In ancient times, if the princesses were all faithful, the siege would indeed have lasted for ten years.

——French poet Bonnar

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"Everyone is posing, I'm going to take a picture!" A tour guide in ethnic costume stood in front of the tripod camera and said with a dance.

Several tourists from all over the world immediately smiled and stood in front of the ruins of a colonnade, preparing to leave some video records for their trip.

It was the evening of October 18, 2013. Giresong on the northeastern border of Turkey, a small town adjacent to the Black Sea, is also a small tourist attraction. The rolling hills and river valleys, the rough coastline, and the lush cherry trees and hazelnut trees are extremely famous than the other side of the Black Sea and are full of warm sunshine. This place has a more peaceful rural beauty.

Just as the tour guide was about to press the shutter, he angrily whispered and saw the young man in the tourist group who was not very sociable and rules. The man was about 20 years old, about 1.75 meters away, from East Asia, with black glasses and black hair, gray casual jacket, long and not messy hair, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, the appearance of a standard college student. At this moment, the man seemed to have not heard the tour guide's invitation to take a photo. He was standing alone in front of a cliff dozens of meters high, carrying everyone on his back, looking up at the cliff, thinking.

"This guest, please come and take a photo. After that, we will board the bus and go to the hotel in the city to rest." Although the tour guide was unhappy, he still walked forward politely and walked to the man.

Out of curiosity, other tourists also gathered in front of this cliff. Its cross section is actually a giant statue. This is an extremely common scene in Asia Minor - Anatolia, just as the famous Turkish poet said, "This area is like the head of a beautiful mare, rushing from the distant Asia and plunging into the blue Mediterranean Sea." If you compare it to a palm, your wrist is the high peak in the eastern part of Asia, the thumb in the inner bend is the Taurus Mountains, and the palm is the undulating plateau and salt lake.

The westward direction becomes smoother, and it is a dense place for markets and towns. Finally, each finger is the rivers everywhere, gently reaching into the Aegean Sea. The head of Asia, the belly of the continent, countless people or empires leave footprints here, the chariots of Hittites, the king of Lydia, the Greek philosopher, the Persian emperor, the eagle flag of Rome, the monks of Byzantine, and the Turkish herders. According to Sir Hamilton of the British Royal Geological Society in the mid-19th century, "Anatolia, even the smallest place, has monuments."

Seeing that the guests were coming, the tour guide looked at the statue: a tall man with a crown that stretched out like a scorpion turtle, covered in military uniform, holding a strange scepter in his hand, and under his feet were reliefs of soldiers who were deliberately reduced, either riding a horse, holding a spear and bow, lying in formation, charging towards the direction pointed by the man's scepter... The whole sculpture gives the man the majesty and oppression of the emperor.

"Oh, everyone, please note that this is the legendary relief of Alexander." The richly expressed tour guide began to explain with his hands and feet.

"No, this is not Alexander's relief at all." The young man turned around and rejected the tour guide, which made the other party extremely embarrassed. But before the other party could defend himself, the man pushed down the glasses on the bridge of his nose, with a proud expression, and said in fluent Turkish: "The statues of Alexander the Great, which exist in the world, are all the images of young men without beards. The owner of the sculpture is full of beards and beards, and the standard Indo-European appearance - but his armor, including the military weapons of soldiers, are a mixture of Greek Corinthian style and Persian style - look at his scepter!"

All the tourists were attracted by the man's words and looked involuntarily in the direction of his fingers, which made the tour guide even more embarrassed. "The top of this scepter is a sun, and there is an inscription on it - Mitra, Mitra, right, the name of the Persian sun god, which is the scepter that Mitra, that is, the descendant of the god, can possess. Therefore, the owner of this relief is-"

The man breathed a sigh of relief, paused, and then said word by word: "It was the authoritarian monarch of the Black Sea, the strong enemy of the Roman Republic, the descendant of Darius of Persia, the leader of the Greek Hondu Kingdom, Mitradath VI!"

Next, he continued to say quickly: "Yes, Giresson, the ancient Greeks called this place Karabi, which means the mountains where cherry trees bloom, and the Romans called it the City of Friends of God, which means there are temples everywhere. The King of Pentun Mitrada Tidal converted this place into his palace. The place where everyone is located was originally a vast palace, hunting garden and camp..."

The tourists stopped in front of the excited man. Even if they were domestic tourists, their cognition was limited to the pressure. Cyrus and others. Who was Mitradati? They were soon lost. One of the fat women raised their hand and told the tour guide, "Can you go down the mountain and have a meal in the hotel?"

Now, it was the tour guide's turn to smile at the man with a sarcastic smile and asked, "Are the guest here for archaeology?"

The male college student stroked his hair with his hands, looking calm and disgusted, and said, "I am a Chinese student from University X, named Li Bida, and majored in linguistics."

The tour guide shrugged, clapped his hands, turned to the other tourists and said, "Let's get on the bus first, get on the bus and gather. Maybe Mr. Li will stay here for five more minutes and continue to communicate with Mitra." The tourists around him smiled a few times and left the cliffs one after another.

Only Li Bida was left alone, still wandering in the place. The evening breeze came, and the sunset light slowly filled the valley. The broken pillars were plated with gold, and the air was filled with a faint and cool smell. At this moment, Li Bida discovered that suddenly the giant carving of Mitrada ladder, the Sun God's Scepter in his hand, and the sun logo at the top seemed not carved by ordinary stones. It reflected the sunset and flashed an extremely dazzling light. The light gathered into a diverging light column, making Li Bida unable to open his eyes. Soon the light walked onto Li Bida and enveloped him. Before he could be surprised, his body turned into billions of particles, drifting without a shadow!

Five minutes later, the impatient tour guide rumbled and walked to the cliff where Li Bida had just stood, then inexplicably surprised and opened his mouth wide.

Under the cliff, Li Bida had no trace, and there was no hair. There was no trace in a circle of miles, only a bunch of clothes, pants, and watches. The tour guide was trembling and touched the pile of clothes with his hands. He only picked up a pair of glasses. The shadow of the twilight gradually covered the canyon, and the surroundings were filled with indescribable weirdness.
Chapter completed!