tent where the soldiers could not see, and let the pigeon fly.

"Your Excellency, Military Advisor?"

Amidst the sound of the pigeons flapping their wings and flying away, a confused voice sounded from behind Neliu: "Why are you releasing the pigeons at this time?"

"...!" A layer of cold sweat broke out on Neliu's back, but with a bit of impatience on his face, he turned around with a frown and looked sternly at the person behind him.

The laborer held a small wooden basin and a bath towel and poked his head around the tent: "Your Excellency, Military?"

Neliu breathed a sigh of relief indiscriminately: "Report to His Majesty about the upcoming naval battle arrangements, how about it? You are late to deal with the bath water, and you still have the time to ask me what I am doing?"

The slave was taken aback, and hurriedly apologized: "I... I didn't mean to, there's a lot of work to be done in the kitchen, I didn't get out for a while—"

Neliu sneered: "For the first time, there will inevitably be the second and third time. If you are not punished this time, and the news gets out, all the laborers will dare to neglect me. Come—"

"No! No, no," the laborer hurried over and hugged Neliu's thigh, "Please don't call people, I'm really just a little late, I, I, I will definitely not tell you what happened tonight. Go out, otherwise, without your telling me, the officer will punish me for doing things badly! So, so you don’t have to worry about forgiving me at all, it will make other laborers feel terrified, I promise you!"

Neliu suppressed the internal injury, resisted the urge to scream "You crushed my lame leg", forcibly controlled the muscles on his face, and slowly performed a "slightly sluggish" change process: "That's the best, I It's not the kind of cruel and merciless person. Go and deal with the tub, I'll pretend that your negligence tonight never happened..."

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After the oracle's prophecy was conveyed to Corinth, the progress of the parliament became much smoother.

The leaders at the meeting finally showed a little sincerity that they did not intend to spend the winter in Corinth, and the only stick to stir up shit was the hook-nosed general of Athens, Dicia.

In the end, it was the consul in Athens who made a fuss, and Dicia died down, and finally pinched his nose to recognize the decision of Sparta to command the army and Athens to command the navy.

"To be honest, this decision is quite a headache for me," Yacintos said with his brother back to the Spartan garrison on the Corinthian border, while showing the other party the Persian crossbow brought by the soldiers, "My name is There is a pirate regiment among the allies who came to join the war, who knows if General Disia will take this opportunity to make trouble."

While Oss turned around, he gestured at A-Ka: While his brother is being attracted by the giant crossbow, let's sneak away later and kiss alone, understand?

Hyacinthus made a series of complicated gestures, and finally put up two thumbs up and leaned against a stick.

"..." Aka watched Jacintos play hooligans with only his thumbs with a blank face.

Hyacinthus felt that the matter was a sure thing.

When he took the initiative last time, Aka didn't resist much.

It's his fault that he still wanted to have demeanor at the time, leaving A-Ka the opportunity and leeway to refuse, but now that he thinks about it, demeanor has a use for nothing!

Oss cautiously fiddled with the giant crossbow, completely oblivious to his disappointing younger brother eagerly wanting to be hugged by a pig behind him: "You can chat with the consul in Athens alone, the consul makes the decision."

"Huh?" Jacintos immediately continued, "But Aizhi said that the consul is not too tough?"

"If you really don't have the skills, you won't be able to sit in the position of consul." Oss straightened up and looked at Jacintos. "I don't know about your amnesia... including the situation related to Athens. In short, Athens It has always been ruled by a tyrant until the consul Neke mobilized Athenians who supported democratic politics and ended the dictatorship of the previous tyrant.”

"The reason why Nico has been patient with that Disia is because there are many aristocratic forces behind him. These noble forces support the tyrant's rule, and it is difficult to remove him at once. Disia is just a leader they pushed to the front."

In fact, Hyacinthus knew about these changes as soon as he knew the existence of Persia and Rome, but he still pretended to be a little surprised when he heard it for the first time: "Is that so? If you don't tell me, I will I really don't know... It seems that I have to make up my homework. Brother, about the pirates, can you talk to the consul for me? I don't want to show any flaws and be caught by them."

The reliable elder brother responds to every request: "Leave it to me."

Oss looked at Ju Nu with some reluctance, and resolutely chose the latter before Ju Nu and his younger brother, and turned to leave the camp.

The curtain of the tent was drawn down, and except for the dancing torches, only Hyacinthus and Akka remained.

Hyacinthus licked his lips, and was amused by his own small movements, always feeling like a pervert in those dramas.

So when he spoke again, there was a smile on the corners of his eyes and brows: "Don't move."

Hyacinthus stretched out his arms, propped himself on the giant crossbow behind A-Ka, and raised his eyebrows at A-Ka lazily with a bit of arrogance: "If you move, I don't know what will happen..."

When Oss left just now, the giant crossbow was equipped with bows and arrows. Being surrounded by Yacintos, Aka really didn’t move anymore. As for being threatened, he still intends to cooperate... Yacintos himself Leaning towards the latter.

Jacintos didn’t care about the surface of the giant crossbow. His eyes fell on Aka’s slightly rolling Adam’s apple, and he couldn’t help but licked his lower lip again: “Do you feel a little thirsty——”

"Report—ah? Are you thirsty, Your Majesty?"

The door curtain was opened again, and the winter wind poured into the door, making the whole camp cool, just like the mood of Hyacinthus who was pushed away by Aka at this time: "...No, what do you want to say?"

Let you talk nonsense, let you flirt, Yacintos beats himself in the heart, and he doesn't know how to gain wisdom, and the kiss is over...

The soldier at the door said loudly: "There is an urgent message from Sparta, and it is from His Majesty Una."

"Huh?" Hyacinthos restrained his mind slightly, "What is it?"

"A letter, and...a hoe." The soldier didn't know how to describe it, so he simply waved and asked someone to bring everything over.

"The hoe that Cleo lost?" Aka picked up the iron hoe, "I thought you had already thrown it away."

Yacintos smacked his lips, showing the essence of "filial son": "It was thrown away, thrown into my father's backyard."

He opened the letter and read a few sentences: "...destroy the Greek army in the pass of Thermopylae..."

"..." Jacintos's casual expression converged, and he frowned and quickly read the rest of the content, flipping through the front and back of the letter paper repeatedly. What means?"

Aka raised his eyes and glanced at the letter paper, then looked down at the iron hoe, turned the handle of the hoe, and handed it to Yacintos: "Look at the engraving on it."

[Cleo lost to Hyacinthos, I hereby compensate you]

The lettering on the handle of the hoe matches the writing on the letter paper exactly.

In the blink of an eye, a short memory suddenly flashed in Yacintos' mind: In the chaotic battlefield, Neliu was knocked to the ground by his horse, and the scattered packages contained craftsmen's supplies.

He remembered the consistent attitude of Cleo and his son towards Neliu, and also remembered that Neliu had promised to pay for a hoe in order to get away with Kleo who was defeated in the competition. Lyu obviously didn't agree with this method of summing up.

It is not difficult to imagine how Cleo vented his anger on his useless younger brother after returning home, and it is not impossible to order the other party to perform what he promised.

Yacintos lightly groped for the inscription on the surface of the iron picket with his fingertips, and paused slightly on a mark at the end: "...Huh?"

He took the iron pick from A-Ka and took a closer look: "Wait?"

This mark is a bit familiar. When he "sieged" A-Ka with the giant crossbow just now, he pressed his hand on a raised place, slightly shaking his hand. When he was pushed away by A-Ka, he glanced at it inadvertently, as if it was this mark?

Jacintos suddenly turned his head, and matched the engraving on the handle of the hoe with the giant crossbow: "Neiliu? Are these giant crossbows made by Neliu?"

The Spartan soldier at the door was startled: "That Highness has never shown such talent!"

"Well," Hyacinthus responded, and began to be a little absent-minded. He flipped through the letter paper, "The problem now is..."

Do you want to believe this letter from Neliu?

Hyacinthus didn't know that after Neleu left Sparta, he went to Persia and made so many weapons.

But the place of Hot Spring Pass did touch a key word in his memory.

Before receiving this letter, Yacintos sent people to Thermopylae Pass to check the terrain carefully in order to prevent any problems, which was exactly the same as the topographic map drawn by Neliu, including the secret path.

But based on this alone, it is still difficult for him to make up his mind to believe in Neliu. After all, this is a war, and he has to bear the lives of tens of thousands of Greek troops.

Aka suddenly stretched out his hand in silence, took off the torch next to him, brought the letter paper from Hyacinthus, and placed it on top of the flame to burn it.

New patterns gradually emerged on the back of the original blank letter paper, from the giant crossbow beside Hyacinthus to the small crossbow. Arrows that can be installed on the back of the soldier's hand.

In the center of the letter paper are two giants that are bigger than a crossbow. They both have huge bases, one has a thick swinging arm, and the other has a backboard as wide as a wooden bridge.

Neliu carefully drew the structure in the picture, and marked the name and purpose of this big guy:

[The siege device, once tested in the field, is enough to destroy the city wall made of marble]

[The second siege machine has been tested in the field and can be mounted on the city wall, allowing five to six soldiers to rush up the city wall at the same time, as if walking on flat ground]

Hyacinthus took a sharp breath.

The soldier was still trying to keep up with the rhythm: "Ah, there are so many important drawings, should we believe this letter?"

"It's not a question of belief or disbelief," Oss's voice came from the side of the tent. He didn't know when he came back. He stood beside Yacintos and watched for a long time without saying a word. At this time, he said in a deep voice, " Had Persia possessed these siege engines, and they had not chosen to fight us at Thermopylae, our army would have been vulnerable, and the city would have been vulnerable to their attack."

Hyacinthus felt heavy in his heart, nodded and said, "So, we should—"

Oss stared sharply, and poked at his disappointing younger brother: "You should be more reserved!"

"You are a boy..." The elder brother was heartbroken, "If I hadn't kept an eye out and waited near the camp, what would you do? Hmm? What would you do?"

"..." The younger brother was stunned for a moment by the topic that the elder brother took off, and soon opened his eyes innocently, "Of course I did something that all men in the world would do! I am no longer a boy, elder brother, how can you do this?" It's disgusting to say..."

The elder brother's heart hurts: "You are talking nonsense, in my heart, you will always be a child!"

Hyacinthus: "..."

What?You want me to be a virgin forever?

The author has something to say: Facing work:

Father: Come here.

Brother: I'm coming!

Facing dating:

Father: Come on!

Brother: Stop.

Yacintos: I hope my father and brother can combine organically and learn from each other's strengths