The consul looked at the people on the throne and covered his chest with one hand.
"Respect the great Pharaoh, this is the general selected by the mercenary team this time - Zhuang."
"He is a strong man from a foreign land. Please give him a lesson from His Majesty the Pharaoh."
Pharaoh Menes' eyes slowly fell on Zhuang Wuming.
A huge sense of oppression came over him, it was a pair of golden eyes that contained an inhuman spirit.
Looking down at all living beings, you are supreme.
There was a feeling in my heart that the Pharaoh in front of me seemed to be a god.
"Outsiders, come to my land and serve me."
"No matter what your past is, you will be protected by me."
"Repay me with your loyalty and merit, and I will definitely give you generous rewards."
As if it was some kind of formulaic declaration, Zhuang Wuyi covered his chest with one hand, bent down and said, "Thank you, His Majesty the Pharaoh, for your gift."
"I will reward you with 5 debens of gold. You can go down."
The consul led Zhuang Wuming away, and a slave with black skin was waiting outside the palace.
He came to Zhuang Wuming with a golden tray in his hand.
Kneeling down slowly, Zhuang Wuming saw the item in the tray, a palm-sized gold brick.
The consul smiled slightly and said, "Take it. This is the gold given by Pharaoh. It is your first reward."
Picking up the gold, Zhuang Wuming turned around and left with the consul. They left the palace a quarter of an hour later.
The consul led Zhuang Wuming to a military camp in the west of Memphis City. The tents here had already been set up.
Arriving directly in front of the largest tent, Archon Fanas said calmly.
"This is your tent. You have three days to form a team. After three days, we will set off to the territory of the Eighteenth Dynasty."
Zhuang Wuming nodded when he heard this, "I understand."
When you walk into the tent, you will find a complete range of supplies inside, including exquisite wood products, pottery products and stone products.
Sitting on the wooden chair in the tent, Zhuang Wuming frowned, thinking about what to do next.
"First of all, we must build a team with combat effectiveness."
"These mercenaries are powerful. They are generally at the killing level, and almost none are at the sin level."
"If I can master it, it is the biggest force at present and will be of great benefit to accomplishing my goals."
"But it's not an easy thing to keep them in your hands. It's their nature to be unruly."
"Then we have to use some tactics."
At night, Zhuang Wuming found Dekkas. He was drinking and looked a little decadent.
Obviously, he suffered a huge blow during the battle with Zhuang Wuming, which even made him doubt his life.
Looking at Zhuang Wuming who suddenly appeared, Dekkas frowned and said, "General Zhuang, you have something to do with me."
Zhuang Wuming smiled slightly and said with kindness, "Of course I have something to do, we will go on an expedition soon."
"You should know that we mercenaries are the ones who rush to the front, and our mortality rate is very high."
"I don't think you joined the mercenary team just to die."
Dekkas nodded, "Yes, are you paying attention?"
"I came to you, first of all to accept your fate as my deputy."
"Deputy," a glint appeared in his eyes. This position meant that he would gain a lot of rights.
"Secondly, this is the gold that Pharaoh rewarded me with today, 5 debens."
"As my deputy, you will receive 2 debens of gold."
Looking at the gold that Zhuang Wuming took out, Dekkas was a little surprised.
Gold was the hard currency of the Egyptian world, not only because of its trading function, but also because it contained power.
The reason why he did not learn the "Golden Magic" inheritance was because he was too poor and had no gold to sacrifice to the priests to learn this Egyptian orthodox inheritance.
But now that he has just joined the mercenary team, he has received 2 debens of gold, which is very powerful.
The deben is the Egyptian unit of weight, 1 deben is equal to 90 grams, and 5 deben is equal to 450 grams.
180 grams of gold is worth a lot even in modern times. In ancient Egypt, where gold was revered, the price was also high.
Dekkas looked at Zhuang Wuming, "What do you want to do?"
As he spoke, he held the gold in his hand and felt the weight carefully.
"It's very simple. Gather everyone together tomorrow, and then I will build a cavalry."
"Cavalry? Do you have horses?"
With a mysterious smile, Zhuang Wuming smiled and said, "Of course there are. I will select three hundred elites to form a cavalry team."
"And you will be responsible for the remaining people and let them form an infantry team. With your actual combat experience, it is not difficult to do so."
A flash of light flashed in Dekkas's eyes. Seven hundred mercenary teams gathered together to form a huge force.
It was enough for him to be safe on the battlefield, and he felt admiration and awe for Zhuang Wuming.
Awe of his strength, admiration for his mind and magnanimity.
The next day, early in the morning, Zhuang Wuming had arrived at the open space of the military camp.
Dekkas also followed, both of them expressionless.
An Egyptian auxiliary stood aside. He was sent to him by the consul Pharnas and could help him manage many things.
The auxiliary officer's name was Gorius. He had a well-proportioned figure and a fair complexion.
A pair of black eyes, bright and sparkling with wisdom, and his face is very handsome.
Zhuang Wuming looked at him and said, "Blow the horn."
Upon hearing this, Gorius took out his horn, and a low horn sound sounded.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Thunder broke out in the military camp, and many mercenaries were woken up. They all walked out of the tents with confused expressions.
When they saw Zhuang Wuming and Dekkas in the open space, their faces became even more confused. They didn't know why these two people got up so early.
By the time everyone gathered together, an hour had passed.
Zhuang Wuming's expression remained unchanged, but he had marked this group of mercenaries as unusable.
"Everyone gather, the general has an order to announce," Dirkas looked serious.
The huge roar, accompanied by the pressure of the biological level, made the lazy mercenaries around him jump into excitement.
The scattered mercenaries had different expressions amid the roar.
Some may be confused, or puzzled, or irritated, but no one is disdainful.
Egypt is an era that advocates strength, and those with strength will always be respected.
A treasure flag appeared in Zhuang Wuming's hand, and he raised his hand and waved it.
Dark golden horses walked out from the treasure flags one after another, and soon the open space in the center of the camp was filled.
The horses were neatly arranged in a square formation and gathered behind Zhuang Wuming.
Everyone was shocked by these majestic horses, and there was hope in their eyes.
Heroic BMWs were sought after everywhere in ancient times, even in ancient Egypt.
A good horse means that your chances of survival on the battlefield are greatly increased.