Chapter 211 A letter to the King of Macedonia

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"Your Majesty." The front army was lined up with a neat Macedonian phalanx, and behind were cavalry that played a charge, but now the six phalanxes of ten thousand people were entangled together but the cavalry did not move. A brave warrior riding a Persian horse, carrying a white mask made of human bones, quickly arrived at the end with a Persian-style scimitar hanging around his waist. The huge flag showed the domineering a master.

Its owner is Alexander, the king of the four seas, the king of Macedonia!

"Oh? Palau is, is there anything wrong?" The heroic king sat down with a huge and heroic horse that was as heroic as the king, black and without any hair. This is an excellent magic horse and the exclusive mount of the Macedonian king. It is called Busefeles, and it is the blood of the eight-legged Tianma and is extraordinary.

"Yes, my king." Palau bowed. He was an Egyptian, but he decisively devoted himself to King Alexander's seat. It was not only because of the king's power, but also because of the king's unique personality charm. Those who know the king and are close to the king are all fascinated by the king's charm. This is - domineering!

"This is the information from Camelo. It was written by the person you are interested in. I wonder if you are interested. Do we need to check it? The possibility of poisoning is not without..." The man wearing a mask snatched the kraft paper in his hand by a strong man who was two meters tall before he finished speaking: "Hahahaha, no, I believe that kid is not such a person."

The four people behind him sighed at the same time. His Majesty, it is really hard to rest assured of him.

These four men were four kings who were tangled by his personal charm and then fought after his death. They are now Alexander's right-hand assistants, namely: Kashunda, Ptolemy, Seleucus and Antico.

After Alexander's death, Kashingda obtained Greece, Ptolemy obtained Egypt, Seleucci obtained the area east of the Nile, and Antico obtained Asia Minor and Syria.

These four people are all quite powerful. In terms of ability, they are powerful characters who can lead the army alone. Now they are under the charm of great pressure. It is very rare.

"Oh! Oh! Oh Oh!" Alexander opened his eyes wide and looked at the article on the sheepskin roll and screamed loudly. His scream attracted the attention of his subordinates, "Very good, very good!" Alexander waved the sheepskin and then tore off the sheepskin when it attracted the maximum attention of his subordinates.

"Aristotle! Get ready to charge!" He pulled out the Celtic sword that the Gauls paid tribute to him and waved it, "I don't have time to rush here!"

"Hey, wait, your majesty, wait!" The white-bearded old man with a huge goatee followed Alexander's footsteps with a camel. Aristotle was his teacher, but Alexander regarded him as a friend and had always treated him equally. As a counselor and counselor, he also adhered to his duty. Alexander did not need his great inducement to move towards the most correct path to the king with his best intuition. This is the most domineering kingship and the most correct one. He was almost convinced that as long as Alexander was given time, Alexander could conquer everything with his personal charm!

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?" Aristotle was a rare wise man, but he still felt his shortcomings in the face of Alexander. "I have a fight now!" Alexander's eyes flashed with a burning fighting spirit, which was an unprecedented fighting consciousness. Five thousand light cavalry followed behind him.

Although there were only five thousand people, under the leadership of Alexander, a 50,000 people burst out. In an instant, it collapsed the anxious camp like a huge rock. Both sides just shouted, but the Macedonian infantry phalanx could quickly and easily turn into a square formation. Then, following the footsteps of the light cavalry, cut into the butter like a red knife, and the opponent's camp was in chaos. This battle with the total strength of more than 120,000 was defeated by the light cavalry of the King of Macedonia.

"Where is Darius?" Alexander asked as he sat on his horse's back, his whole body as if he were a hill.

"Ph!" The other party was in a mess, but it can be seen from the decoration that he was the ruling chief here.

Since Alexander defeated Persia and overthrew the Egyptians, it seems that he has no rivals in Central Asia.

After a brief rest in Egypt, he began to trouble Darius III, because Darius III had great prestige in Persia, but when he marched for six days and six nights, he found that Darius III was not here.

Why?

Alexander smiled but didn't care, but the people next to him couldn't help it. Antico was a one-eyed strong man. His eyes were lost in a battle, but his one-eyed became the biggest sign of his bravery. He sneered twice, full of viciousness, and pulled out the Persian scimitar from his waist. Because of Persian carbon steel, Persian scimitars were generally harder and better than ordinary weapons. Many of Alexander's men used this weapon.

"Let me quit your eyes first." He sneered and gestured in front of his eyes with a scimitar: "Don't worry, it won't hurt, then put your bloody eyeballs into your mouth and let your teeth bite. Finally... "As if you had bitten through your eyeball crystal, the other person's body shook.

The mental defense line collapsed instantly: "Darius III is dead! Assassinated by us! I was afraid that he would surrender to Alexander, so I led the officers to assassinate him, and even the army didn't know about this."

"That's what he said." Antico, with one-eyed eyes, smiled and lifted him up and said to Alexander on the horse.

"Go back!" Alexander raised his fist without hesitation at all: "The situation in his hometown is very interesting! Let's go back and take a kick!"

The soldiers could not hear what he said. In their opinion, it was just his Majesty roaring, so they responded to the roar of the king like a group of lions, raised their spears and catered to each other.

The roar like thousands of troops made the enemy pale. Even though he had just lost the battle, the supreme trace of the heart finally disappeared in their proud hearts.

"Go back! Go back! Let's start a bigger conquest! Rome, interesting!" Alexander walked alone in front of him and was surrounded by six great generals who left their names in history: "My subordinates, follow me to the new battlefield."

"Drink! Drink! Drink!" Behind them was the endless battle army that conquered Central Asia...

Alexander's return made the whole European form suddenly become serious...


Chapter completed!