swear to love heaven

Moving forward lightly and rushing day and night, when the city of Kashgar at the southernmost tip of Hittites appeared in front of me, Sharma briefly confessed, and more than [-] people were divided into five teams and entered this border fort one after another.

Sharma's team was the third group to enter Keshi City. When they came to the city gate, they saw groups of Hittite soldiers searching the passers-by, especially those who left the city. Search, whether it is a carriage or luggage, must be opened for inspection.

The originally tall city gate has now become impenetrable. All kinds of merchants and travelers waiting inside the city gate to leave the city have formed a long queue, which can't be seen at a glance.

"What are you doing?" the guard stopped Sharma and the others and asked loudly.

Bashe turned over and dismounted, grinning with a wrinkled smile, pulling his teeth that were black and yellow from smoking hookah all year round, and raised a flattering smile, which made the guards frown in disgust. "My lord, we came from Syria. We bought some good things there. We came to Keshi City to exchange some money and buy a few bottles of good wine to satisfy our addiction."

He snorted contemptuously, and said with a sneer, "I think it's a hookah, old man."

When Bashe's small cloudy eyes heard the word "hookah", they immediately shone with excitement. He raised the back of his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth, as if drooling was flowing there. "My lord said that, I'm addicted to smoking. What's going on here? I haven't seen such strict inspections on entering and leaving Keshi City before. What happened?"

Probably amused by Bashe's humble and funny expression, the guard waved his hand impatiently, dismissing him as if to repel annoying flies, and said: "The princess of Syria and relatives has run away, not to mention the city of Keshi, the whole Hittites are looking for you." She, now the whole territory has been blocked, you can only enter but not exit. If you are lucky, if you still can't find the princess in a few days, it may be difficult to even enter the city."

The wrinkled black face changed in vain, and was immediately replaced by a flattering smile. The guard didn't notice anything unusual, waved his hand, and ordered: "Go, go, don't block the door."

"Yes, yes." Nodding and bowing, he got on his horse, waved back, and followed him with five or six people and walked towards the city together.

After walking about dozens of steps, Bashe looked around vigilantly and confirmed that they were far enough away from the city gate. Then he lowered his voice and complained to Sharma who was walking beside him: "Did you hear that? People ran away, what are you going to do?" Before taking this job, the Egyptians didn’t tell us that the Syrian princess ran away. Now it’s over, the robbery has turned into looking for someone. In such a big place, where can we find a little girl?”

His eyes were deep, and the knuckles holding the rein were pale because of too much force, and he was silent.

Complaints are nothing but complaints. Bashe knew that the matter was done, and the Egyptian Pharaoh could not afford to offend him. Since he agreed to accept his task, even if he went down the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire, he had to bite the bullet.

Isn't it just to find the little princess who escaped marriage before the red-eyed Hittites? Isn't it just to bring the princess to the Egyptian Pharaoh under the strict search of the Hittites? It's better than going to hell!

"Go to the meeting point first, and then I'll think of a way." Bashe said softly, and ran towards the crowded street.

Turning his head, he glanced at the city gate full of figures, the sunlight falling between his brows was abruptly broken in a layer of pressing and gloomy folds.

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A Hittite army composed of fifty cavalry and 100 infantry entered the South Taurus Mountain, which is known as the strange and steep mountain, from the vast undulating plateau of Anatolia, and launched a carpet-like battle. search.

Searching in such a deep mountain with narrow mountain roads and extremely rugged roads is a very hard and difficult task.

Especially in summer, there are countless poisonous snakes and venomous insects in the mountains. On the ground scorched by the sun, you can often see the remains of animals that have been half-eaten by fierce beasts. , a top-to-bottom feast in the food chain, is staged almost every day in the extremely rare South Taurus Mountain.

While the team was marching in this harsh environment, they couldn't let go of any clues that could lead them to the target. If it was said that the beasts hidden in the deep mountains would attack only because of hunger.Well, these Hittite soldiers, the only reason they attacked you was definitely not hunger.

"Captain, this way." The voice shouted from the jungle beside the road.

"Found what?"

The soldier pointed to a piece of flattened weeds on the ground and said, "Someone should have slept here last night, and there are traces of the buried fire over there." He pointed a few meters away, and he could vaguely see a few piles of stones Together, there is a patch of black earth underneath.

The captain walked over, raised his foot and kicked a stone away vigorously, immediately revealing a charred black pit.

"Keep going, whether it's the Syrian princess or anyone else, you must be caught by me."

"Yes." The captain gave an order, and the dizzy subordinates who were tortured by the scorching heat at noon immediately responded in unison with high spirits.

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The atmosphere in the palace was very bad, the bright and gorgeous summer sun was blocked by the tall gray palace walls by the haze floating in the Hittite palace.After the news of Khalixi's escape spread to Hattusha's palace, the number of people of all kinds who frequently traveled to and from the palace every day due to political affairs decreased significantly.

The minister who had to bite the bullet and had to enter the palace every day had no choice but to ask for more blessings. He actually reduced the chances of being noticed by La Balsa. He only hoped that he would enter the palace alive today and get out panting.

The whispering nobles, trembling ministers, cautious attendants, and those who did not want to get into trouble, tried their best to stay away from La Barza, for fear that his nameless anger would instantly turn his fragile life into a pitiful one. victim of.

The only person who still dared to speak freely at this time was Tu Kecha in the entire court.

Watching several dusty-faced ministers leave the main hall, Nat, the oldest, walked last. I don't know if it was because he was too old and his legs and feet were weak, or because he was urged by La Balza just now to ask about the news from the front line.In short, when he stepped out of the stone threshold, he stumbled and almost fell on his back under the eyes of La Balza, but fortunately he was supported by the people next to him, so that he could not make a joke.

Turning around and looking towards the Iron Throne on the steps, the usually arrogant Hittite king was resting his forehead with one hand, half-closed his eyes, and didn't pay attention to Nat's thrilling scene just now.

After hesitating for a while, Tukecha nodded with a smile, and said lightly, "Your Majesty, next month will be your 40th birthday. Do you have any special thoughts? Your Majesty, please go and arrange the celebration."

Without saying a word, maintaining a posture of propping one's head and eyes closed, a dull and gloomy voice came. "Do you think I look like I'm in the mood for a birthday celebration?"

"Your Majesty, I think that this celebration should be done if you want to, and you have to do it if you don't want to." He said something in a calm tone that sounded a little disrespectful. For an instant, there was obvious displeasure in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Tu Kecha bowed and asked, "Can I come forward?"

Nodding, leaning back, ready to listen to Tukecha's explanation, this shrewd guy always has unexpected ideas, that is, he has foresight and vision, otherwise he would not be in charge of the government affairs of the capital Tuhasha. An important position is entrusted to him.

He bowed his thanks, stepped up more than ten marble steps, walked to La Balsa's side, leaned slightly, and spoke eloquently.

"Your Majesty, I know that you have a headache because of the Syrian princess, but a little princess is not worth your anger and injury. As for the reaction of Ayufa, let's not discuss it for the time being. He will just think that the princess disappears." It's just an excuse, not borrowing troops. I analyzed the situation on the front line. With the current strength of our army, it is impossible for Ramoneses to win overnight. However, that little pharaoh has a quick temper. The longer this fight goes on, the more irritable he gets, the better it is for us."

"Having said that, bad news has been coming from the front. Ramones launched another attack the day before yesterday, although he didn't take advantage of it. However, Hittite's troops are being greatly reduced, and now is the time when the army is needed. You are very clear about the strength of the troops, except for the 20 royal guards left behind by Hattusha, I have no soldiers to send."

"Your Majesty, you probably forgot that we still have some troops that haven't been mobilized yet." A gleam of light flashed in Tukecha's smiling eyes, like an old fox who was careful about calculations, and smiled greedily when he saw a fat sheep passing by.

Surprised, he asked suspiciously. "How is it possible that there are still troops not on the front line?"

"It's not the army, it's the private armament of the northern nobles."

Frowning, the original surprise felt a sense of failure. "Are you talking about those noble mercenaries? How could they give me the army they hired with their own money to fight? Even when those people die, they will hold the money tightly in their hands."

"Your Majesty, that's why this birthday celebration must be held." After saying this, she smiled viciously.

Fingers tapped on the cold gold armrest, the throne inlaid with all kinds of rare gemstones shone with dazzling colors in the west afternoon light, tempting the light light beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and flew toward it without thinking about it.

Suddenly, the frown between the brows loosened, and the brown eyes released a clear excitement. La Balsa looked at Tuquecha, and saw the same danger in his shrewd eyes.

"It's about celebrating well, and not being spoiled by some minor troubles right now, isn't it?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"I'll leave it to you to deal with the matter of the celebration, and you must be considerate." La Balza said the last two words extremely slowly, and the sudden improvement of his mood against his elated smile made his words sound a little bit A sense of mystery and gloom.

"Yes, I will try my best." Tukecha bowed, and a cold smile flowed from the corner of his eyes in the gorgeous brilliance of the Iron Throne, which was icy cold and terrifying.

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Lifting the curtain of the tent very lightly, looking around with probing eyes, the sound of snoring one after another is more powerful than the sound of the wind at night.Carefully looking left and right again, to make sure they were all asleep, Khaleesi stepped out of the tent cautiously, lifted her skirt, and tiptoed past the messy men lying on the ground, trying to keep her movements as light as possible, Even breathing is controlled to the extent that as long as you don't suffocate, you don't pant.

Going around a man with his back facing the sky, in order to avoid his suddenly outstretched arm, Kalixi stepped back to the right and accidentally stepped on a branch...

The crisp and piercing "click" sound penetrated the entire silent space, and also pierced through Kalixi's heart hanging in her throat.

A small face covered with fear paler than the moonlight, suddenly closed his eyes, bit his lips tightly, waiting for the bad luck of being discovered.

After a long while, the night wind tugged at the hem of the skirt, swaying a piece of peace.

Opening her eyes suddenly, she found that everyone was still sleeping, and no one was woken up by the noise. Kalixi patted her chest lightly, her breath choked by her stiff throat, slipped out of her lips with fluke happiness.

She circumvented the obstacles more cautiously, and finally got out of the encirclement formed by them. Kalixi raised her hand exhaustedly to wipe the sweat off her face, her blue eyes soaked by the moonlight, slightly rippling with a little hesitation... full of apology Looking at the people who fell asleep, their eyes trembled slightly.

For a moment, I took a deep breath, and the moment I retracted my gaze, I walked towards the woods with light but firm steps.

The night wind supports the sea of ​​clouds, flying in the dark blue sky dominated by the moonlight. The green sea forest in the Taurus Mountains is covered with a dazzling silver coat. Unfathomable and infinite charm...

However, a pair of brown eyes with cool tones had no intention of appreciating the alluring beauty in front of them. Those sharp and cold eyes easily penetrated the charming moonlight wrapped in the breeze, and fell straight on the girl who disappeared behind the bushes. white background.

Kalisi would never have imagined that when she was carrying out her second escape plan under the cover of night, a black figure was slowly sitting by a big rock a few meters away from the fire, which was out of the moonlight. get up...

As early as Khaleesi stepped out of the tent, Lemomenna woke up, watching her stealthily sneak out of the camp, and stopped for a while to see what she was looking at.After a while, I saw her walking lightly towards the woods, her steps were hurried and hasty.

Without disturbing the others, Lemomena picked up the cloak covering his body, stood up, and swiftly passed Aziz. In the blink of an eye, the tall figure melted into the dark night without a trace.