Chapter 5
"The king's army is coming! The king's army is coming! " A scout galloped from afar and repeatedly shouted in Persia and Greek.
The soldiers who were about to stop and rest were in an uproar.
"Partychias, is what you said true? Is Artaxerxes really here?! "Seeing the cavalryman who had just jumped off his horse, Little Cyrus asked impatiently.
"Yes, Your Highness. Artaxerxes is here! Artaxerxes is here too! And that … damn Tisafniss is here too!! "Partychias panted heavily and said in a hoarse voice.
"Very good, my friend! Very good! He is finally here!! " Little Cyrus jumped off his horse excitedly and asked his servant to put on his breastplate while he shouted to his adjutant, Alreus, "Inform the entire army to prepare for battle!!"
"Yes, Your Highness!" Alreus hurriedly shouted to the messenger, "Inform the Greeks immediately and quickly form up on our right flank! Prepare for battle! "
The messenger galloped away.
Alreus then called the Persia generals. Little Cyrus asked them to lead the soldiers to spread out on his left flank while he led 800 cavalrymen in the center.
The attentive Altapates asked, "How many enemies are there?"
"About 60,000 … or 80,000 …" Partychias recalled the scene he had seen and a trace of fear appeared on his face.
"So many people!!" The attendants exclaimed with fear on their faces.
"Haha! Are you afraid? My friend. " Little Cyrus stepped forward and gave Partychias a strong hug, not at all disgusted by his dusty and sweaty body. Then, he turned around and mounted his horse, shouting to the surroundings, "My friends, are you afraid?!"
The followers and guards of Little Cyrus all expressed their bravery.
"No matter how many soldiers Artaxerxes has, he is still the same cowardly Artaxerxes! Don't forget, even a small hound can scare him to the point of peeing! "Little Cyrus' vulgar words caused a burst of laughter around him.
"And I have you! And my army! Together, we defeated the mighty Athens Olympic Games! The Athens that defeated Persia time and again! "Every time Little Cyrus glanced at a person, that person would straighten his back.
"And we have the valiant Greeks! They will fight alongside us! "Cyrus the Younger looked to the right, where the Greek heavy infantry were slowly getting into formation. Seeing this, his heart was filled with confidence. "We are unstoppable! We cannot win!! "
"Victory!" Altapateus shouted first. Then, everyone rushed to shout, "Victory!"
Faced with high morale, Little Cyrus raised his right hand high. "Friends! Brave warriors! After this victory, I swear to the Supreme God Mazda that I will do my best to repay your friendship and sacrifice!! "
"Cyrus, the great!" someone shouted. Then, like a flash flood, the shouts were like a tide.
… …
"Hey, Matonis. What's the situation? "The Devers could not help but pat the shoulder of the soldier in front of them.
"How many times have you asked! No! No! " Matonis wiped his sweaty neck with his free left hand and shouted irritably, "Why isn't the enemy here yet? The sun is already in the middle of the sky! If I wait any longer, I'll be roasted by its flames! "
"Matonis, even if your meat is roasted, I don't want to smell it. I've been eating so much meat recently that I want to vomit, "a soldier next to him said glibly, causing the soldiers to laugh.
"Shut up! Olivers, you lecherous guy, if you want me to put your hand in your mouth and let you taste your own flesh, you can continue talking! "Matonis waved his strong arm and threatened fiercely.
"Oh, I'm so scared!" Olivers pretended to be scared, causing the crowd to laugh again.
"Stand properly, stop fooling around! Menon is here! " As soon as Hilos finished speaking, he heard a sharp voice. "Brats, where do you think this is? Is this your family's banquet? "
A well-proportioned soldier with a red tassel on his helmet stood in front of the phalanx, pointed at them and scolded, "This is a battlefield! If you don't do your best, then Hades will be happy to visit you! "
"Menon with a rotten mouth!" Someone shouted in the line.
"Who said that?! Stand up!!! "Everyone held back their laughter and gloated as they watched Myron jump in front of them and shout angrily.
At this moment, someone shouted sternly, "Look, in front!!!"
The soldiers immediately looked ahead. Soon, the smile on their faces was quickly replaced by horror.
Smoke and dust rose as far as their eyes could see, shrouding the hills, trees, and houses in a gray haze.
After a while, a thin black line drilled out of the smoke and began to stretch to both sides, gradually becoming thicker …
A moment later, when the soldiers could barely see the outline of the enemy, countless lights began to dazzle everyone's eyes under the dazzling sun.
Armors, spears, spears, shields … The cold light they emitted was as boundless as the Milky Way in the night sky. The sound of footsteps, shouts, and neighs of horses converged into a rolling sound wave. Even the earth trembled, not to mention a human's legs.
Just as Olivers felt that he was about to fall, he heard Hilos shout, "Prepare for battle!"
"Prepare for battle!!"
"Prepare for battle!!!"
The Greek mercenary soldiers put on their helmets, took off the round shields hanging on their left shoulders, held their spears, and began to hit the shields.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! " The loud noise made Olivers and the other soldiers realize that they were also in the midst of a powerful force, and their mood gradually calmed down.
… …
The army of the King of Persia was still advancing slowly and orderly: the hob carriages were at the front, followed by the archers without armor, followed by the light cavalry, and the infantry with long shields and the infantry with spears, spears, and vine shields. The heavily armored cavalry was divided into two parts, one to surround the King of Persia, and the other was deployed on the left wing of the army …
The mighty Persia army was like the thick clouds in the sky before a storm, slowly pressing down and suffocating.
… …
At this moment, Cyrus the Younger galloped left and right along the army formation with a few attendants, giving instructions to each Greek mercenary leader …
With continuous cheers, he had reached the far right end of the Greek army formation, and could even see the roaring Euphrates River not far away.
"Salute, Your Highness!" Krulkus saluted.
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