To Four Thousand Years Later

It's also really strange.

Solomon raised his eyebrows silently as he watched the backs of five or six hundred people sent by the Israeli army to **** the naked and unarmed captives back.

He wasn't worried that these captives would suddenly rebel—first, they didn't have the guts, and second, they didn't have the foundation.

Egyptians generally only wear bottoms, and there are no pockets for things. Solomon made them undress so that they could hide their view with their own clothes. One by one, they wore headscarves that obscured their sight. Their left and right hands were connected to those in front and back, and the Israeli soldiers leading the way were at the front.

To briefly describe it, it is the kind of binding method in which the left hand of the first person is connected to the person behind, the right hand of the second person is connected to the person behind, and the left hand of the third person is very easy to use. Much better than the one where the hands are tied together and strung together.

The first is that the rope doesn’t need to be too long, which is much easier to do; second, as long as the formation is pulled apart and the rope is straightened, their left and right hands cannot touch each other, and thus they cannot break through the gap. Even if all of them collude to escape, it is absolutely impossible for them to escape.

Because no matter what direction they run, as long as they run away, half of them must face the opposite direction, and some people will trip over the people around them because the rope is too short—in this way, they themselves will become a force to restrain themselves .

Use the masses to target the masses, use the people to control the people. This is the unbreakable knot that Solomon made.

The art of conditioning people is throwing them into a chaotic crowd... that's enough.

What really made Solomon ponder were the names of these captives.

He clearly saw that most of the Egyptian soldiers whose names were bright red when they met for the first time had turned pale green. The rest of them all turned yellow.

...It can't be that they suddenly have a good impression of themselves, right?

Or is it that the mark of this color judgment is not "favorability", but "hostility"... If even Liwei can work, can the means of power work?

Go back and find a chance to experiment.

Although in this era, "good impression" and "no hostility" are basically equivalent. But for the situation where emotions become rich and complicated after enlightenment, the distinction of this mechanism is meaningful.

"You are from Hiran, aren't you?"

Solomon took the reins from the people around him and got on his horse. He walked slowly to the Tyrean soldiers and said gently, "I am Solomon, the king of Israel... Please send someone to take me to the king's city."

"…Yes Yes!"

These Tirian soldiers who had witnessed the miracles performed by Solomon and their names became green, stammered their answers and saluted Solomon and Prince Gaza.

It's not that they are timid. It was because Solomon's previous momentum was too great.

The **** Tire worshiped before was the pre-fallen Baal. Although she has degenerated into a demon **** now, and the people of Tyre no longer believe in her...but she used to be the patron saint of the city of Tire, and there were priests in Tire.

But even ten years ago, when there were priests in Tire... It was absolutely impossible for their priests to destroy a path with their hands, much less to extinguish the flames and regenerate dead branches with their hands.

Such miracles made them no longer dare to doubt Solomon's identity—in other words, the miracle itself was Solomon's greatest proof.

They were dubious about the deeds of Solomon repelling the demon **** Baal. Though widely spread, they never believed that Baal could be repulsed by an ordinary human.

Even if he degenerates into a demon god, and his strength is weakened... He is, after all, Baal, the main **** of the Phoenicians.

But now, they are somewhat convinced.

"But those Egyptians..."

Having said that, the Tyrians looked in the direction of the Egyptians' escape, hesitant.

Solomon said calmly: "There is no rush. I have already sent my main army to take a short cut to intercept it. You just chase after it from behind... They are large in number, it is not easy to turn around, and they are in a hurry to escape, they will not Turn around and hit you. You can chase them with chariots at ease, and shoot them with bows and arrows from behind."

"So, Lord Solomon... How many people did you send to intercept them?"

Someone said worriedly: "They are all cavalry soldiers. There are eight or nine thousand people."

"Don't worry. I must have more people than them."

Solomon said casually, "Just go after it."

"Taking a step back, even if my soldiers didn't stop them, you can still chase them from behind and take revenge on them, can't you? Think about it, what cruel things they have done... and how cruel they will do next thing."

Solomon said meaningfully: "They are fleeing towards the interior of your Tire. If they don't want to escape, but kill inward...you will be sinners."

"...You, what you said is, Lord Solomon!"

The leading general was shocked, deeply feeling that what Solomon said made sense.

But he glanced at Solomon again and hesitated: "Then you..."

"You just leave someone with me."

Solomon said kindly: "It's boring for the three of us to walk...Neither of them is the type to talk. It's rare to come to the bustling Tire, let me have a guide to walk around with me, just as a study It's a fresh experience."

"yes."

The general shouted to a young man behind him, "Umar!"

"I'm here, Father!"

A young man with wheat-colored skin and black eyes ran over all the way, secretly glanced at Solomon with some curiosity and awe, and said emotionally: "Leave it to me!"

"Remember, don't be rude in front of His Highness Solomon, Umar."

The general said solemnly, "You are the face of Tire."

The young man also replied seriously: "I will. Don't worry, father!"

The general nodded, then turned to introduce Solomon: "This is my son, Umar... If you want to go, let him take you there."

"Hmm. Tell my friend Sheeran I might be a few days late—"

Solomon joked with a smile: "A few days later, it depends on how prosperous Tire is."

"Then I hope you will stay longer."

The general smiled slightly, saluted Solomon, his queen, and Gaza, the eldest son of the king of Tire beside him, and then took his leave.

Immediately, they quickly adjusted their formation, drove the chariot, and chased towards the north amidst the sound of roaring horseshoes.

"You, are you the King Solomon who the Lord gave authority to!"

The young man watched his father go away, and then asked Solomon excitedly: "No, I'm rude... Please forgive me! But, but I really admire you..."

"Umar."

Solomon smiled and didn't respond. He just reached out and touched his head: "Are you a man? Can you protect me?"

"Of course, King Solomon!"

The boy Umar replied without hesitation: "I am the youngest brave man in Tire!"

"Then your aesthetic taste must be the same as that of adults."

Solomon smiled and said softly, "Take me to the city you think is the most interesting."

"No problem at all!"

The young man's eyes lit up immediately, but then he hesitated: "But, but that would be a little far..."

Far is right.

Solomon thought to himself, but didn't show it.

He just said gently: "It doesn't matter. Knowing four mediocre knowledge is not as good as being proficient in one. Sometimes quality is better than quantity, Umar."

"Knowing four kinds of mediocre knowledge is not as good as being proficient in one..."

Umar nodded thoughtfully, then nodded vigorously: "I will keep your teachings in mind."

"It's nothing, Umar."

Solomon laughed and said, "I'll tell you slowly on the way. If you want, you can also be my student."

"I... can I really?"

Umar was taken aback: "But my status is higher than that of His Highness Gaza..."

Gaza on the side interjected: "Umar, the teacher is much greater than you imagined. He recruits students, not all of whom are looking for the blood of noble people. If they are studious and intelligent, even slaves and hard labor students He'll take it too."

Gaza, whose facial features are as handsome as a craftsman's statue, straightened his back and looked down on Umar, and said in a gentle tone similar to Solomon: "The last time I saw you, you only reached my waist...but I I still remember that you are a studious child. Since the teacher said that he would accept you as an apprentice, why not thank the teacher quickly."

"Thank you! Your Highness Gaza! Thank you, King Solomon!"

Seeing Umar salute Solomon excitedly, and running around happily, Solomon smiled, leaned his head to Gaza's side and asked in a low voice, "Do you really know him?"

"Just the name, sir. He's the only son of the marshal-in-waiting. I've seen him before."

Gaza also lowered his voice and replied: "It will also be useful for teachers."

"Do you only know the name?" Solomon's mouth slightly raised, "Then you learned well, Gaza."

"It's all due to you, my teacher, my... father."

Gaza bowed his head respectfully to Solomon.