Chapter 548： Death of Paramodes (1/2)

The Greek camp is not far from the beach, and it is a sheltered place higher up.

At this time, the camp was still very lively. Soldiers went to cut trees around to build trenches and fences around the camp.

Rows of camps were erected, and a number of tanks were pulled ashore by soldiers and arranged neatly in rows. Bags of grain were brought ashore and stacked in camps.

The soldiers dug trenches, artisans built watchtowers, and the camp gradually took shape.

Smaller ships on the sea were towed to shore when the tide was high, and the rocks were underneath the ships to prevent the bottom of the ship from being rotten by the tide.

A group of soldiers felled and collected wood, built wooden beds, picked up firewood, piled them up, placed them on the woodpile, and placed the body of Palotra Silas on it.

A small altar has been built against the woodpile. There is a pedestal in the center of the altar, on which the statue of Zeus is placed.

Compared with the confidence when landing, the morale of the Greek coalition forces was a bit low.

The heroes and the princes formed a circle, silently watching Palote Silas lying on the woodpile. At this moment, it was as quiet and peaceful as falling asleep, but everyone knew that he never did It's impossible to wake up.

His brother Padalkes was even more tearful: ”Father, how can I tell you?”

The king of Ferrac came with two sons, Padalkes and Palot Silas, and Palot Silas was also a serious prince. He also had a lovely fiancee, Laodamia. The daughter of Urgo hero Acastos, she sadly said goodbye to him and sent him to fight. Now she will never see her fiance.

The princes were a little bit sad. They thought that Troy would attack when there were so many people. After all, Hercules led the dozens of ships to sack Troy and ransacked them all—now the first day he died. !!

The priests in the army put the offerings in the altar, took the clear water from the pot, sprinkled the altar and the offerings, and set up a woodpile, and sprinkled clear water on Palotra Silas.

The priest silently prayed to Zeus, hoping that he would look after the soul of Palote Silas.

Agamemnon fell to his knees, raised his hands and prayed loudly.

”Ah, dear Palotesilus, how sad you are to leave me, and hope that the great Zeus will bring your soul back to heaven, and I will wash away your shame and let the mean Trojans do it for you What they do today comes at a price. ”

After praying, someone lit the woodpile with a torch, and the body was engulfed in the blazing fire accompanied by the woodpile.

The fire extinguished, leaving only a pile of ashes on the spot. Someone filled the ashes with porcelain pots and buried them under a lush elm tree in the bay.

The funeral was simple and solemn. The people gathered in a circle and slowly moved around the elm trees, remembering and remembering Palote Silas.

While the funeral was in progress, no one noticed Odysseus sneaking away. When he arrived at a camp, a servant came in and bowed: ”Master, as I told you, I concentrated on the funeral and quietly turned one The gold was buried in Paramodes' tent. ”

Odysseus gave a slight glance, lost a piece of gold, and said, ”Good job, you can pack your gifts and return to your country today, saying it is to report peace to your family.”

”Yes, master.” The servant happily retreated.

Odysseus had a somber face and shouted another samurai. The samurai didn't know all this. He listened to the king and said, ”I have a servant. I stole gold while I wasn't paying attention. I killed him secretly and threw it into the sea, and the gold was given to you. ”

”Yes, respectable king.” The samurai filled with indignation, and the servant stole the gold. It was supposed to be killed and chased out, and soon he heard a scream.

After Odysseus had done all this, he quietly returned to the funeral, remembering and reminiscing about Palotra Silas, and no one noticed anomalies.

The solemn funeral was over. The crowd dispersed and returned to the battalion. The soldiers stood guard and inspected. Each took their responsibility and everything returned to normal.

Odysseus returned to the camp, and wrote a letter to Paramodes on behalf of King Priamos, which mentioned gold and thanked Paramodes for promoting Monet Duel of Laos and Paris.

After seeing the letter he made himself, Odysseus smiled a little, and examined it carefully, and found that there was no problem, he got out of the camp and hurried to Agamemnon's camp.

Agamemnon's tent is in the center of the entire camp. The tent is the largest, the most luxurious and comfortable. The tent is covered with a thick woolen blanket. Agamemnon just returned from the funeral and was lying obliquely. The woolen blanket was thinking about the change of the whole war situation.

Odysseus hurriedly opened the curtain of the camp account, and as soon as he entered, he shouted eagerly, ”Great commander, look, what is this?”

He passed the letter while talking, and Agamemnon hadn't responded in his thinking, but seeing that Odysseus was anxious and solemnly accepted the letter.

Just looking at the folded letter for a while, Agamemnon's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked, ”Odysseus, where did you get this letter from?”

”Great Commander, this is when I went to Paramodes, he happened to be absent and found in the camp.”

Agamemnon's hands shuddered and roared, ”Hurry up and call your princes and heroes to my camp, and call me Paramodes.”

The herald took the order and went on.

After a while, the prince and hero rushed to Agamemnon's camp, and Agamemnon handed them the parchment letter. Everyone looked at it, and his color changed.