Chapters (60)
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Discover the Series You Can’t Put Down …
- PROLOGUE
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Other Books By
- About the Publisher
‘Except Alexander wasn’t about to let that beat him so easily. He supplemented his dwindling forces with mercenary troops from Greece and Macedonia, holed up in his fort at Alexandria Eschate and got ready for a long war. The fighting got more and more brutal. But it wasn’t the kind of fighting that his armies had ever been used to before. Just like the British, Russian and American invaders of the future this style of war of attrition threw them off balance and soon made their position desperate.’
‘Which is when it starts to get really nasty,’ Ben said.
‘No kidding. As the warlords went on playing their hit-and-run games Alexander went on a full-on rampage, razing towns and cities to the ground everywhere he went, killing everyone in them, sparing nobody. While in the past he’d always treated the subjects of other parts of his empire with at least some respect for their ways and traditions, his feelings against the Afghans turned to hate and he vowed to wipe them out completely, like an act of genocide. Not all of it was about open battle – he also made full use of spies and traitors in the enemy camp. According to one ancient account, the wife of a Bactrian warlord called Spitamenes cut off her husband’s head while he slept and brought it to Alexander as a peace offering.’
‘Remind me never to get married after all,’ Wolf said.
‘Nobody would do that to you, babe,’ Madison replied with a sweet smile. ‘You’re a pussycat next to these guys.’
‘Want a bet?’ Wolf said, stung by the accusation.
‘Anyhow, Alexander wasn’t interested in peace. He became even more cruel and obsessive, hunting down his enemies, burning and slaughtering indiscriminately. It was total war, beyond anything anyone had ever seen before. It didn’t matter if the tribes were hostile or not, he massacred them anyway. Like the “friendly fire” incidents’ – Madison made rabbit ears with her fingers – ‘in modern times when US troops killed groups of Afghan children, and before that the campaigns of bombing villages and destroying farms and crops that the Soviets carried out in the 1980s. Russian soldiers were even ordered to slaughter horses, dogs and cats. The Soviet press labelled the Afghans as bandits, outlaws, insurgents and terrorists, just like Alexander had done, just like we did later on with our so-called war on terror.’
‘This is a really depressing story,’ Wolf said. ‘I thought we were getting a history lesson.’
‘There is no history,’ Madison said. ‘Not in the way people tend to understand it, as something that’s gone and behind us. The record of the past is only there to help us understand what’s happening now, and will go on happening in the future. The end result is always the same.’
‘And the end result for Alexander?’ Ben asked.