As soon as these words came out, everyone below immediately raised their hands and kowtowed: "Queen, the goddess sent by the god Anu, please save us."
Those who come here are brave enough to shoulder heavy responsibilities and survive in the face of death.
But now it feels good to face so many people kneeling down and worshiping me as a god and savior.
Just as Cheng Qianxun was thinking about what to do next, the big priest came up with two small priests, holding a whole piece of sheepskin in his hands, draped it on her body, and asked her to move to the front of the temple.
When I walked to the front, I saw that the temple was built on a high place, with stairs on both sides, and the high place in the middle looked like a platform.
If I hadn't gone through so much, I would be a little dizzy when I walked to a place that was more than ten meters high.
Under the platform, there were actually more people.
"This is the queen given to us by God," the high priest shouted, and the people below knelt down one after another, lying on the ground and covering their faces with their palms upward.
There was a bright moon above the head and people kneeling below.
For a moment, it felt like a dream.
Almost all women are willing to have such a dream to become a queen in the blink of an eye, and be worshiped and awed by the people.
"Please reprimand the queen and convey God's will."
The high priest held his abdomen with one hand and faced the subjects under the high platform with the other hand, bending humbly towards her.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the night sky full of stars.
The moon hung just to the west in the center, which was about twelve o'clock at midnight.
It will be easy to forget the time in the future.
Zero o'clock in one hundred days will be the time to clear the customs.
He lowered his head, looked at the subjects kneeling on the ground, and spoke loudly.
The voice needs to be loud and clear, otherwise how can people hear it if it is so high?
She shouted loudly: "Go back to bed if you haven't finished reading.
Stay energetic and work tomorrow."
Even the high priest was stunned.
Cheng Qianxun turned around and walked inside.
As he walked towards the temple hall, he said: "Everyone who knows about the work should stay with me, and everyone else who is fine should leave.
I want to know How big is this mess?"
I heard the high priest behind me say loudly: "Did you hear that?
The queen said, go back and rest.
Our queen will hold a meeting overnight to come up with countermeasures to save us from..."
Upon hearing this.
The important ministers and nobles standing in the hall came up one after another and rushed to introduce themselves: "Queen, I am...
I am..."
I can't even hear each name clearly.
She could only stop and wave her arms: "stop" to stop this messy situation.
I looked around at so many people.
I don’t even know what I’m doing, so I’d better come up with a simpler solution: “Who cares about the military?”
"It's your subordinate, Queen."
A guy with bulging muscles and half a head taller than an ordinary person shouted.
Pointing at him, Cheng Qianxun asked: "Tell me, what is the current situation like?"
This guy squeaked and whined: "Queen, I only care about fighting, this situation, this situation..."
He's just a stupid guy who's good at everything but useless.
Cheng Qianxun was about to faint: "I don't even know the situation.
Who is more eloquent and can explain the situation clearly in any battle?"
One wore a calf-length midi skirt.
An old man with a long gray beard stood up and bowed: "Queen, I am your minister.
Please come to the palace.
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There is a sand table there."
This is a temple, it seems to be used only for worship.
So Cheng Qianxun ordered: "Lead the way from the front."
Walking down the high steps, there are many sedans carried by two people under the steps.
Said it was a sedan chair.
In fact, there are some simple "chairs" made of rattan and cloth hanging between two wooden sticks.
It doesn't feel very comfortable to sit on.
It can't be as sedan-like as the Qin Dynasty's large carriage.
After all, this was five thousand years ago.
She frowned slightly: "Is the palace far away?"
"Not far, right there."
The old minister pointed to another mound only about 200 meters away.
On top of the mound was an earthen house slightly smaller than the temple.
"It's just this way."
As soon as she finished speaking, the priest behind her arrived.
"Queen, Queen..."
He panted, holding a metal plate in his hands, with a yellow-orange metal ring inside: "Crown."
This is why the crown is so ugly, it is even cruder than Sun Wukong’s tightening curse.
Forget it, it is still a status symbol and represents divine power.
Cheng Qianxun stretched out his hand, took the metal ring from the plate, and put one hand on his head: "Okay, I won't take the sedan anymore, just walk over."
Then he strode towards the palace.
Of course, other noble ministers did not dare to sit in the sedan chair, and twenty or thirty people followed behind, walking quickly.
Of course, the Royal Palace cannot be compared to the Forbidden City, but to build such a building, you need to pile up soil first and then build it up bit by bit with adobe bricks.
Five thousand years ago, Europeans still lived in trees.
At the beginning of Chinese civilization, being able to build such a tall house was considered very impressive.
So much so that later people even believed that the early technologies of the Sumerians and Egyptians were taught by aliens.
Two guards stood at the door, watching a woman with a different appearance from ordinary people, with a crown on her forehead, leading a group of ministers and nobles to the palace.
Knowing that she was probably the new queen, she quickly knelt down and saluted.
"Not bad, do it well."
Cheng Qianxun encouraged him and continued to rush towards the palace on the stairs.
The palace is the same as the temple, with a central hall and side halls on the left and right.
As expected, there was a sand table in the center of the palace hall, about ten square meters in size, with a map made of soil on it.
There was a city in the middle, and mountains, rivers, and other cities next to it.
"This is my country."
Cheng Qianxun walked to the sand table and felt that it was quite big and spectacular.
"Yes, queen."
The old minister squeezed in and pointed to the palm-sized city in the middle: "This is your territory, Ekash."
At this point, Cheng Qianxun stared and looked around: "What about the ones next to you?"
The old minister pointed to the sand table, pointed out one by one, and said something that made her dizzy: "They are from other countries, Uruna, Urs, Elika and Nippur."
Damn it, Cheng Qianxun almost cursed.
After working on it for a long time, she only had this small place, just such a city, and it was really as big as the palm of her hand.
There are four other countries that are more powerful than her. . .
Just looking at the territory, others' territory is several times larger than ours.
Let's get down to the point, she asked: "How many people are there in the city?"
The old minister replied respectfully: "According to last year's statistics, there were two thousand people."
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Two thousand, two thousand. . .
Could it be that the people gathered in front of the temple are all her people?
The person in charge of the military couldn't help but interjected: "Now we have been besieged by four countries.
They all want to occupy Ekash as a stronghold and then attack other countries.
Queen, what should we do?"
"Yes, what should we do?
What should we do..."
The princes and ministers nearby were discussing anxiously.
Cheng Qianxun's brows furrowed and never relaxed: "How long have we been surrounding you?"
"It's been more than a month."
The old minister replied: "The former king once opened the door to fight, but within two blows, he was wounded with an ax by the king of Nippur, Sagun Akadreggas.
He lasted for two days after he came back.
He died.
Before he died, he said that the god Anu would send a new king.
Unexpectedly, the queen actually appeared on the altar.
What a miracle."
After speaking in a large circle, they all knelt down and praised the gods.
Cheng Qianxun thought about trying religion first: "Well, go and tell those kings.
I am the queen sent by the gods, so stop surrounding me."
The old minister stood up tremblingly: "Maybe not, the patron saints are different and cannot stop them.
Uruna believes in Antu, the wife of the god Anu, Urs believes in the god of war Ningirus, Eli Card is a belief.”
"Okay, okay, I understand."
Cheng Qianxun interrupted impatiently, with a headache.
This Sumerian civilization should believe in many gods, and the gods are all different and not perfect.
He has the nature and temper of a mortal.
Just like Athena, the patron saint of Athens, and Ares, the Greek god of war, this chaotic family often gets jealous and fights, not to mention the countries and city-states under its jurisdiction.
"So how many people did they send?"
Cheng Qianxun counted on.
In ancient times, there were few people, and not many people came to besiege the city.
The old minister replied: "Uruna five thousand, Urs five thousand, Elika six thousand and Nippur four thousand."
There were really not many people there, only 20,000 people in total, which was not even the population of the district where she lived.
But her people totaled only 2,000, not all strong warriors, but also old, young, women and children.
She asked without giving up: "How many troops do I have?"
The military officer said helplessly, even desperately: "Three hundred."
Almost crazy.
Don't expect that all of these 300 people will be at the level of Spartacus' 300 warriors.
It would be a dream to resist any country with 300 troops. not to mention.
There are also four of her teammates who are powerful and have higher IQs than her as commanders.
A few blows of it killed the former king, and she was about to die on the battlefield with just one blow of the axe.
"How many grain reserves are there in the city?"
She also looked at the equally desperate ministers around her with desperate eyes.
If you can't defeat it, then hold on until it lasts for a hundred days.
A minister timidly said: "We mainly do business and trade, we don't plant crops, and most of the food is passed through..."
Cheng Qianxun roared: "To tell the important point, a few days."
The minister trembled with fear and said quickly: "Forty days at most."
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Forty days, sixty days away from one hundred days, not to mention sixty days of hunger, people will eat people in six days.
In sixty days, most people's bones can be used to beat drums, let alone defend the city.
This was the country thrown to her by heaven.
What a good country it was.
A battleground for military strategists, but food was scarce, the country was small, the soldiers were weak, and it was surrounded by enemies on all sides.
I felt powerless and really didn’t know where to start, stalling for time with my strong and ambitious teammates.
Behind the sand table was a staircase made of six grids of soil, with a mat placed at the top.
She walked over feebly and sat down on the mat, holding her chin and frowning.
The other ministers did not dare to speak.
They sat on the straw mats placed on both sides and waited.
From time to time, they looked at the queen sitting on it to see if she had any ideas.
Is there any way to do it?
Unless you are really a god who can spread beans and make soldiers, there is no need to talk about it.
Cheng Qianxun simply lay down, wrapped his eyes in sheepskin and rested.
Before you know it, the night is about to pass.
It was just dawning outside when someone ran in and shouted: "No, no, no, three kings and a prince are shouting outside the city wall, asking us to fight
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