Douluo: The Adventures of King Skin

"Even if we let the communist army catch [-] pigs, they wouldn't be able to catch them all in three days!"

——Wang Yaowu

Master Wang is here!

This good news spread like a spring breeze throughout the dire straits of Thessaly with the expedited printing of the "Bright Eyes Times"!

Look at this thick, black headline:

"The Triumph of Pyrrhus"!

“…King Pyrrhus, who was always concerned about the vital interests of the people of Thessaly, took action to benefit the people of Thessaly and create a bright future!

"He summoned three thousand like-minded righteous men, personally took on the danger, set out from Athens, and landed at Iolkos. He fought continuously day and night, and defeated the Kashan Mountain in one battle with a small number of enemies at the foot of Philae a few days ago. The five-thousand-strong army of Germany’s bastard and the pseudo-governor of Pyrrhus!

“The pseudo-governor who helped the emperor to do evil, acted as a helper to the tiger, did evil, and whose hands were stained with the blood of the people of Thessaly was begged by King Pyrrhus himself!

"How magnificent! King Pyrrhus..."

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"Hey! Zenas, isn't this a bit too much?"

"What is written here is all true!" Lao Qi, who came from Larissa on a starry night, said with sincerity:

"You always advise us - we should seek truth from facts when doing news. If there is a deviation in the report, we must be responsible!

"Moreover, without your divine sword, I don't know how much more blood the soldiers would have paid, and how much more suffering the people of Thessaly would have suffered!"

"Ashamed! So ashamed..." Pyrrhus waved his hands repeatedly, "This is all the result of the bloody battles of our comrades and the joint efforts of the people of Thessaly!"

"You are too modest!" Zinas couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

"Zinas is right, you are too humble!" A middle-aged man with a happy face next to him said, "But humility is also a virtue that only a wise man has..."

"Oh? I haven't asked you yet...?"

"Your Majesty, please let me introduce to you. This is Creon, a famous family in Thessaly." Zenas pointed at the crowd and said: "They are all outstanding representatives of the people of Thessaly. They are not afraid of anything." With great difficulty, he launched an uprising in the city of Larissa and captured the Acropolis!”

"Dear King Pyrrhus, the glory and glory belong to you!" A young man came up and grabbed Pyrrhus's arm with an eager face, staring at Pyrrhus with wet eyes: "My name is Scopas, from Olympia. I heard about your heroic deeds during the game!"

Zenas smiled and pointed at this young man who was only a few years older than Pyrrhus:

"This is the representative of the Scopadai family of Crenon. Scopas is not only of noble blood, but also extremely brave. He was the first to scale the city wall during the battle to capture the Acropolis!"

"My achievements are in no way comparable to King Pyrrhus!" Scopas couldn't stand the praise, and his handsome face was flushed. "I don't have the ability to win the 'triple laurels', nor do I have the courage to fight for the just cause of the alien people. Dedication...

"Please allow me to follow you. I am willing to fight for you, even if it costs me my life!"

"..." Pyrrhus said with a smile on his face: "Okay... but please don't say 'sacrifice your life'. I hope that each of us can survive the battle. When Cassander is defeated, we will still be able to survive." Let’s build a new Thessaly!”

Scopas was too excited to speak. He just grabbed Pyrrhus's hand and nodded heavily, looking at Pyrrhus with fiery eyes.

"..."

"Ahem... Your Majesty," Zenas said, "Let me introduce to you, this is..."

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This is not the same as what was said!

Pyrrhus thought of the knights and retinues of Western Europe, the names and nicknames of Japan, the kings and prefects of the Northern Dynasties, the eagle and leopard warriors of South America, Alexander and his friends who had just died...

Do you have to pay this much to achieve martial arts? !

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Here in the Juyi Hall, all the heroes are having fun, and there are people in the prison camp over there who are full and have nothing to do.

Several Macedonian prisoners of war took the IOU given by Pyrrhus and turned it over and over. One of them couldn't help but say:

"I didn't say that Pyrrhus robbed me of my money. I also robbed other people's money when I won the battle. But it's good for him. He didn't say he robbed me, but said he borrowed it."

"Who says it's not the case!" A veteran with a weathered face next to him took over: "How can I ask him for money based on such a small piece of cloth? That's half a talent! I can only save so much in my life. point……"

"That's it!"

"You still pretend to be a good person after taking the spoils!"

The prisoners all agreed, and the more they thought about it, the angrier they became. Some of them threw the IOUs to the ground and stepped on them severely.

"Tch—" a guard at the camp gate made a disdainful voice.

"You! What do you mean?!" The Macedonian veteran was unhappy at the time.He had fought in battles all his life, and had been a prisoner several times. He was well versed in the battles against the successors.Even though he was being imprisoned now, he knew in his heart that he would not kill the prisoner after paying the money, so he did not hide it, and he would show it directly to his face.

"What do I mean?" The guard turned around. He was also a veteran with a white beard, and he spoke with a Macedonian accent:

"Who cares enough about your little money to give 'half a talent'? If Pyrrhus hadn't come here to fight, people would stoop down to pick up half a talent if it fell on the ground!"

"He is definitely not worth picking up! If I were the king of Epirus, I wouldn't pick it up, because I would lose my share!" A young prisoner of war answered: "It's a pity that he was no longer a prince, and now he has lost half of it. He also has to pick up the drachma.”

"Ha!" The veteran sneered: "Epirus? It's a poorer place than Macedonia in the early years. How much money can a king make there? King Pyrrhus never meant this!

"You know that before we came, the prince was raising military expenses in the city of Athens, and he raised this amount in one night!"

The veteran opened his palm and made a "five" sign.

"Fifty talents?"

"Shit! Five hundred talents!"

Now the prisoners of war were shocked!The young prisoner of war hurriedly asked: "How did he raise so much money?"

"Borrowed it! All the rich people in Athens borrowed it from him!" The veteran said, "Why do you think you can lend it to him?"

"Why?" The prisoners of war were all curious: "Aren't they afraid that Pyrrhus will be ruined if he dies?"

"Oh," the veteran gave a thumbs up, "because our prince can make money!

"He opened that mirror workshop in Athens, that big standing mirror as tall as a person, first-class goods!

"The merchants in Athens are afraid that they won't be able to get the goods, so the five hundred talents are just the order money!"

The prisoners of war marveled: "His mirror workshop needs to make more money while it's old!"

"What's this? There's more!" the veteran continued:

"The 'little strip of cloth' you just mentioned was invented by our prince. It's called 'artificial paper'. A whole piece can be exchanged for half a drachma!"

"Hiss—" The prisoner who had just stepped on the IOU hurriedly picked it up again and carefully patted the soil on it.

"Let me tell you, if there is more money than there is, it is just a number in the eyes of our prince. People don't care about money at all!"

"After all, it's better to borrow money. He really doesn't care about money, so why would he 'borrow' money from us?" The old prisoner of war looked disbelieving.

"You still don't believe me when I say that I don't care about money," the veteran replied: "For a person like our prince, the one who cares about money is of course the old Emperor Alexander... you know."

The prisoners nodded to show that they understood.

"So if he hadn't been in a hurry to come to Thessaly to visit Kasander, how could the prince be short of money? If nothing else, let's just say that the workshops in Athens were making paper day and night, just like making money. You can make money in one day This number!”

The veteran stretched out his hand again, this time with three fingers.

"Thirty talents?" The young prisoner's eyes flashed.

The veteran smiled coldly: "You have to add another zero!"