"There is another question." Davers asked seriously: "Where can we get out of the jurisdiction of the Persian royal family on this journey?"

Marigi was eager to please Davers, thought about it seriously, and then drew a circle on the sketch: "Here! Mespira!"

"Mespira?" Davers looked at the pattern on the ground carefully.

"Mespira is Nineveh, the capital of Assyrianity! After it goes further, it is Dukeya." Marigi emphasized.

Davers nodded: "You're familiar with Dukeya?"

"I'm not very familiar with them. I just did business with them and exchanged food for their mountain goods!" Mariji said, with anger on his face: "But they are savages who are unfaithful. They often do not pay, hurt people, and forcefully rob things!"

After listening carefully, Davers turned his head and said to Martonis, "Take his family to the baggage camp and let Melsis take good care of it, but you must tell Melsis not to abuse him and his wife and daughter, and not to treat them as slaves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mariji knelt down with a "shot": "Please! Please! Let me go! And my wife and daughter! I said everything! Please let us go..."

"It seems that you can understand Greek, and you pretend not to understand before." Davers said.

Mariji did not make any excuses at this time, but just kept crying.

"In fact, I will not let you go with your family for your own good. Do you know that your lord, the king's brother, Cyrus, has died in battle!"

Marigi suddenly stopped crying, and his hands holding Davers' legs also lost their strength, and asked weakly: "His Highness Cyrus really dead?"

"Actually you have guessed it just now, didn't you? Otherwise, how could Tsavones take us here? And he allowed us to rob your village, because this is the punishment for the rebellion of Cyrus! I believe that this punishment will never be the only one time! Everyone who has a close relationship with him may not be able to escape, are you right?"

Mariji was already slumped on the ground, in a daze.

Martonis pulled him up and dragged him out.

"This man doesn't look like an ordinary businessman." Shilos said to Davers as he watched Marigi dragged out of the tent.

"You are right!" Davers nodded. The family lived in a dilapidated house, but they hid a lot of gold, silver and gorgeous clothes. It only looked at his and his wife's temperament, not like an ordinary Persian merchant, and was proficient in Greek and knew so many things. Perhaps he was a relative of Little Cyrus, or his supervisor, or his royal merchant. After knowing that Little Cyrus was rebellious, he hid in a remote village in his territory to avoid disaster. If it weren't for the village chief's complaint, he would have almost missed a big fish.

Davers was glad to think that he had selected the matter of how he tortured the village chief and his family. He said to Hilos: "Captain, please give me some more emphasis to Melsis again. He is very useful to us! Since Cyrus is dead, I want him to sincerely surrender to us!"

A soldier gave his captain orders, and everyone present didn't find it strange that Davers's leadership in the team had been established.

"Okay." Hilos quickly walked out of the tent without hesitation.

"Pichols, thank you very much! You have helped me a lot today!" Davers turned to a warrior and said.

"It is my honor to be able to help you!" Pickles said slightly respectfully.

Davers took out two Drakmas and stuffed them into his hands.

"This...this..." Pickles pretended to refuse.

Davers said: "Please accept it! I really have to thank you for this matter today. I also hope you can keep it a secret and don't let Menon know!"

After hearing this, Picoles stopped refusing, stuffed the silver coins in his arms, and said, "Don't worry, I don't like that guy either! Ask Hades that I won't reveal a word!" Picoles made a closure gesture, and then said excitedly: "If you have such a job next time, just call me!"

"You must be indispensable!" Davers smiled.

Picoles left the tent, and Gilgris immediately asked with concern: "Piccoles is Menon's Persian translation. Is he reliable?"

"I heard that Menon speaks Persian, and Picoles had nothing to do at all. Instead, he was often ordered by Menon as a coolie. He would be so stupid that he offended us, not to mention that he could still make money." Olivers interrupted. After he woke up, he knew that he had almost gone to hell, so he immediately thanked Davers. Unexpectedly, Davers reacted coldly to him and realized something, so he has been quiet until now.

But as soon as he spoke, the tent fell into a brief silence.

"Davers, how did you know that the Persian merchant buried his money in the yard?" Giogris asked suddenly.

Davers understood that Giogris wanted to liven up the atmosphere, and said with the flow: "It's very simple. When we captured Marigi, I found that he was not only worried that his wife and daughter would be bullied by us-" Davers said this and glanced at Olivers: "I quietly looked at the old tree in the yard from time to time. I walked over and looked carefully. There was a place under the tree with a different color and it was new soil. Of course, I became suspicious, but I didn't scare him much. This guy was timid and confessed on his own initiative."

Several people praised Davers for his attentiveness, especially Olivers spoke at the highest volume.

Davers said to Giogris: "This money is of great use to us. You go to the baggage camp every day to check it out, so don't let that fat man take advantage of it."

"OK."

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After the Greek mercenaries repeatedly looted, the marching column of the team became even larger and bloated.

In the following days, as Marigi said, the army continued to march along the right bank of the Tigris River, and then crossed the river to reach the city, Gani. Here, they received another sufficient supply. However, the suspicion of the Persians by the Greek mercenary soldiers became more and more serious, and new rumors spread among the army, resulting in an increase in conflict between the soldiers of the two armies after the camp was set up.

Finally, when they arrived at the Zapatas River, a large-scale armed fight occurred between the soldiers of the two armies. More than 100 people on both sides held weapons and fought, killing and injured more than ten people. If the leaders of both sides had not arrived in time and sent troops to separate the two sides in time, the result would be unimaginable.

This caused the next day's march to be cancelled and the soldiers of each battalion were restricted from leaving the battalion. They were marching every day, and Davers and the others were physically and mentally exhausted. They had a rare day of free time, and everyone slept in a lazy sleep.

Melsis of the baggage battalion seized the time to slaughter some of the robbed livestock and make them into meat sausages.

Just as Davers woke up, Antonios got into the tent with anxiety: "Davers, Menon, Cliercus, Proxinus and other leaders were going to the Persian barracks to negotiate!"

"What!!!" Davers turned over and sat up in shock.

"I heard that after what happened last night, Cliercus immediately went to Tisavonis to negotiate, hoping to eliminate the suspicion of mutual distrust between the two sides and avoid such hostility. Perhaps the two sides had a good talk. Cliercus spent the night in the Persian barracks directly. This morning he returned safely, and then sent someone to inform the leaders of the various barracks to go to the Persian barracks with him to have further talks with Tisavonis. It is said that many soldiers and team officials in other barracks opposed their past, but in the end the leaders reached an agreement and they were about to set off." Antonios finished the process quickly.

"Why is no one in our camp informing us of this?" Hilos asked in surprise.

"Menon did not discuss with others, he only quietly brought two squadron captains, Capes and Millstic." Antonios said with an awkward expression. He knew in his heart that after the last collective "forced palace" incident,

Most team officials and soldiers were no longer willing to obey Menon's orders, and after Menon lost all his prestige, he no longer wanted to discuss it with them. He directly found two squadron leaders who were willing to listen to him.

Antonios did not explain in detail, but said, "I also heard the noise of soldiers from the nearby Socrates barracks, and only after asking, I learned about this."

"Who are the people who went there?" Davers stood up and asked with a serious expression as he quickly dressed.

Antonios's heart skipped a beat, and Daphs' expression confirmed the uneasiness in his heart: "Five leaders of Clirkus, Proxinus, Menon, Socrates, Achias, and more than a dozen squadron leaders."
Chapter completed!