Chapter 1299
There were a few bloody wounds on Sekerian's broad back. What caught Midolades' attention the most was that his tanned skin, which had been exposed to the sun and wind all year round, was now so pale that it was frightening.
"How is he?" Midolades asked the doctor who was dispensing medicine next to him worriedly.
The doctor looked up at him, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice with a serious expression, "… Not too good. He's been shot many times, and he's lost a lot of blood. He's been soaking in the sea for too long …"
Midolades was shocked. He wanted to ask again, but he heard a weak voice next to his ear, "… Midolades … You're here … How's the situation?"
Midolades looked towards the source of the voice and saw Sekerian, who had been motionless, turning his head to look at him with his lifeless eyes.
"Doctor, he … he's awake!" Midolades said happily.
"He woke up not long after he was sent here, and he kept asking about the situation of the naval battle …" The doctor sighed and said, "Hurry up and tell him, lest he keeps worrying about it and affects his recovery."
Midolades walked to the bed and squatted down. He thought for a moment, and then half-knelt on the ground. This way, he and Sekerian could talk more easily.
Before he could say anything, Sekerian smiled first. "… It's not easy to make the arrogant commander of the second fleet kneel. It seems that I'll have to get more injuries in the future …"
Midolades looked at his unusually dry lips and said in a low voice, "If I were you, I'd calm down and listen to you now. That way, your body will recover faster."
Sekerian rolled his eyes and did not say anything.
Midolades then said in a low voice, "According to the rough statistics after the war, we sank more than 160 warships and captured nearly 350. The Persia fleet suffered heavy losses. Of course, we also paid a heavy price. A total of 218 warships were sunk … It's all thanks to you leading a small number of warships to defend the coastal waters, which bought us time and also weakened the enemy's stamina and morale. That's why we won so easily. Now that the Persia fleet has been completely defeated, we will be in control of the entire Near East Sea! "
"… We didn't let His Majesty down … Speaking of which, it's a pity that I didn't get to witness the outcome of this great naval battle … Sigh, I've always been used to attacking … The first time I fought a defensive battle, I suffered a defeat … I'm still not as good as you in this aspect …"
Midolades said in a serious tone, "I've said it before. It's because you chose to stand your ground against the Persia fleet that was several times larger than yours that we won this great victory. This glorious victory was accomplished under your command! As a result of this victory, the mighty Dionysian fleet will no longer have the opportunity to engage in defensive battles! "
Sekerian stared blankly at his comrade. After a while, a trace of fear appeared on his pale face. "… Mido, am I getting old? … Back in the war with the Syracuse Navy … My warship was also sunk … I fell into the sea and was also hit in the shoulder by an arrow … I only rested for ten days and recovered … But now … But now … I can only move my neck … I … I … I can't feel my hands and feet at all … "
When Midolades heard this, he wanted to comfort him, but he did not know what to say. The doctor behind him reminded him, "General, I'm going to apply medicine to the patient. In order not to affect the treatment, please go back first. You can visit him later."
"Rest well, you'll get better!" Midolades had no choice but to stand up and grab Sekerian's hand. He wanted to give him some encouragement, but the coldness of Sekerian's hand shocked him.
Sekerian could not raise his head to look at him. He could only say softly, "Mido … I'll leave the fleet to you … Take care of our brothers …"
"Don't worry, I will!" Midolades replied solemnly.
When he left the bed and saw the doctors and nurses surrounding Sekerian, he could not help but feel an indescribable sadness in his heart …
… …
Most of the Dionysian Army that had landed in Egypt had moved to the territories of Pei-Ramses and Dafenae. Only the First Legion was still stationed in Memphis, because the King of Devers was still there.
As the commander-in-chief of the army, the Devers were supposed to stay with the main army. He had always done so, but this time was different. The Kingdom of Diónia had just annexed Egypt. Although the Asistes had been appointed to govern Egypt, the presence of the King of Diónia would undoubtedly make the handling of government affairs smoother, which would be more conducive to the smooth transition of Egypt. Therefore, the Devers seized this period of time to help the Asistes solve some problems. At the same time, he appointed Alexis to go to Dafenae to temporarily take charge of the army on his behalf. He also asked Felicius, Epthenis, and the others to help him manage the military affairs, plan, and prepare for the raid on Cyprus. This group of old people who had already retired and had originally followed him to Persia were once again entrusted with important tasks.
After the military raid on Cyprus began, waiting for the result was a difficult process, especially for such a major military operation. Therefore, the Devers did not sleep well these days.
On this day, at the strong request of Henipolis, the Devers went for a walk in the garden to relax after dinner.
The garden of the Pharaoh of Tarib Palace was vast, and there was a large artificial lake in the middle. Water from the Nile River was brought in, and various aquatic plants such as lotus flowers were planted in the lake. There were also all kinds of wild ducks with their wings clipped, wild geese, and even the rare hippopotamus. All kinds of rare trees and flowers were planted around the artificial lake, and there were even some ostriches.
At this time, it was spring, and the garden was in full bloom. The birds were singing, and the insects were chirping. It was exceptionally lively. Strolling on the flat road beside the lake, breathing in the moist air with the fragrance of plants, it was relaxing and relaxing, and all worries were gone.
The Devers could not help but sigh, "This is really a good place! We should let Crystal, Stoya, and Aegnis stay here for a while! "
"Your Majesty, didn't General Prososus lead the Greek coalition to completely defeat the Persia's Asia Minor army? I believe that they will soon be able to force Miletus to surrender. You can let the two concubines stay in Memphis for a while before going to Miletus …" As the court clerk of the Devers and the biographer personally authorized by him, Henipolis was more familiar with the Devers' family affairs.
The Devers shook their heads, "We have not yet defeated the Persia fleet, and we have not completely taken control of the eastern Mediterranean. They can not come for the time being, it is not safe."
Henipolis secretly hated himself for talking too much. He had inadvertently reminded His Majesty of the ongoing war. He was thinking of ways to divert the king's attention when he heard the Devers shout, "Don't stop it, let it come!"
It turned out that an ostrich, perhaps out of curiosity, actually walked boldly towards the Devers. The guards went forward to chase it away, but were stopped by the Devers.
The ostrich was only a young bird, but it was already as tall as an adult. It walked straight to the Devers with its long, slender legs. Its pair of big eyes blinked as it curiously looked at the new king of Upper and Lower Egypt. It looked very cute, but it made the guards and attendants around it nervous.
The Great Devers could not help but reach out to it, and it immediately retreated in alarm.
The Devers smiled and said softly, "Don't be afraid."
The ostrich seemed to understand. It stopped retreating, blinked its big eyes, and tilted its head to the left, then to the right. Then, it carefully walked up and gently pecked the Devers' palm with its long beak. Seeing that the Devers did not respond, it pecked a few more times.
The guards immediately shouted loudly, and the ostrich felt afraid. It immediately turned around and ran away.
"It's just a bird. What's there to worry about? It just made my hand itch," the Devers complained.
"Your Majesty, do you want the guards to catch an ostrich for you?" Heniboris asked hurriedly.
The Devers waved his hand. "Don't do that. It's more interesting to watch them play and run freely in this garden! Thanks to your suggestion, it's really interesting to walk around this garden! — — "
As the Devers spoke, the smile on his face suddenly froze. He saw guards rushing from the direction of the palace.
"Your Majesty, an urgent battle report from Naukratis!"
The Devers immediately took the papyrus scroll tied with a black rope and could not wait to open it. After reading it, his face was gloomy.
"Your Majesty, this is — —" Heniboris felt nervous.
"Our fleet defeated the Persia fleet, and the army successfully landed in Cyprus."
"This is a joyous occasion! But … Your Majesty, you don't seem too happy … "
"The battle report said that Sekerian was severely injured and paralyzed. He can't move …" The Devers said in a low voice.
The soldiers and attendants who were cheering for the victory immediately fell silent. They quietly followed the Devers on the path beside the lake.
After a long time, the Devers stopped and said, "Herney, prepare the records."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" The attendants immediately gave Heniboris a pen and paper, and brought over a wooden bench. The guards then retreated with the attendants and set up a perimeter.
"Inform the Midolades. After Sekerian's condition stabilizes, send him back to Turís as soon as possible. Let all the doctors in Turís do their best to treat him. I hope … he can recover!" The Devers sighed. "At the same time, write a letter to the Ministry of Military Affairs. Let Olivers and Printos discuss the possibility of erecting a statue of Sekerian in front of the Ministry of Military Affairs building and naming the First Fleet the Sekerian Fleet."
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