Radiant Enemy
Chapter 71 The Great Hero of Persia
"Welcome our Lord Prophet to Midian!"
"Let's dance, girls! Dedicate the most beautiful dance to our distinguished guests!"
In this oasis, a warm bonfire was lit, and many young girls glanced at Arash frequently, wanting to invite him to dance together.
It's not that Hilgna is unpopular, but that he, who is regarded as a prophet, makes these girls feel awed, and they naturally dare not make mistakes.
However, the dance and singing with great vitality and beauty made Hilgna, who was burdened with all kinds of deep thoughts, feel a little relaxed on his face.
These brown-skinned Midian residents offered wine and danced to Hilgna until the bonfire went out naturally and everyone fell into a deep sleep.
Hilgner was woken up by the warm tongue. When he opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was a pure white lamb with no variegation.
When the lamb saw that Silgner opened those blue eyes, he lowered his head and bit his hair lightly, pulling with such strength that Silgner would not feel the pain. The eyes seem to contain wisdom, telling him something.
Hilgner sat up clutching his dizzy brain, and found that the entire oasis had fallen into a peaceful and deep sleep.
Even Arash was lying on the blanket, sound asleep.
Hilgna pushed him, but he still didn't wake up.
——something is wrong.
Hilgner looked around and found that not only people, but also animals and insects were wandering in the dreamland.
Only the lamb was still awake, and had unconsciously reached a low slope and looked back at him, as if waiting for Hilgna to pass by.
Hilgna glanced at Arash beside him, picked up the shepherd's staff of a certain Midian resident as a temporary weapon, and followed the lamb.
The lamb unknowingly brought him to a cave. When Hilgna looked back at the oasis, he found that he was far away from the oasis.
Hilgna stopped and didn't go any further, but the lamb still looked back at him, as if wondering why he didn't go in.
"If I don't go in, they won't wake up, will they?"
Hilgna asked.
The lamb nodded, and then disappeared into the cave.
Hilgna cast a barrier of protection and defense for himself, took the shepherd's staff in his hand, and cast a hard, sharp spell. After he was fully prepared, he slowly walked into the long cave.
The sand on the ground is white and fine, completely different from the coarse yellow sand outside.
Even though this place is closed, it is still as bright as day and as warm as spring.
Hilgna's face darkened when he saw the intact thorns that were burned by flames in the spacious cave.
"You let my companion fall into a deep sleep and led me here, what exactly are you trying to do?"
The lavender flame jumped, and a deep voice sounded everywhere: "I am your ancestor, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob."
Hilgner's dark color was indifferent: "Of course I know you are a god-what do you want me to do?"
Only the gods would do such arbitrary and pretentious things.
Could it be that this god is the god of foreign lands mentioned by Wewe Coyotel?
The flames darkened and rose three stories in the blink of an eye: "I hear my people weeping and begging."
The flame changed a color in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, there was the cry of the slaves: "Who will save us! Please save me from this hell!"
"My child... my child! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah price and don't take my baby away!"
"Pharaoh is the sun that hangs high in the sky forever, scorching our bodies... Then I would rather the sun never rise!"
"Why did you choose me?" Hilgner's face seemed to have turned into a rock, and even though the grief and howling echoed in his ears, he remained unmoved.
"I didn't choose you, the people chose you—Moses!"
In an instant, the wind violently swept over Hilgna's robe, blowing his hem like a sail full of wind.
"They chose you, they are looking forward to you, you have to take them to the promised land that I promised them, and free them from this boundless sea of suffering - only you can do this!"
Hilgna has seen many gods, and has dealt with many gods. He doesn't like most of the high gods, and only treats them as powerful humans with special abilities. To be honest, some gods even It is not as noble and holy as short-lived human beings.
The god did not abandon his people, which made Hilgna not immediately walk away.
"If you have such power, why don't you rescue them yourself? Why don't you let the Pharaoh release these slaves?" Hilgner asked his own doubts.
Flame was silent for a while, and the vicissitudes of life were revealed in his voice: "The era of gods is over, I can't directly interfere with the king of the world, and I can't save my people—but you can."
The frank god made Hilgna ponder for a while, and said lightly: "The Pharaoh will not allow it, nor will he believe it. The power of Egypt needs these slaves. Even if I buy their lives with money, the slave owner will not accept them." Will sell them all to me."
What's more, in order to buy so many slaves, even if Hilgener has a strong ability to collect gold, he might not be able to come up with such a huge amount.
"In a short time, disasters will come to Egypt, and I will show him my power. You only need to say to him—'Get my people out of here'!"
The omnipresent god said in a deep voice.
"Take this shepherd's staff, and I will go to Egypt with you."
Flames spread from the thorn tree, enveloping the shepherd's staff in Hilgna's hand.
This cane was obviously made of olive branches, but it was wrapped in flames without a trace of scorching.
Based on the memories of his first life in Uruk, Hilgna can tell that this shepherd's staff is already a divine weapon with the possession of a god.
"But this noble god."
Hilgna inserted the shepherd's staff in the white sand beside him, put his hands down by his side, and said calmly, "I'm not your believer, nor your complete citizen. Half of my blood flows in my veins." Blood of Hittite, my best friend is a descendant of the sun god Ra and the lord of Egypt. Even if I choose not to follow your guidance, there will be a place for me beside the pharaoh - why should I give up what I have Everything, to go to an unknown journey full of blood, tears, toil, and maybe even complained and hated by the people I lead?"
"They chose you, and you chose them—how do you know that the end of this journey won't be the end you want?"
"Go to the Promised Land! All the answers you want to know are there!"
The blue flames filled the entire cave, and the dazzling bright fire made Hilgna raise his head to cover his eyes. After the ubiquitous voice shouted the last sentence, it fell silent together with the flames on the thorns.
Standing in the silent and gloomy cave, Hilgna sighed long and lonely.
When Arash awoke from a deep sleep, the sun was shining on his cheeks, giving him a warm glow.
He sat up and immediately found that the figure beside him that should have been there had disappeared.
"Hill? Where are you, Hill?" Arash immediately stood up and began to search for traces of his master, and soon discovered Hilgna's location with clairvoyance.
Hilgna held a shepherd's staff made of olive branches in his hand, and his blue eyes were so deep that it was impossible to look directly at them under the sunlight.
Just like looking down at the sea from the sky, you can see the sparkling, but you can't see what is hidden in the blue seabed.
He's not in the right mood.
Arash paused, swallowed the words he wanted to ask just now, and switched to another sentence: "The people of Midian have agreed to lend us camels, and when we get to Egypt, just let them go. The camel will come back by itself."
"Okay." Hilgna nodded to indicate that he already knew.
They did not stop at the Midian Oasis, but rushed towards Egypt.
And there are still three weeks before the war between Hittite and Egypt.
On the other side of the country of golden sands, the Egyptians naturally noticed the unusual movement of the Hittites.
"The Hittites must be planning something—Your Majesty, you shouldn't let that Hittite prince go back!"
"It must be that he told Hittite our domestic secrets, otherwise why did Hittite change when he went back?"
"Your Majesty Ramses!"
"His Majesty!"
"Shut up—!" Osman Diaz had a headache from the noise, he shouted coldly, all the courtiers immediately fell silent and bowed their heads, not daring to make any more noise.
"Yu trusted Hilgna, and it was Yu who asked him to go back to Hittite to see his father for the last time—do you mean that Yu who made this decision was wrong!"
"I dare not!!"
The ministers immediately knelt down on the ground and pressed their foreheads on the mirror-like greisen floor.
"Then don't shut up!"
The pharaoh's anger made the ministers respond, bowed their waists and withdrew from the royal court.
Osman Diaz sat on the palace with a sullen face, tapping the throne with his fingers, thinking about something.
At this time, an attendant rushed into the hall and knelt down to report: "Your Majesty, His Highness Hilgna is back!"
Osman Diaz stood up suddenly, strode down from the throne, and walked towards the outside of the hall: "Where is he?"
"Osman!" Hilgner was jumping off the back of the camel that had not completely lowered himself, calling to Osman Diaz who had already walked out of the hall.
Osman Diaz greedily looked at Hilgna, whom he hadn't seen for several months, and found that his friend had lost a lot of weight, and his complexion was not as rosy and light as when he was in Egypt;
He said in a deep voice: "Why did you get yourself into such a mess? Yu will order someone to prepare food and a bath for you. You should wash off the dust!"
Hilgna paused and stopped Osman Diaz from moving: "Wait a minute, Osman, I have something to tell you."
The Pharaoh, who wanted to bring his friend back to his usual demeanor quickly, did not stop, and said loudly: "Don't be in such a hurry, let's have a good chat at the dinner table later!"
"Hittite is preparing to go to war with Egypt, I think you should prepare as soon as possible."
Hilgna's words this time successfully made the Pharaoh stop.
Osman Diaz's golden eyes sized up Hilgna for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Yu knew it a long time ago."
Osman Diaz laughed very heartily: "I also know that you hurried back to Egypt from West Terrace just to tell me this matter."
After Hilgner was dazed for a moment, he immediately realized that his concern was confused: Since Hittite could send spies to lurk in Egypt, wouldn't Egypt do the same?
What's more, no matter how carefully the changes related to the war are hidden, they are still as conspicuous as ink drops on white paper in the eyes of caring people.
Osman Diaz noticed Hilgna's silence, he turned around and hugged Hilgna, completely ignoring that the wind and dust on the other party would stain his clean royal robe: "I'm very happy, you really are standing on Yu's side On the one hand—don’t worry, the soldiers Yu sent to you didn’t get the news, if you feel offended, Yu can apologize to you—”
The Pharaoh is always right, he is the rock-solid rule, the scale that judges evil, and the incarnation of the sun god revered by the people of Upper and Lower Egypt, but at this moment, Osman Diaz wants to apologize to Hilgna.
This made Hilgner shake his head, took a step back and said, "Since you know, I'm relieved, in terms of your ability, you won't lose to Hittite."
"Aren't you with Yu?" Osman Diaz stretched out his hand to Hilgna: "If we are together, no enemy will be feared! Just like before, let's join hands to win the victory!"
Hilgna took another step back.
"I will not go to battle, Ramses."
Hilgna heard himself say calmly, "I'm telling you this because I'm afraid you will be in danger. But the Hittite king is my own brother, and I'm also a Hittite citizen."
"I will not go into battle with you and point my weapon at them."
"Hittite never regarded you as his people, Hill, you know this better than me, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't be my best friend."
Osman Diaz's voice was also calm.
"You're a bit strange, Hill, did you encounter something on the way?" The Pharaoh frowned, and held Hilgna's hand, trying to see what was wrong on his friend's face.
"...No, nothing." Hilgna replied.
Egypt has already received the rumors and started war preparations. Several prosperous cities began to transport war materials, which intensified the labor of slaves and untouchables, making them miserable.
Although Osman Diaz didn't care about Hilghner's identity, and even wanted him to join the war, but the ministers and elders of Egypt guarded Hilghner like a prisoner, for fear that he would steal the army. If it is confidential, it will be given to the enemy Hittite.
The construction of the temple was also suspended, and all the slaves went to the battlefield to carry supplies for the army, feed the horses, and even serve as cannon fodder for the vanguard.
"...I must stop this war." Hilgner said.
Hilgna can secretly manipulate the Hittite Senate and his younger brother who has already ascended the throne to stop the war. When they find that Egypt under Ramses II is not an existence that can easily bite the meat, end this war. War is also a breeze.
Hilgna originally wanted to go to the battlefield with Osman Diaz. He would use the least cost and the fastest speed to end the war and bring peace back.
But Osman Diaz was looking forward to the war, and when Silgner saw his excited and smiling face, he canceled the original decision.
What better demonstration of a new king's abilities than a victory in battle?
Hittite's new young king would not refuse war, and Egypt's ambitious pharaoh would certainly not.
Hittites had been preparing for this war years before, and so had Egypt.
Even if Hilgna really helped Osman Diaz win the war, the aggression and conquest would still not stop.
Arash's face is also very dignified. His country has also suffered from 60 years of war. If Arash hadn't shot an arrow and brought peace to the two countries that were in constant territorial disputes, I am afraid that the war will continue. , constantly taking the lives and families of the people.
So Arash hated wars that would bring death and sorrow.
"What can we do to stop this war?" Arash stared at Hilgna and asked in a deep voice.
"There are two ways." Silgner's voice was dry, and the arc he barely raised was like a hook with a heavy object, which was constantly pulling the corners of his lips down.
"When the soldiers on both sides are killing each other and enough people die, they will stop fighting."
"Is there another one?" Arash frowned, and then asked.
"When the third-party forces have killed enough of both of them, they will retreat in a hurry to preserve their vitality."
Hilgna said indifferently.
Arash showed an unbearable expression: "Does it have to be like this?"
"I also thought about besieging their capital, prompting them to come back and stop the war. But the problem is..."
Hilgner looked at Arash and said, "There are only two of us."
How can a third-party force with only two people make the thousands of troops of two powerful countries aware of the danger, stop the war, and return to the city to help?
Arash was silent for a while, put his hand on Hilgna's shoulder, and said with firm eyes: "It can be done, with my strength and yours, it can be done!"
"One of my skills is to create a rain of thousands of arrows. Hill, do you know illusions? You can create illusions, and then I will create a rain of arrows, so that a powerful third party can be created!"
"...It's worth a try." Silgner pondered for a while, simulating the feasibility of this strategy in his mind, and was delighted to find that the success rate was above 60.00%.
"But Hill, please forgive me for being rude, I have a question I want to ask you."
Arash hesitated again and again, but still said to Hilgna.
"Speak." Hilgna sorted out the magic knowledge he had acquired in his two lifetimes, looking for the best technique to resolve the war as soon as possible.
"You used to be a king, and you fought everywhere. If that's the case, why do you want to stop this war?"
What Arash wants to ask is Hilgna's previous wars, how is it different from them?
Hilgner was silent for a while, and replied: "For me, war is a means rather than an end. What I want is not to demonstrate my strength through war or to consolidate my position. What I want is Let the subjects under my command live a life where they don’t have to worry about fear, and don’t have to worry about dying silently one day. What’s more, for me, if I want to conquer a place, there is a more convenient and once-for-all method.”
When everyone speaks the same language, learns the same script, and understands the same history, then they are the citizens of a country.
Although slow, it is the method with the least side effects.
In Hilgner's previous world, it was through this method that his homeland expanded from a small area on the map to the third largest country in the world.
Arash smiled slightly: "It's really great to meet you, Hill."
The Hittite and Egyptian armies marched neatly across the field, their sharp spears and sturdy shields reflecting brightly in the dazzling sunlight.
According to this marching speed, within two days, they will be fighting hand to hand.
After confirming that the armies of both sides had started to march, Hilgna and Arash also started their plan.
The reason why they didn't choose to go before the army set off was also because the illusion was easily exposed to the well-trained army. Only when the army had traveled a sufficient distance and the news came out that the rear was attacked would they rush back. aid.
"Osman Diaz will not return to Thebes, and his military talent is not comparable to that of Villatt." Hilgner said firmly during the plan, "So we need to add other chips so that he cannot not coming back."
"Hill, if you do this, Brother Pharaoh may regard you as an enemy." Arash warned worriedly.
Hilgna looked at Arash calmly, then lowered his head and continued to perfect his plan: "Maybe I should have been his enemy."
Since he was supposed to be the enemy of Ramses II, he had to do what the enemy should do.
From the perspective of Hittite and Egypt, this war that should have been stained with blood seems to have had a bad start from the very beginning.
When they set off on an expedition and were about to arrive at the place of battle, an urgent letter came from the royal capital in the rear asking for help, saying that the royal capital was about to be breached, and the army was asked to rush back for help.
The Hittites and Egypt were really confused. Which country belonged to such an army attacking the royal capital and the arrows pouring down like a torrential rain?
Could it be that they saw Hittite and Egypt preparing to go to war, and wanted to take advantage of it?
On the black and white chessboard, a third-party chess player placed his pieces.
Both the Hittite and Egyptian teams were in chaos. The Hittite think tanks were arguing over whether to go back to rescue the king, and the same was true for Egypt. Even though Osman Diaz himself insisted on continuing to march, but with the army However, the elders were worried about the fall of the Egyptian capital and insisted on returning to Thebes for assistance.
Some people also proposed to divide the troops and let a group of troops go back to rescue first, but it was rejected by other members of the think tank. What if the unknown forces besieging the capital were to deal with the soldiers they sent over?Wouldn't that be fulfilling the wishes of the third party forces, sending their important soldiers to die in vain?
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"Let's dance, girls! Dedicate the most beautiful dance to our distinguished guests!"
In this oasis, a warm bonfire was lit, and many young girls glanced at Arash frequently, wanting to invite him to dance together.
It's not that Hilgna is unpopular, but that he, who is regarded as a prophet, makes these girls feel awed, and they naturally dare not make mistakes.
However, the dance and singing with great vitality and beauty made Hilgna, who was burdened with all kinds of deep thoughts, feel a little relaxed on his face.
These brown-skinned Midian residents offered wine and danced to Hilgna until the bonfire went out naturally and everyone fell into a deep sleep.
Hilgner was woken up by the warm tongue. When he opened his eyes, what caught his eyes was a pure white lamb with no variegation.
When the lamb saw that Silgner opened those blue eyes, he lowered his head and bit his hair lightly, pulling with such strength that Silgner would not feel the pain. The eyes seem to contain wisdom, telling him something.
Hilgner sat up clutching his dizzy brain, and found that the entire oasis had fallen into a peaceful and deep sleep.
Even Arash was lying on the blanket, sound asleep.
Hilgna pushed him, but he still didn't wake up.
——something is wrong.
Hilgner looked around and found that not only people, but also animals and insects were wandering in the dreamland.
Only the lamb was still awake, and had unconsciously reached a low slope and looked back at him, as if waiting for Hilgna to pass by.
Hilgna glanced at Arash beside him, picked up the shepherd's staff of a certain Midian resident as a temporary weapon, and followed the lamb.
The lamb unknowingly brought him to a cave. When Hilgna looked back at the oasis, he found that he was far away from the oasis.
Hilgna stopped and didn't go any further, but the lamb still looked back at him, as if wondering why he didn't go in.
"If I don't go in, they won't wake up, will they?"
Hilgna asked.
The lamb nodded, and then disappeared into the cave.
Hilgna cast a barrier of protection and defense for himself, took the shepherd's staff in his hand, and cast a hard, sharp spell. After he was fully prepared, he slowly walked into the long cave.
The sand on the ground is white and fine, completely different from the coarse yellow sand outside.
Even though this place is closed, it is still as bright as day and as warm as spring.
Hilgna's face darkened when he saw the intact thorns that were burned by flames in the spacious cave.
"You let my companion fall into a deep sleep and led me here, what exactly are you trying to do?"
The lavender flame jumped, and a deep voice sounded everywhere: "I am your ancestor, the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob."
Hilgner's dark color was indifferent: "Of course I know you are a god-what do you want me to do?"
Only the gods would do such arbitrary and pretentious things.
Could it be that this god is the god of foreign lands mentioned by Wewe Coyotel?
The flames darkened and rose three stories in the blink of an eye: "I hear my people weeping and begging."
The flame changed a color in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, there was the cry of the slaves: "Who will save us! Please save me from this hell!"
"My child... my child! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah price and don't take my baby away!"
"Pharaoh is the sun that hangs high in the sky forever, scorching our bodies... Then I would rather the sun never rise!"
"Why did you choose me?" Hilgner's face seemed to have turned into a rock, and even though the grief and howling echoed in his ears, he remained unmoved.
"I didn't choose you, the people chose you—Moses!"
In an instant, the wind violently swept over Hilgna's robe, blowing his hem like a sail full of wind.
"They chose you, they are looking forward to you, you have to take them to the promised land that I promised them, and free them from this boundless sea of suffering - only you can do this!"
Hilgna has seen many gods, and has dealt with many gods. He doesn't like most of the high gods, and only treats them as powerful humans with special abilities. To be honest, some gods even It is not as noble and holy as short-lived human beings.
The god did not abandon his people, which made Hilgna not immediately walk away.
"If you have such power, why don't you rescue them yourself? Why don't you let the Pharaoh release these slaves?" Hilgner asked his own doubts.
Flame was silent for a while, and the vicissitudes of life were revealed in his voice: "The era of gods is over, I can't directly interfere with the king of the world, and I can't save my people—but you can."
The frank god made Hilgna ponder for a while, and said lightly: "The Pharaoh will not allow it, nor will he believe it. The power of Egypt needs these slaves. Even if I buy their lives with money, the slave owner will not accept them." Will sell them all to me."
What's more, in order to buy so many slaves, even if Hilgener has a strong ability to collect gold, he might not be able to come up with such a huge amount.
"In a short time, disasters will come to Egypt, and I will show him my power. You only need to say to him—'Get my people out of here'!"
The omnipresent god said in a deep voice.
"Take this shepherd's staff, and I will go to Egypt with you."
Flames spread from the thorn tree, enveloping the shepherd's staff in Hilgna's hand.
This cane was obviously made of olive branches, but it was wrapped in flames without a trace of scorching.
Based on the memories of his first life in Uruk, Hilgna can tell that this shepherd's staff is already a divine weapon with the possession of a god.
"But this noble god."
Hilgna inserted the shepherd's staff in the white sand beside him, put his hands down by his side, and said calmly, "I'm not your believer, nor your complete citizen. Half of my blood flows in my veins." Blood of Hittite, my best friend is a descendant of the sun god Ra and the lord of Egypt. Even if I choose not to follow your guidance, there will be a place for me beside the pharaoh - why should I give up what I have Everything, to go to an unknown journey full of blood, tears, toil, and maybe even complained and hated by the people I lead?"
"They chose you, and you chose them—how do you know that the end of this journey won't be the end you want?"
"Go to the Promised Land! All the answers you want to know are there!"
The blue flames filled the entire cave, and the dazzling bright fire made Hilgna raise his head to cover his eyes. After the ubiquitous voice shouted the last sentence, it fell silent together with the flames on the thorns.
Standing in the silent and gloomy cave, Hilgna sighed long and lonely.
When Arash awoke from a deep sleep, the sun was shining on his cheeks, giving him a warm glow.
He sat up and immediately found that the figure beside him that should have been there had disappeared.
"Hill? Where are you, Hill?" Arash immediately stood up and began to search for traces of his master, and soon discovered Hilgna's location with clairvoyance.
Hilgna held a shepherd's staff made of olive branches in his hand, and his blue eyes were so deep that it was impossible to look directly at them under the sunlight.
Just like looking down at the sea from the sky, you can see the sparkling, but you can't see what is hidden in the blue seabed.
He's not in the right mood.
Arash paused, swallowed the words he wanted to ask just now, and switched to another sentence: "The people of Midian have agreed to lend us camels, and when we get to Egypt, just let them go. The camel will come back by itself."
"Okay." Hilgna nodded to indicate that he already knew.
They did not stop at the Midian Oasis, but rushed towards Egypt.
And there are still three weeks before the war between Hittite and Egypt.
On the other side of the country of golden sands, the Egyptians naturally noticed the unusual movement of the Hittites.
"The Hittites must be planning something—Your Majesty, you shouldn't let that Hittite prince go back!"
"It must be that he told Hittite our domestic secrets, otherwise why did Hittite change when he went back?"
"Your Majesty Ramses!"
"His Majesty!"
"Shut up—!" Osman Diaz had a headache from the noise, he shouted coldly, all the courtiers immediately fell silent and bowed their heads, not daring to make any more noise.
"Yu trusted Hilgna, and it was Yu who asked him to go back to Hittite to see his father for the last time—do you mean that Yu who made this decision was wrong!"
"I dare not!!"
The ministers immediately knelt down on the ground and pressed their foreheads on the mirror-like greisen floor.
"Then don't shut up!"
The pharaoh's anger made the ministers respond, bowed their waists and withdrew from the royal court.
Osman Diaz sat on the palace with a sullen face, tapping the throne with his fingers, thinking about something.
At this time, an attendant rushed into the hall and knelt down to report: "Your Majesty, His Highness Hilgna is back!"
Osman Diaz stood up suddenly, strode down from the throne, and walked towards the outside of the hall: "Where is he?"
"Osman!" Hilgner was jumping off the back of the camel that had not completely lowered himself, calling to Osman Diaz who had already walked out of the hall.
Osman Diaz greedily looked at Hilgna, whom he hadn't seen for several months, and found that his friend had lost a lot of weight, and his complexion was not as rosy and light as when he was in Egypt;
He said in a deep voice: "Why did you get yourself into such a mess? Yu will order someone to prepare food and a bath for you. You should wash off the dust!"
Hilgna paused and stopped Osman Diaz from moving: "Wait a minute, Osman, I have something to tell you."
The Pharaoh, who wanted to bring his friend back to his usual demeanor quickly, did not stop, and said loudly: "Don't be in such a hurry, let's have a good chat at the dinner table later!"
"Hittite is preparing to go to war with Egypt, I think you should prepare as soon as possible."
Hilgna's words this time successfully made the Pharaoh stop.
Osman Diaz's golden eyes sized up Hilgna for a while, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "Yu knew it a long time ago."
Osman Diaz laughed very heartily: "I also know that you hurried back to Egypt from West Terrace just to tell me this matter."
After Hilgner was dazed for a moment, he immediately realized that his concern was confused: Since Hittite could send spies to lurk in Egypt, wouldn't Egypt do the same?
What's more, no matter how carefully the changes related to the war are hidden, they are still as conspicuous as ink drops on white paper in the eyes of caring people.
Osman Diaz noticed Hilgna's silence, he turned around and hugged Hilgna, completely ignoring that the wind and dust on the other party would stain his clean royal robe: "I'm very happy, you really are standing on Yu's side On the one hand—don’t worry, the soldiers Yu sent to you didn’t get the news, if you feel offended, Yu can apologize to you—”
The Pharaoh is always right, he is the rock-solid rule, the scale that judges evil, and the incarnation of the sun god revered by the people of Upper and Lower Egypt, but at this moment, Osman Diaz wants to apologize to Hilgna.
This made Hilgner shake his head, took a step back and said, "Since you know, I'm relieved, in terms of your ability, you won't lose to Hittite."
"Aren't you with Yu?" Osman Diaz stretched out his hand to Hilgna: "If we are together, no enemy will be feared! Just like before, let's join hands to win the victory!"
Hilgna took another step back.
"I will not go to battle, Ramses."
Hilgna heard himself say calmly, "I'm telling you this because I'm afraid you will be in danger. But the Hittite king is my own brother, and I'm also a Hittite citizen."
"I will not go into battle with you and point my weapon at them."
"Hittite never regarded you as his people, Hill, you know this better than me, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't be my best friend."
Osman Diaz's voice was also calm.
"You're a bit strange, Hill, did you encounter something on the way?" The Pharaoh frowned, and held Hilgna's hand, trying to see what was wrong on his friend's face.
"...No, nothing." Hilgna replied.
Egypt has already received the rumors and started war preparations. Several prosperous cities began to transport war materials, which intensified the labor of slaves and untouchables, making them miserable.
Although Osman Diaz didn't care about Hilghner's identity, and even wanted him to join the war, but the ministers and elders of Egypt guarded Hilghner like a prisoner, for fear that he would steal the army. If it is confidential, it will be given to the enemy Hittite.
The construction of the temple was also suspended, and all the slaves went to the battlefield to carry supplies for the army, feed the horses, and even serve as cannon fodder for the vanguard.
"...I must stop this war." Hilgner said.
Hilgna can secretly manipulate the Hittite Senate and his younger brother who has already ascended the throne to stop the war. When they find that Egypt under Ramses II is not an existence that can easily bite the meat, end this war. War is also a breeze.
Hilgna originally wanted to go to the battlefield with Osman Diaz. He would use the least cost and the fastest speed to end the war and bring peace back.
But Osman Diaz was looking forward to the war, and when Silgner saw his excited and smiling face, he canceled the original decision.
What better demonstration of a new king's abilities than a victory in battle?
Hittite's new young king would not refuse war, and Egypt's ambitious pharaoh would certainly not.
Hittites had been preparing for this war years before, and so had Egypt.
Even if Hilgna really helped Osman Diaz win the war, the aggression and conquest would still not stop.
Arash's face is also very dignified. His country has also suffered from 60 years of war. If Arash hadn't shot an arrow and brought peace to the two countries that were in constant territorial disputes, I am afraid that the war will continue. , constantly taking the lives and families of the people.
So Arash hated wars that would bring death and sorrow.
"What can we do to stop this war?" Arash stared at Hilgna and asked in a deep voice.
"There are two ways." Silgner's voice was dry, and the arc he barely raised was like a hook with a heavy object, which was constantly pulling the corners of his lips down.
"When the soldiers on both sides are killing each other and enough people die, they will stop fighting."
"Is there another one?" Arash frowned, and then asked.
"When the third-party forces have killed enough of both of them, they will retreat in a hurry to preserve their vitality."
Hilgna said indifferently.
Arash showed an unbearable expression: "Does it have to be like this?"
"I also thought about besieging their capital, prompting them to come back and stop the war. But the problem is..."
Hilgner looked at Arash and said, "There are only two of us."
How can a third-party force with only two people make the thousands of troops of two powerful countries aware of the danger, stop the war, and return to the city to help?
Arash was silent for a while, put his hand on Hilgna's shoulder, and said with firm eyes: "It can be done, with my strength and yours, it can be done!"
"One of my skills is to create a rain of thousands of arrows. Hill, do you know illusions? You can create illusions, and then I will create a rain of arrows, so that a powerful third party can be created!"
"...It's worth a try." Silgner pondered for a while, simulating the feasibility of this strategy in his mind, and was delighted to find that the success rate was above 60.00%.
"But Hill, please forgive me for being rude, I have a question I want to ask you."
Arash hesitated again and again, but still said to Hilgna.
"Speak." Hilgna sorted out the magic knowledge he had acquired in his two lifetimes, looking for the best technique to resolve the war as soon as possible.
"You used to be a king, and you fought everywhere. If that's the case, why do you want to stop this war?"
What Arash wants to ask is Hilgna's previous wars, how is it different from them?
Hilgner was silent for a while, and replied: "For me, war is a means rather than an end. What I want is not to demonstrate my strength through war or to consolidate my position. What I want is Let the subjects under my command live a life where they don’t have to worry about fear, and don’t have to worry about dying silently one day. What’s more, for me, if I want to conquer a place, there is a more convenient and once-for-all method.”
When everyone speaks the same language, learns the same script, and understands the same history, then they are the citizens of a country.
Although slow, it is the method with the least side effects.
In Hilgner's previous world, it was through this method that his homeland expanded from a small area on the map to the third largest country in the world.
Arash smiled slightly: "It's really great to meet you, Hill."
The Hittite and Egyptian armies marched neatly across the field, their sharp spears and sturdy shields reflecting brightly in the dazzling sunlight.
According to this marching speed, within two days, they will be fighting hand to hand.
After confirming that the armies of both sides had started to march, Hilgna and Arash also started their plan.
The reason why they didn't choose to go before the army set off was also because the illusion was easily exposed to the well-trained army. Only when the army had traveled a sufficient distance and the news came out that the rear was attacked would they rush back. aid.
"Osman Diaz will not return to Thebes, and his military talent is not comparable to that of Villatt." Hilgner said firmly during the plan, "So we need to add other chips so that he cannot not coming back."
"Hill, if you do this, Brother Pharaoh may regard you as an enemy." Arash warned worriedly.
Hilgna looked at Arash calmly, then lowered his head and continued to perfect his plan: "Maybe I should have been his enemy."
Since he was supposed to be the enemy of Ramses II, he had to do what the enemy should do.
From the perspective of Hittite and Egypt, this war that should have been stained with blood seems to have had a bad start from the very beginning.
When they set off on an expedition and were about to arrive at the place of battle, an urgent letter came from the royal capital in the rear asking for help, saying that the royal capital was about to be breached, and the army was asked to rush back for help.
The Hittites and Egypt were really confused. Which country belonged to such an army attacking the royal capital and the arrows pouring down like a torrential rain?
Could it be that they saw Hittite and Egypt preparing to go to war, and wanted to take advantage of it?
On the black and white chessboard, a third-party chess player placed his pieces.
Both the Hittite and Egyptian teams were in chaos. The Hittite think tanks were arguing over whether to go back to rescue the king, and the same was true for Egypt. Even though Osman Diaz himself insisted on continuing to march, but with the army However, the elders were worried about the fall of the Egyptian capital and insisted on returning to Thebes for assistance.
Some people also proposed to divide the troops and let a group of troops go back to rescue first, but it was rejected by other members of the think tank. What if the unknown forces besieging the capital were to deal with the soldiers they sent over?Wouldn't that be fulfilling the wishes of the third party forces, sending their important soldiers to die in vain?
The author has something to say:
The one who said Arash Airlines must be trying to laugh me to death hahahahahaha
It's so cute hahahaha
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