To Four Thousand Years Later

The king of Tire was overjoyed when he heard the information about the battle on the front line.

Whether it's the monstrous wall of fire or the stalemate with Amon, it shows that God Baal is on the same front as them.

—It is undoubtedly a happy event that Baal God is willing to take care of them again.

Moreover, it was still when Tire was about to send troops to attack the countries on the west coast of the Mediterranean Sea...or in other words, it was because Tire finally decided to start participating in the war that God Baal began to favor them?

So the king of Tire quickly ordered the frontline soldiers to carefully transport the golden bull back to the king's city. He also ordered the craftsmen to rush to make a wooden frame that could accommodate the divine bull, and sent an additional team to **** the golden bull into the city at a faster pace.

The king of Tire was still a little panicked at this time. After all, King Solomon was visiting in their country... If Solomon had arrived first, it would not be convenient for him to hold a banquet in front of King Solomon to welcome the golden bull into the city, and to perform the priestly ceremony in front of the golden bull.

Although they are friendly countries, their beliefs are different after all. At such a time, the position of Solomon as the spokesperson of God is very awkward.

Originally, the king of Tire hoped that Solomon would arrive at their royal city sooner and stop dawdling...but now, he hoped that Solomon would arrive later—at least later than the golden bull.

As long as the golden bull advances to the city before Solomon, Solomon will be embarrassed to ask them to throw away the golden bull; the ceremony that was originally used to welcome King Solomon can be used to welcome the golden bull with a slight modification

Fortunately, all accidents did not happen.

The three of Solomon were taken by Umar and sailed to a small city in the sea. In terms of time, it would take at least a week to arrive at the royal city; and the Taurus was brought back two days later.

Hiram, king of Tire, was overjoyed and sacrificed a pair of young children to the golden bull in front of everyone, using the golden bull as a symbol of his royal power. Baal, though he said nothing to their priests, and gave no magic, yet appeared and received the sacrifice.

—It doesn’t matter at all if you don’t give anything, I’m afraid that you won’t agree or come out.

As a king, but also a merchant, the king of Tire knew this truth well. This was the case when he was doing business with other countries—as long as the other party accepted the goods, the rest would be easy.

This should also be the case with God.

So the king of Tire decreed that every year from now on, this day will be established as the Holy Cow Day, and people should go to the golden bull for harvest sacrifices. At the same time, he distributed the wine that was originally for export to the whole city for free, and slaughtered 88 lambs for the whole city to eat.

The carnival didn't end until after midnight. Even the king of Tire himself was a little too drunk, and he returned to his bedroom with the support of everyone.

But when Xilan was still half asleep and half awake, thinking about how to deal with Solomon and what attitude he should show... On the square under martial law, the belly of the Taurus quietly opened a hole. Downward mouth.

"Slow down, don't rush..."

Birds, who came down first, bowed his waist and leaned on the wooden frame under the golden bull, and whispered to his companions: "Be careful, this wooden frame is leaking..."

"Understood...someone got stuck, what should I do?"

"Light it up, there are spare torches inside."

"But the inside of the cow is made of wood!"

"It's okay, just burn it."

Birds blurted out: "Our task is to let the people of Tyre know that the golden bull should not be sacrificed. Wouldn't it be better to burn the bull?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, and they all expressed their reason.

"Fire this bull of Baal at last."

"Then it's time to—"

So after all the people left, with the help of the last person, they installed their weapons one by one, lit the torches, and threw them into the Taurus.

Because they had rehearsed several times, they quickly and quietly rushed to the palace from the path. And sneaked into the palace from a secret passage known only to the royal family.

Panting nervously, Birds changed the dagger in his hand from his right hand to his left hand, and then from his left hand to his right hand. He kept wiping the sweat off his body with his hands.

Who can believe that he was just a potter before?

But now he's going to commit murder—under the will and watchful eye of King Solomon!

Killing one person now means that one hundred compatriots will be killed in the war; if they can kill the royal family of Tyre before they are exposed, they can directly prevent the outbreak of the war.

"My king bless..."

He whispered, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

More than 30 of them were divided into six groups and walked to different corridors separately.

But they are not alone assassins. It is impossible to kill the people in the palace without alerting the guards.

Therefore, it is better to kill all the guards directly. Anyway, Marshal Binaya told them that everyone in the palace would be killed... that would be a matter of time.

According to the technique that Marshal Benaya taught them, each group was divided into two teams of decoys and hunters. The decoys were alone, responsible for making some movement; Guards patrolling at night.

Birds lay quietly on the ground, watching the man on the opposite side carefully rubbing his clothes, while the five of them lay in ambush in the shadows on the other side.

Before carrying out the mission, he originally thought that the biggest difficulty was the guards' hearing and eyesight—but when he actually carried out the mission, he realized that the most difficult thing was that they were blind and deaf.

The bait man had been rubbing his clothes for a long time, but the drunken guards couldn't hear him.

But it's definitely not okay to rush directly... If they shouted loudly, they might harm other people.

no solution anymore.

Birds sighed, lowered his voice to discuss with his teammates, and temporarily changed his action plan.

He pulled out a slingshot from his pocket. This kind of slingshot can only be used to hit rabbits, and it may not be able to catch birds...but it is just right at this time.

He picked up a stone from the ground and tried his best to pull the slingshot slowly without making any sound.

Then, he fired the slingshot. The stone slammed into the corridor on the other side, and the crisp sound was heard far away.

A voice of this level should be heard no matter what.

Sure enough, the two guards guarding the gate of the King of Tire looked in that direction, discussed in a low voice, and walked over to investigate the situation alone.

The other person yawned and turned to take a look, but his pupils shrank instantly.

I saw a young man rushing up fiercely, covering his mouth like a cheetah while cutting his throat with a knife.

But Birds had already started the moment his teammates rushed over, passed the door with the lightest and fastest steps in his life, and rushed towards another person.

Before the man heard the sound of the corpse falling to the ground and turned his head, he had already stretched out his left hand to hold the man's mouth firmly, and stabbed him in the back of the heart with a dagger.

Because his right hand trembled badly, and because he didn't know the position, he couldn't stab it accurately. He stabbed three times in a row before finally avoiding the ribs and stabbing the dagger in.

Birds pressed the guard's head nervously, his violently trembling right hand stirred like crazy, and the two knelt down bit by bit from the standing position. He knelt on the ground in an awkward position, panting violently and stirring the dagger in his right hand in the back of his heart.

"Okay, okay! He's dead!"

Someone patted Birds on the shoulder in a low voice, and he suddenly woke up with a start, breaking out in a cold sweat.

His left hand had already been bitten off by that man, covered in blood and saliva.

Birds didn't care about his own wounds, he pulled the knife out of the man's crumbling chest and stabbed it in again three or four times before he was sure he was really dead. So he got up on his weak legs.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from somewhere in the palace. Most of the torches that were extinguished also began to light up here and there. They looked at each other, and rushed into Xilan's bedroom without any hesitation.

He was alone in his bedroom. Not even the sound of them opening the door woke him up because he was so drunk.

"Come on, Birds."

They discussed in low voices, and looked at Birds with a **** left hand in admiration: "Your red left hand is the same as that of King Solomon back then."

"...Yes, is it?"

Birds was ecstatic to hear someone comparing himself to King Solomon.

Everyone nodded, and the oldest among them decided: "Your wisdom and bravery, we can see...you can't be injured in vain."

"Thank you, Captain..."

Birds said gratefully.

The eldest son army is like a family, this is not a joke.

Under the light of his brothers, he took a deep breath and slowly approached the King of Tire with his left hand and knife.

Probably smelling blood, Xilan woke up in a daze.

But before he could see clearly who the person in front of him was, the King of Tire's forehead was suddenly pressed against the bed, and another knife cut his throat.

Birds heaved a sigh of relief, turned around to look at his brothers, moved away from King Tire, who was coughing blood, trembling violently and twitching all over his body, and said in a low voice, "Come on...he's still breathing."

They froze for a moment, and then someone understood what he meant.

He went up and stabbed the king of Tyre with his own sword. Then those people came to understand, and they took turns to stab the King of Tire until the King of Tire completely lost his vitality.

"Mission accomplished...we retreat."

Then they cut off the ring-bearing **** of the King of Tire's right hand and left quickly. Birds did not forget to extinguish all the torches passing by.

In the royal palace of Tyre, the din gradually subsided, and the lit lights gradually dimmed again.