The Story of an Ancient King, (Hammurabi)

In very distant ancient times, there was a king whose name was Hammurabi. He was the sixth king of a city-state on the plains of Mesopotania.

This king was originally a figure who preferred to be content with the status quo. I thought that I had finally taken over Lao Tzu's territory, and now I could enjoy a happy life.

But, however, this new king guy is not so useless, he still understands very well that their city-state is in a good piece of braised meat for others.

Although they have not yet been targeted by others, for the sake of their own good life in the future, he still built a large number of civil engineering projects in the twenty years after he took office, leaving his old man to build a higher city wall. What was originally a three-story building is now four stories, and I don't know if it's an illegal building.

He also took pains to renovate and expand some of the monks' temples in the city-state again, which is still understandable, adding small western-style buildings to prevent others from snooping on his privacy, and expanding the monks' temples is of course for political achievements! Otherwise others will certainly gossip about him. He said that he knew that pleasure would not be anything, and it was not as good as his old man.

Until about 1766 BC, one of his neighbors, relatively not very close to his city-state, a fellow, a king of Elam. Invaded the plains of Mesopotamia in order to control important trade routes through the Zagros Mountains.

That is to say, someone else has already hit his doorstep.

Not only that, but even more infuriating was that the king of Elam also colluded with one of his neighbors. A king named Larsa. In front of this Larsa all kinds of fanning the flames to say bad things about him.

In fact, it is to let their two good neighbors pinch each other, and then you can see if you can pick up some cheap when they pinch each other.

Our Lord Hammurabi is so angry! I thought that this was not just a few good days, so I asked someone to calculate it. But there is no way, you can't really fight with that idiot, it's better than others.

So he thought of some ways to finally let his good neighbor understand that others are teaching him to do pyramid schemes, and there will be no good fruit to eat when doing pyramid schemes.

So, when the two people are combined, they can't always ask someone to cheat and go to help the number of people to pay, beat him, and let the guy named Elan have a long memory.

As a result, the two guys really punched the guy named Elan. But it's playing.....!

ay! Our Lord Hammurabi was depressed again. How to drip, the feelings are lao tzu alone, ah, you carry a small bench to sit there and watch the play!

Finally our great right and wise Lord Hammurabi is on fire! This fire is not good.

The guy who had been thinking about enjoying life safely and steadily all day was angry and destroyed his left neighbor.

In 1763 BC, our Lord Hammurabi marched south to conquer Larsa. I thought to myself, who told you to sit on a small bench and bump the melon seeds, watching Lao Tzu's head break and bleed.

More than that. In order to be able to eat and wait for death for a long time, our Lord Hammurabi simply killed his neighbors with a fierce heart. Directly came a two-river basin unification.

Thus, there was an unprecedentedly powerful "Babylonian Kingdom."