After more than a month of trekking, they finally arrived at Amman, the city closest to Jerusha.
Amman was a small, unknown city in Jordan, a neighboring country of Jerusha. Although it was a small city, the people there were warm and kind, living a life of peace and prosperity. The residents on the street carried porcelain jars or bamboo baskets on their heads. Whenever they met an acquaintance, they would wish each other well and give each other the little things in the jars. The strangest thing was that every house's courtyard, front door, and house were planted with colorful and beautiful flowers, as if they had come to the flower world of paradise.
When Ayis arrived in Amman, she saw the simple residents and the streets of Amman that were filled with blooming flowers. She immediately fell in love with it. However, Amman's cowardly residents looked at the 12 warriors slowly approaching with the carriage, and their faces immediately revealed fear. Because ten days ago, Nebuchadnezzar II had led the Neo Babylonian army through their territory like a swarm of locusts, leaving behind a miserable scene.
In fact, they were already very lucky because Amman was a poor and backward place with a backward economy. Nebuchadnezzar II's army didn't have anything that caught their eye, and they were lucky enough to escape the risk of being occupied and robbed.
The escort team stopped in front of a relay station. Ares dismounted first and entered the relay station to ask for a room from the boss. He then instructed the boss to settle the horses. The middle-aged boss with a cloth over his head had an extremely shocked expression as he respectfully nodded and listened to the instructions. Everyone alighted from their carriages and dismounted from their horses. They all entered the relay station, and their horses were led away by the younger brothers.
The guards also sensed the strange behavior of the Amman residents." Your Highness, they seem to be very afraid of us.”Mortira whispered as she approached Ayis.
"The army has just passed, and the Neo Babylonian army is the second time they have led their army to Majstan (Israel is in the territory of the Pakistan). It is normal for them to have lingering fears about our Babylonian battle suit.”Heracles glanced at the old man who was about to take a detour and said.
While saying this, they had already chosen a large table to sit down. Everyone nodded in agreement with Heracles, except for Ayis who deliberately ignored him.
After Ares finished registering and handing over his tasks, he walked over and sat down. He picked up the tea brought by the waiter and drank it in one gulp. The tea brewed with processed chrysanthemum was especially sweet and pleasant, dispelling the accumulated fire and dryness accumulated from more than a month of traveling.
After finishing his tea, Ares cleared his throat and said,"Your Highness, we've arrived at the city closest to Jerusam-can you tell me what you plan to do?”
"I've thought about these questions. Ares, let me ask you first, who has the highest chance of winning this battle?”Ayis asked.
"There is no doubt that Jerusha will lose. It is only a matter of time. This was because they had learned from their mistakes, and they would lose miserably. Because only then can the hatred in the king's heart be appeased.”
"Then we can try to persuade them to surrender. I know that with their current situation, even if they surrender, my father will not forgive them. But there's still me! My father dotes on me the most. I think that as long as I try my best to plead for mercy, at least Jerusha can escape the situation of life and death, and the fate of our Babylon may also be rewritten.”Ayis recalled the miserable and bloody scene in the premonition.
Ares looked at Heracles, who remained calm and collected. He wanted to hear his thoughts.
" I agree…" Heracles blurted out succinctly. He had long made up his mind to ignore the war between humans and only be responsible for their safety. But as long as Ayis wanted to do something, he would cooperate fully. He didn't know why, but he felt that it was only right to do so.
"Then how about this! Let's fill our stomachs first. After Fatty, Skinny, and I rest for two hours, we'll change our clothes and go to the border of Jerusalem to gather information. Heracles and the others stayed behind to protect the princess.”
Ares looked at the princess, his eyes filled with tenderness and reluctance. Although Ares was reluctant to leave Ayis, he had no choice but to do so. To him, the princess 'wish was his' military command'.
After hearing Ares's arrangement, everyone nodded in agreement. Heracles couldn't help but look at Ares with approval. He admired Ares's leadership and clear mind.
" I didn't expect Ares to be so bold. He resembles me from back then."
Heracles suddenly recalled the memories of the human world before he became a god. For the sake of his ideals, he had bathed in blood on the battlefield. In order to resist the oppression of the Queen of Heaven, Hera, he had fought with the magical beasts. Thinking of those memories made his blood boil.
Seeing this, Ayis wanted to take the opportunity to test Heracles. She reached out and covered the back of Ares 'hand." Ares, you must be careful on this trip! Don't enter the battlefield so easily. Don't let yourself get injured! You must come back quickly!" Ayis said gently.
Ares pursed his lips as he was overwhelmed by the unexpected favor. He was so touched that he almost cried. "Yes! Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I will definitely not disappoint you. I will do what Your Highness has instructed me to do and come back as soon as possible.”
Everyone was already used to seeing this on the way. The strange atmosphere of the three of them along the way made them guess what was going on. Of course, the only exception was the fat man who was brawny and simple-minded. As long as Ares and Heracles were present, their princess would treat Ares very well. She looked like a delicate, cute, and gentle girl who clung to Ares. Heracles was as stiff as a cold stone. The dragon meat was placed in front of him, but he found it tasteless.
This was how Heracles looked at the moment. His heart was filled with mixed feelings, but the food in his mouth was as light as water. The scene in front of him tormented him endlessly. Was he sad? He wasn't sure himself, because even if he was sad, he had to work hard to control himself. Moreover, he despised him for being sad because of this.
Everyone turned a blind eye to it and lowered their heads to eat the delicious dishes served by the waiter. Especially the delicious Fatty. He ate the most. He didn't have any worries at all. He wasn't even afraid of death. In this strange atmosphere where everyone had their own thoughts, everyone finished the food on the table. The porcelain plate that contained the food was licked by Fatty until it was bright, like a "white jade plate" in the sky. After licking it, he let out a long sigh of satisfaction and then put down the porcelain plate.
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