Before AD [Babylonian Favorites]

A cheering voice came from the city: "We won! We won! Your Majesty is a hero! Your Majesty is the greatest hero!"

I wiped my face and stood up while leaning on the city gate.

Candles are lit in the dark night, and the sky is broken to stop the war.The song of death is spread thousands of miles, and the famine in the hometown is flat [1].

hero?

Was Alexander really a hero?

Just because of his frivolous sentence, how many people died in such a tragic way, what he brought to Greece was not wealth and hope at all, only death and pain!Wars continue, wives and children are separated, and countless young people leave their homes and return to the battlefield, all because of his words!Where is the army paving the way for him, it is clearly the souls of those who can never return to their hometown!

Can't save anyone!He will only let his people die for him!

Such a selfish person turned out to be a hero in the end?

"Where did you go!"

Before I could move a few steps, my body was hugged from behind, and Alexander gasped and hugged me tightly.His voice was hoarse and trembling.

It turned out that the person who kept calling me was really him.

I no longer had the excitement I expected, just now I was still thinking wildly with my heart beating faster, but in the blink of an eye the two lives disappeared before my eyes, and all my thoughts were completely wiped out.When I thought that this person was the initiator of all these disasters, my heart was instantly filled with anger.It's him!It was he who killed these people!It was his fault that his wife lost her husband and her children lost their father!

"I always thought you were following me, but I didn't expect to find you when I turned back!" He said hoarsely and eagerly, his arms tightened again, "Someone said that they saw your horse just now, and they all said you must be dead. I don’t believe it, Bagoss, I’ve been calling you all the time, I knew you’re fine, so I just…”

"You killed them."

He raised his head suddenly, his blue eyes showed a look of astonishment: "What did you say?"

Satra was right, I will never forget his name.Alexander's blue eyes met his, and it made my throat tighten.

I broke away from Alexander, staggered to the pile of corpses, pointed at the remains of Macedonian costumes and laughed wildly: "I said, Alexander, you killed these people!"

The sun was shining brightly at noon, and he stood a few steps away from me. The dazzling light of his golden armor hurt my eyes.

"Bagos, what's the matter with you?" His face was covered in the sun, white and clean, and he stretched out his hand towards me, "Come here quickly, I've been looking for you for a long time."

I took a quick step back, but was tripped by the intertwined spears and long swords under my feet, and fell to the ground.

"Be careful!" He hurried forward and tried to hold me back.

Swish!

In the chaos, I drew a sword from the ground and pointed it at his chest unexpectedly, my cheeks were hot with anger.

Alexander's eyes gradually turned from surprise to disbelief: "What are you going to do, Bagoss?"

I don't want to look at him, the tip of the sword in my hand is trembling slightly: "They are your soldiers! They should have fought to defend their homeland, but now? You are using them, Alexander, you are using their pure hearts! You Why are you so selfish! You let them charge for you to realize their unrealistic dreams, have you ever thought about their feelings!"

Without waiting for his answer, I dropped my sword and turned to leave.

My legs were as heavy as lead, and I walked aimlessly in Gaza City for a long time.

The moaning wounded, the dark red blood condensed on the road, the Scythian woman crying while hugging her husband's corpse, all of these pierced into my heart like a knife all the time.

Lives were devastated, and blood flowed like rivers on the battlefield.

That childish face once looked at me with a confident smile, talking about my dreams, and even my eyes were shining brightly.

My heart was twisted together, and I was so uncomfortable that I wanted to get drunk.

When the sun was setting, there was a slanting shadow in front of him.

I glanced lightly, and saw Antigonus glaring at me with one eye, blocking most of my vision.

"I heard that you opened the city gate?" He cut to the chase.

I nodded: "Yes."

"I heard that you were the one who pointed the sword at Alexander?" He approached me.

I didn't blink: "Yes."

Antigon looked at me calmly for a while, then suddenly punched me and knocked me down to the ground.

This punch was quite powerful, and the blood immediately came out along the nose. I was dazed, and I covered my nose and leaned back.His always loving face was dark blue, and the veins on his forehead were exposed: "Alexander insisted not to deal with you. But for the sake of your meritorious deeds, I will only give you one punch. Boy, I once said, whether you like it or not I like it, if you want to be by Alexander's side, you have to adapt to war. Fortunately, you didn't listen to a word of my words, and instead blamed Alexander."

I didn't make a sound, wiped the blood with my sleeve, and stood up again.

"Are you dissatisfied with what I say?" Antigon became even more angry, "Do you know that today Alexander was almost shot to death because he wanted to find you! Such a king of a country is not in the rear to command and sit in the guard, and steal It's ridiculous to go to the battlefield to find people! Young man, I don't know how you made him panic like this, but you succeeded, and I can tell you clearly that he cares about you. I don't care what your feelings are, but You can't influence him, understand?"

He patted the sword on his waist, his voice was thick and powerful.

"He's gone to the second city now, and the messengers just came, saying that the city has also been taken, but fortunately, there was no major problem." Antico said coldly, "Remember, next time If this happens again, I will be the first to kill you!"

I pursed my lips tightly without saying a word, watching his figure disappear into the sunlight.

Because of the need to clean up the traces of the battlefield in the city and resettle women and children, the Macedonian soldiers withdrew to the original camp and planned to move again the next day.In the middle of the night, I went to take a sneak peek inside the Alexander camp, and I didn't expect that when I opened the curtain, there was a strong smell of alcohol.He fell asleep by the table, frowning on his resolute face, with a childish expression.

I tried my best to move him back to the bed, covered him with the quilt again, sat aside and looked at him with my chin resting.

If only Alexander was just a normal guy like me.Without lofty dreams, without the brilliance that attracts everyone's attention, without the domineering spirit of going to war and killing the enemy, perhaps there would not be so many contradictions and pains.In that case, he won't be loved by too many people, won't have too much power and desire, and won't have conflicts due to different concepts of killing and war, and maybe he can really be with me for the rest of my life.In that case, even before AD, I would recognize him, and I could stay with him until old age, until death.

That might be the one really worthy of me.

Now he is like the star in the sky.

If you are too far away, you will not be able to pick it, and if you are too close, you will find that it is not suitable for you at all.If it is a kind of emotional catharsis to accompany him to go without his love, I can really do it by being cruel to myself.

But the war, I finally understand, that is the real barrier.

This kind of feeling of watching people die is truly unprecedented despair. When I close my eyes, the voices and smiles of those two people in life will always appear in my mind.It's like turning around, and they still remember it vividly.

When I think about it, a chill runs down my spine.Two people is more than enough.

I was about to get up when Alexander suddenly reached out and grabbed me.

He stared at me, his pale lips slowly opened, his hoarse voice wanted to say a word, but he couldn't speak anymore after struggling to utter one or two sounds.He was a little anxious, so I handed him a glass of water: "Drink some to moisturize."

I wasn't in a hurry. After Alexander finished drinking and cleared his throat for a long time, he said hoarsely, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Yeah." I replied subduedly, "Since your voice is broken, don't drink any more. It's harmful and not beneficial."

He nodded, lowered his head and smiled, and said slowly: "You are right, I am quite selfish."

I was silent for a while before I said, "Are you going to attack the city tomorrow?"

Alexander's eyes were bloodshot and red like rabbits.He blinked hard, then nodded.

"Oh, then I won't go with you." I said, hesitantly added, "In the future... I won't go with you either."

His body trembled inaudibly.

"Are you leaving me?" He hesitated.

I tried to keep smiling: "Your Majesty has his own life, and so do I."

He didn't move, and looked at me, and gradually, a sad undercurrent appeared in his eyes.

"But I have you in my life."

"Aren't you living well without me, Your Majesty?" I said softly, "In two days, when you take these five cities, I plan to leave."

"It's different," Alexander tightened and loosened my hand involuntarily. Finally, he raised his head to look at me and continued, "You said you would stay with me."

I slowly opened his fingers and took a few steps back.

"But Your Majesty, I didn't know you at that time."

Alexander was stunned.

I said: "Use me as a weapon to attack Hephaestion, full of scheming but pretending to understand righteousness, and high-sounding dreams. Your Majesty Alexander, this is just a small part of my extreme dislike for you."

There seemed to be a hole in my heart suddenly, and then something flowed down, and the pain made my chest tight.I completely shattered the last bit of hope with my own hands, and I knew it was finally time for me to go.

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[1] Excerpted from "Stop the War"