[Greek Mythology] Penglaiji Construction Team

The Trojan looked at the dozens of jugs on the cart.Hungry, dare not touch.They knew that the defeat of the Mycenaean coalition was due to greed.

Hector thought he had seen through the opponent's plot: "Cunning Penglai people, your tricks can't hide the wisdom given to me by the God of War. If you want us to drink, you have to drink first."

What Fang Chengmu brought was the best wine made by Dionysus himself, without any poppy fruit.

He happily drank a can of wine, threw the empty can on the ground, and said regretfully, "You guys drank less again."

Hector still didn't believe it: "You are a god, and the vicious spell has no effect on you."

"Then what should we do? Why don't you try it yourself, General He. Sacrifice your ego to benefit everyone."

Hector would never do such a thing.

But the aroma of the wine overflowing from the just-opened wine jar has already conquered the stomach of every Trojan soldier.

Each of them felt that if there was no poison in the wine, it would be a pity not to drink it.

Hector pushed his younger brother Paris forward: "Dear brother, you'd better drink on weekdays, go and have a taste."

Paris, most afraid of death.

He retracted vigorously, refusing to touch the wine jar.

Hector cursed: "The two armies have been at war for ten years because you forced Helen to marry. Now you are asked to sacrifice, but you shrink back. You really disgraced us Trojans."

Paris was blushing from his brother's scolding, but still refused to come forward.

Fang Chengmu gave the two brothers an idea: "There are many captives in the camp, why don't you ask them to taste it."

The princes all agreed with this good idea, and three Mycenaean prisoners were captured from the rear camp.

The three of them had witnessed the madness of the Mycenaeans who drank the wine and refused to recognize it. They shut their mouths tightly and refused to drink.

Hector ordered splinters to pry their mouths open.

Fang Chengmu raised his hand to restrain the executioner, and said to the captives: "Prince Troy loves warriors the most. He promised you that anyone who is willing to try the wine will let you go immediately."

Hector gladly ratified the promise.He did always love the Warriors.

Finally, one of the captives gritted his teeth: "If you stay here, you have to sacrifice it, it's better to be a madman."

After finishing speaking, he tore open the wine jar that Fang Chengmu brought, and drank it down with his eyes closed.

Encouraged by him, the other two also picked up a can and drank it clean.

All the Trojans looked at the three captives, and the three captives looked at each other.

Wine is good wine, and the belches are long aftertaste.The person who drank up his face was nothing but the blush on his face.

Paris poked open the captive's skirt with the tip of his gun: "Do you still want to drink?"

The captives replied: "Of course!"

"What will you do if you are not allowed to drink?"

The prisoners said calmly: "Then don't drink it. You can't always drink good wine."

Paris reports to his brother: "They're not addicted."

Hector smiled happily, the wine was not poisonous, and they could enjoy it as much as they wanted.

"Wait a minute." Fang Chengmu called to stop the soldiers who came to carry the wine.

He said with a smile: "These three jars are not poisonous, are you afraid that the other wines may be poisonous?"

The Trojan soldiers quickly retreated.

Hector frowned again: "Is it poisonous?"

Fang Chengmu suggested: "I don't care if it's poisonous or not. General He should call more people to test it."

Paris, who was afraid of death, agreed with all his strength: "He is right. Every time he drinks wine, he should ask the captives to taste it."

The Trojans really inherited the wisdom of God of War.

The God of War is a simple-minded person, and the people he shelters are as brainless as he is.

Paris then ordered people to pull out a dozen prisoners from the rear camp, each with a can, and told them to drink up.

All the captives belched contentedly.

There are only five cans of good wine that Fang Chengmu brought.

Hector finally had more brains than the others, and he stopped the prisoners who came forward continuously: "What shall we drink after they finish drinking?"

Suspicious Paris worried: "What if the remaining wine is poisonous?"

The wisdom given by the god of war is not enough to solve this difficult problem.

Fang Chengmu suggested again: "Ask the Mycenaeans to have a taste first, and you can drink the rest."

The two stupid brothers said in unison: "That's what it means! Why didn't we think of it!"

Five more prisoners came up, opened the wine jar, and took a small sip.

Seeing that they were all right, Hector and Paris put down their guard completely, and were about to rush forward to take the few good wines and drink them.

Fang Chengmu stopped them again.

The Penglai people holding umbrellas pulled their hearts again: "Aren't you afraid that the drinking Mycenaeans will spit poisonous spittle into the jar?"

Paris was furious: "Inferior slaves, how dare you conspire against me?"

Several prisoners knelt down and cried loudly: "We have absolutely no intention of harming anyone."

Fang Chengmu fanned the flames: "People who pretend to be pitiful often have a heart like a snake and a scorpion."

Hector and Paris are out of touch again, how can they drink a few cans of wine?

Fang Chengmu took a deep breath.If he didn't take this breath, he would definitely laugh.

He said solemnly: "Respected general, you can call the captives behind to taste wine for you. You have as many captives as a cow's hair, but you have only one life."

The two princes were overwhelmed by Fang Chengmu's meticulous thinking, and both felt that this was the best way.

So they called all the prisoners they had captured to the front of the camp.Line up, in groups of five, and step forward one by one.Everyone took a small sip, and repeatedly checked whether the predecessors spit out poisonous saliva when drinking.

Fang Chengmu counted the heads.

After drinking a group, he said to the captives: "The merciful Hector forgives you. Go home. Homeless, my manor is willing to take you in."

Nearly half of the captives were grateful for Fang Chengmu's life-saving grace and were willing to go to his manor.

When the last group of Mycenaeans came forward, Hector was in high spirits, and he could finally enjoy the taste of the wine.

Suspicious Paris is still suspicious: "How can we ensure that the last drinker does not spit poisonous saliva?"

Hector froze, but there were no prisoners behind.

He had no choice but to seek help from the wise Fang Chengmu again.

Fang Chengmu said: "Some captives have entered my manor, and they are my helpers. I can ask them to test wine for the general. However, there are conditions for this matter."

Hector was aroused by the wine worm a few times, and was suppressed a few times, and he lost his patience long ago. He kept shouting: "Tell me what conditions you have, and I will definitely meet them."

Fang Chengmu's eyes narrowed into a slit: "As many people as I send, General He will send me as many more."

Hector agreed readily, and Paris next to him was even more forthright: "As much as my brother gave you, I will give you the same."

With a big wave of Fang Chengmu's hand, the new captives who joined the manor once again lined up in a long line of five, taking turns to take a sip of wine each.

Hector and Paris are very trustworthy.

Fang Chengmu sent out five people, and they sent five people each.

After half a day, the line behind Fang Chengmu got longer and longer, and the line behind the two princes got shorter and shorter.

Later, there were only two princes left, and they sent off the entire army of nearly 200 people.

The five cans of wine were almost bottomed out, and the princes still didn't drink a sip.

Fang Chengmu finally realized his conscience: "There is really no poison in the wine, you can drink whatever you want."

It was hard to return, and the two princes refused to believe what they said.

Fang Chengmu had no choice but to say: "My wisdom is not enough to deal with this matter. You should ask Ares what to do."

Hector looked up to look for Ares. Where did the patron saint who often hovered over his head go?

Ares is also worried about the good wine in front of him.

Hess and Athena show off their scheming on Mount Olympus, only to discover in dismay that it was their own family.

Apollo had an enmity with the Mycenaeans, so he seized the opportunity to instigate his stupid brother, the god of war, to attract a massive attack from the Trojans.

Ares and his people won a big victory, and they have lingering fears about alcohol ever since.

Is this a jar of poisoned wine brewed from poppies?

Dionysus reconciled with Ares sincerely: "Heroic God of War, will your brother harm you?"

Ares said, "God knows what. You didn't mean to harm the Mycenaeans."

"I can assure you that there is no fruit of the flower of God in this vat of wine." Dionysus swore to God.

Gods drink more than ordinary people, and they have to use tanks to drink.

The wine in the crock is stronger and more attractive than the wine in the tank.

Ares swallowed greedily.

But he never dared to touch the wine tank lightly.

He had seen the misery of the Mycenaeans drinking poppy wine in the clouds.Someone kills, but no one scratches his body.Several strong and brave heroes on the battlefield scratched themselves to death abruptly.

Ares is an immortal being.

In case of being tricked, you can't die if you scratch it, that is the most terrifying torture.

Ares pinched his nose and closed his eyes: "I won't drink, I will never drink. Don't tempt me again."

Gollum, gollum.

Dionysus jumped into the bowl: "If you don't drink, I will."

Ares can't see, can't smell, but can still hear.

Just hearing the sound of Dionysus drinking, he could imagine the deliciousness of the wine.

He couldn't help shouting: "Damn Dionysus, if you don't take your wine away, I will definitely break your neck."

Dionysus said to his brother: "Don't be angry, I didn't mean to greed you. You know, the wine in the tank will lose its taste if it is left for a long time. I have a good way to make you not greedy. Do you want to try it?"

Ares yelled and told Dionysus to try it quickly.He couldn't help but jump into the wine tank together!

Dionysus rolled two sticks of soil from the ground, squeezed them into two balls, and stuffed them into Ares' ears.

Ares couldn't hear anything, and his mood immediately calmed down a lot.

Ares said gratefully: "Dear brother, you are as smart as Apollo, and you can always solve my problems."

With his ears blocked, he couldn't hear Dionysus' answer, and with his eyes covered, he didn't even know that Dionysus had quietly left.

Dionysus was on his way to the Trojan camp.Without the protection of God of War, the Trojans were vulnerable.