To Four Thousand Years Later

Three months had passed since those defeated soldiers returned to Egypt.

Before they returned home, they thought about what they would do after returning home—although the **** of their right hand were broken by stones and they didn't have the strength to draw a bow, it still had no effect on farming. And they can also return to the battlefield as chariot masters... After all, their horse riding skills are real, and severed fingers will not affect the control of horses.

They also discussed whether Pharaoh would give them some land and let them go back to be farmers. There are even people who ask the warriors in Arida at home how to farm...

— But the facts tell them that you are overthinking.

These three months have been like **** for them

Under Priest Melu's suggestion, they were immediately imprisoned by the guards as soon as they returned home, and then they were greeted with a series of interrogations by the priests.

Those fighters who were warmly greeted by Solomon in front of the guards, helped to pack their bags, and the soldier stuffed with jerky were confessed by the convoy guards who watched coldly. Their bags were confiscated, and they were dragged out by the priests, beat them severely, and asked them harshly what they had said.

They didn't react at first.

As if I was still in Israel, everyone was gentle and kind to them—so there were even a few soldiers who yelled at the priests who beat them, and were beaten to death on the shelf.

Only when they saw the beaten corpse dragged out did the other soldiers feel chills, as if waking up from a dream.

—Yeah, I'm back.

They groaned and resigned themselves to their fate.

I finally realized what kind of life I returned to

Priest Amon checked their lies one by one to test whether they had lied or revealed any secrets to Solomon.

Those who really leaked the secrets were all beaten to death in front of everyone. One-third of the people were sent to do hard work such as making mud and bricks, and most of the rest were sent to build pyramids, and less than a quarter of them were sent back to their hometowns to farm.

In the end, only a very small number of people remained—about forty or fifty people passed the spiritual examination of the priests, proving that they were still loyal to Pharaoh and allowed to stay in the army.

This terrifying ratio even alarmed Pharaoh.

Pharaoh asked the loyal soldiers who had passed the review many times about their experiences in Israel, and each time he listened, he frowned. But he didn't say anything, he didn't even reward these soldiers, he just warned them not to say these things to their colleagues after they went back, otherwise they would be executed.

But even so, some leaflets made of papyrus gradually spread among the bottom of Egypt.

The person who recorded claimed to be "a conscientious priest of Amun". He described the experiences of the Egyptian soldiers who were in Israel. For example, they ate meat every day, drank cold goat milk, had comfortable mattresses, did not need to work, and were entertained by singing and playing pianos to them every day.

"...That's it, don't tell others."

At night, near the pyramid under construction, a worker carefully handed a papyrus torn into a piece of palm-sized papyrus to another person.

This looks like a very thick roll of papyrus, but it was torn into pieces for easy circulation.

This paper does not record the story, but bears the evidence. Accompanying the paper is the story of word of mouth

The middle-aged man said cautiously: "This can prove to you...put it away. You can show this to others when you tell them."

"This is... a word that only priests can write!"

The man was taken aback.

Although he can't read, he can recognize that this is the monk body that priests only have, so it is particularly convincing. After hesitating for a while, he finally put it away carefully.

Those who built the pyramids, as long as they didn't die from fatigue or accidents halfway, they could still return to the village in the end.

At that time, maybe I can take a family of old thieves to Israel...

Gradually, the songs written by King Solomon were gradually learned and hummed softly by these people. How kind King Solomon was to his people and how good the soldiers of Israel were in warfare were spread throughout the country. These scraps of paper that I don't know where they came from are also rapidly spreading among the people.

The soldiers who did hard work or built the pyramids gradually heard about it. After thinking about it for a while, they knew that it must have been written by Priest Meru—after all, he was the only priest who could write in monastic script and came to Israel himself.

They regard Priest Melu as their kind, and no longer hostile to him as they did at the beginning, but greet him respectfully after meeting Melu, and regard him as their mentor.

Melu, on the other hand, was stunned.

He has never written these things at all, nor has he read the "priest's handwriting" that is circulated at the bottom. He has always been unhappy with these soldiers who betrayed Pharaoh, and he doesn't know why they respect him so much.

But since their attitude is so good, Priest Melu's attitude towards them has gradually softened.

However, the good times did not last long.

At some point, Pharaoh heard about it.

But he did not order it randomly, but after a thorough investigation. After collecting all the pieces, the pharaoh ordered the priests to put him back together. And compare the handwriting on it with the handwriting of Priest Meru.

—The conclusion is exactly the same.

So he ordered directly to sacrifice the traitorous priest Melu to God Amon, and destroy all these shredded papers. Anyone who holds them is a death penalty, and anyone who talks about it is also a death penalty. They also sent people to cut off the tongues of the most rebellious part of the soldiers who did the hard work.

It wasn't until three months later that Pharaoh used his own tough methods to suppress the fire of treason. Nearly 2,000 people died during the period, and an unknown number suffered, but they finally calmed down again.

"Probably so, my lord."

Floros respectfully reported to Solomon: "In addition, this is the census report for the past six months."

Solomon nodded calmly: "Good job, Floros. In addition, you copy the novel written in Melu's handwriting and write dozens more copies. You don't have to do anything else next month and next month, just copy it This will be fine."

"Is it still useful now, my king?"

Floros asked Solomon suspiciously: "The Pharaoh has already ordered these things to be removed."

"It is useful, it must be useful."

Solomon said affirmatively: "Many things cannot disappear without being banned."

"There is no doubt that Meru is a wise man, and his thinking must be correct-my plan will indeed bring disaster to Egypt. But his method is wrong. He told Pharaoh directly that these people are not available, but Pharaoh can't use it. They all executed; and he told the soldiers that you were being used by King Solomon in this way, but he did not give them any reason."

Solomon slowly spread out the scroll of papyrus, and said calmly: "A profound concept must be transformed before it can be accepted by the masses...such as stories."

"—he can't speak anymore, so I'll speak for him."