In the morning, it was decided that the army would launch an attack on the Greeks and drive them into the sea. If that failed, they would retreat back to the safety of the city walls.

"Don't worry," Agnus said to the somewhat nervous Achilles, "If you fall, you will be reborn anyway. And in your own time. Think of this as a visit." But Achilles was not very encouraged. Although he knew that the real Achilles was a fierce warrior, he still intended to stay in the rear.

The attack was launched from two gates so that the Greeks would be caught in a pincer movement. They were indeed taken by surprise by the stream of warriors rushing at them from the open gates. But the commanders Odysseus, Menelaus, Achilles, and Agamemnon rallied their soldiers and prepared to defend themselves. Immediately afterwards, the armies clashed violently. Metal clanged against metal, and the cries of the wounded and dying rang out. Hector fought like a lion, cutting off heads and piercing the bodies of the Greeks with his sword, skillfully blocking attacks with his shield, and the defense of the left wing faltered. The attack was too fierce and, above all, unexpected. The Greeks began to retreat, and that was their salvation. As soon as they left their camp, most of the Trojans stopped fighting and began looting. The Greeks' tents were full of food, various necessities, but also concubines, the constant companions of every army. They were mostly slaves who had previously been at the mercy of the Greeks, but now had to be at the mercy of the Trojans. The Trojans eagerly pounced on them and took turns on them in whole groups. The girls moaned and groaned under the rough thrusts of the conquerors and patiently endured their fate. During their retreat, the soldiers took them with them to the city, filling the local brothels with new "merchandise."

The Greeks on the right side defended themselves, and in a fierce battle, Achilles managed to kill Hector. Despite being shielded, Achilles moved quickly and slashed Hector across the back. Hector staggered and dropped his shield. Agnus, fighting alongside him, tried to help him and pull him out of the fight, but a Greek warrior stabbed him in the body with a spear, and Achilles immediately pierced Hector's body with his sword. Both men died together. Achilles did not see this scene and only learned of their deaths after returning to the city. Many warriors fell that day, so both sides agreed to a two-day truce.

Achilles felt lonely. Agnus, alias Homer, still had a lot to explain to him, but he was dead. He had been here for six months, looking for a time machine to return to his own time, and now he was dead. Oh well, in a few hundred years he would be born and write the Iliad just as the whole world knows it.

At the military council, another attack was rejected, and a waiting period began. Achilles received his pay and spent his days mostly in brothels and wandering around the city.

THE FINAL ACT

At the end of the third month of the siege, a strange thing happened. The Greeks disappeared, leaving behind a giant wooden model of a horse on the shore with a message saying that it was a gift to the Trojans for their brave defense. Achilles knew what was going on, but he kept quiet and watched the enthusiastic inhabitants drag the horse into the city.

When night fell, he couldn't resist sneaking up and pressing his ear against the wall. Of course, he heard faint voices. The Greeks were hiding inside. The Iliad was right about that. He pondered whether to change history and save Troy, but decided it was too tricky and chose to leave it alone and set out to spend the rest of his money on Helen.

As soon as he entered the room, he threw her onto the bed, tore her clothes off, and immediately penetrated her violently. Helen managed to react when he was already buried deep inside her. "Oh... my God... what... are you... doing?" she sighed in surprise, but with pleasure. "I have a feeling that tonight our paths will part, and I want to enjoy you one last time!" Achilles replied, ravaging her hard with sharp, deep thrusts. "Oh... yes... do... it... to... me... ooooh... God... hard... I... love... it... oooh," she gasped between thrusts, her legs spread wide to allow him to penetrate her as deeply as possible. When he lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders, she screamed, partly in pain. "Oh...you're...really...deep...it...almost...hurts," she whimpered, but at the same time waves of pleasure washed over her.

In the doggy style position, she turned into a real beast. She screamed loudly, moaned and groaned, thrusting herself at him violently and wanting more and more. During her orgasm, his cock continued to fuck her mercilessly and rhythmically, bringing her to new and new climaxes until she was completely exhausted. In the end, Achilles knocked her onto her back, lay on top of her, pressed his lips passionately to hers, squeezed her breasts painfully in his hands, thrust violently, and released his seed. Powerful spurts filled her womb to the brim, and the rest then trickled out of her engorged and fucked-up vagina.

That night, Achilles made love to her so wildly and passionately that she lay there like a rag doll, incapable of anything. She just stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling the fading flashes of orgasm and pleasure that he had given her in abundance.

It was after midnight when Achilles appeared at the edge of the square and waited for what was to come. He did not wait long, and suddenly the side of the horse was lifted and a group of Greeks armed only with swords jumped out. Quietly and inconspicuously, they made their way to the gate, with Achilles following at a distance.

A short battle ensued at the gate, ending in the death of the defenders, and then the gate began to open with a creak. The doors swung open, and in an instant, the lurking Greek army poured into sleeping Troy like a mighty river.

The first defenders did not notice the attack until they reached the main square and immediately sounded the alarm, but it was already too late. The sleepy inhabitants ran out into the streets and most of them were immediately stabbed with swords, and then the attackers broke into their homes. Soldiers from the barracks immediately lined up to defend the royal palace, while hell broke loose in the city. The frenzied Greeks began a cycle of violence and looting. Anyone who did not defend themselves and simply cowered in a corner was killed without mercy. The inhabitants fled desperately in all directions, but there seemed to be no escape. The Trojan army finally broke into the city in an attempt to clear the way for the inhabitants to enter the palace, but they did not achieve much. The Greeks were hot on the heels of the desperately fleeing inhabitants, and it was necessary to close the passage.

Achilles, hidden in a dark corner between the houses, watched the raging Greeks dragging screaming women through the streets, dragging them into houses and raping them in groups. Eventually, they came out with bundles of loot, while the women did not reappear. He found them in one house, lying in torn clothes, legs spread apart, sperm from their rapists flowing from their laps. They were alive, but the suffering they had endured left them unable to move.

Achilles managed to get through the narrow passages and alleys to the palace defenses and recounted what he had seen with horror in his eyes. This encouraged the men to even greater hatred, and it was certain that the defensive wall would surely hold. The main street was filled with wildly shouting attackers who surged against the assembled troops. When the armies collided, a massacre ensued. The Trojans, aware of their desperate situation, fought literally for their lives, while the Greeks fought in their desire to subdue the proud city that had resisted them for so long and enslave its inhabitants.

The commander of the defense, Petrocles, went to see King Priam. "Your Majesty. The defense will not hold much longer. This is the last chance to leave the palace. But we must act quickly!" The king nodded and summoned all those who would leave: himself, his son Paris, the family of the fallen Hector, and a few loyal servants.

MEANWHILE IN THE CITY...

The man just gasped and froze in a death spasm. Helen crawled out from under the body and pulled the dagger from his back. "I'll need it yet," she said, as if explaining herself to the dead naked body of the Greek warrior who, along with many others, had occupied the brothel and enjoyed its inexhaustible offerings for free. This man had won Helen by lot, but instead of physical pleasure, he had received a fatal stab during the act.

Helen left her chamber through a secret exit and slipped through the turmoil of the conquered city to the palace, where she knew every alley and secret passage. When she was still the concubine of King Priam and Prince Hector, she certainly did not waste any time and stored all her discoveries in her memory so that she could use them when the time came. As soon as she heard the news that the king and his family were safe and on their way out of the city, she knew exactly where they were.

BACK IN THE PALACE...

Helena ran through the garden and climbed into the thick thorny bushes by the wall of the royal palace. There was a secret exit to the garden hidden there. In the alcove, there was a flint and a torch, so, equipped with light, she hurried further down the corridor. As soon as she came to a door, she opened it very carefully. There was a staircase leading from the palace under the walls, beyond the city, and this was surely the route the royal family would take to escape. Helena listened, but heard nothing except the beating of her own heart. But then! She heard the sound of voices coming from the palace. She hid back in the corridor, waited, and clutched the dagger in her hand. The noise was getting closer. Then she heard voices. "Please hurry, Your Highness."

As soon as the group had passed, Helena followed them. The corridor was narrow, and they all had to walk one behind the other. Helena covered the mouth of the last one in line and thrust the dagger between his ribs. The figure slumped silently, without a sound. It was some kind of slave servant, and Helena just took her cloak and hurried after the others. The corridor really did lead them out of the city, where a hidden exit was concealed among a cluster of large boulders. Everyone looked emotionally at the city lit up by the rising fires, where the final act of the drama was taking place.

Helena stepped before King Priam and uncovered her face. He froze in surprise. "For myself and all the people of Kallithea," Helen cried, and plunged a dagger straight into his heart before anyone could stop her. Only then did she fall dead under the swords of the king's bodyguards.

King Priam was dead, and Paris wept like a little child. "Father! I... told you that... that Kallithea whore would bring us ruin!" "What are you talking about?" Minea, Hector's widow, snapped at him. "King Menelaus sent us this whore as a gift. She was his most precious concubine." "That's not true," Paris objected, stopping his whining. "Hector kidnapped her! Against her will! The whole crew had their fun with her on the ship, and then he kept her as our father's personal concubine until he grew tired of her. That's why the Greeks are here!" "Because of my husband's concubine?" Minea replied sarcastically. "It's more of an excuse. She was a royal princess. When my father plundered Kallithea, the royal family went into hiding somewhere. But then the Greeks came, and Helen, as a precious trophy, was given to Menelaus. He had her as his mistress, on the one hand, and as a means of negotiating with her homeland, on the other. Kallithea then served the Greeks as a vassal province and paid them annual tribute. Now that they have lost Helen, Kallithea would belong to us, and the Greeks cannot allow that! Now it doesn't matter anyway!"

Everyone listened in amazement to the tangled web of events that had led to the city's fall. When they buried Helen and Priam in a common grave, Minea took command and announced that she was appointing Paris as her new husband in place of her dead brother, and the group set off on a march into the unknown.

END OF THE DEFENSE

The final battle now took place directly in the individual rooms of the palace, and the attackers swarmed like locusts, throwing themselves at anything of value. The slave girls also fled in vain from their greedy hands, screaming, and more than one sighed under their thrusting, horny tails.

Achilles made his way to the cellar, where the soldier Sifonnos whispered to him. "All is lost anyway, it's time to think of ourselves. The royal treasure is stored here. Let's take what we can carry and disappear." Achilles nodded, for the soul of an archaeologist manifested itself in him once again, and they ran down the dark corridor. The doors to the treasury were already open, and the looting was in full swing. Before the Greeks arrived, everyone tried to grab something from the stored valuables for themselves.

Achilles stood there in awe. He saw with his own eyes the legendary treasure of Priam, which he had searched for so diligently in the ruins of Troy. Now he understood why he had found nothing. It had simply been stolen. But now he had a unique opportunity to see chests of gold, piles of jewelry, vases, and statues. All of this was still here, but soon it would be gone. In the end, he too succumbed to the lure of gold, grabbed what he could carry, and rushed outside to slip away from the city through the turmoil of battle. He was already upstairs when a soldier bumped into him. "Move, brother!" Achilles tried to grab hold of something, but his hand grasped at thin air and he fell backwards onto the stairs, and the world went dark.

When he opened his eyes, a beautiful girl was leaning over him. "Helen, you survived?" Achilles said, realizing he was speaking German. "This is not Helen, but Alya. You are still delirious. Well, after that blow to the head, it's no wonder," said a voice, and Ralf Hoeppner, the doctor of his archaeological team, appeared before his eyes. "I... I'm not there... I'm here," Heinrich slowly realized the state of affairs. Yes, he was back in his own world.

"Yes, you're here, and you're lucky we found you in time. The sun would have baked you as you lay there unconscious," Ralf stated. "I had a terrible dream," sighed Heinrich, feeling the bandage on his head. "Hmm. It's all very strange. You had a bump on the back of your head, as if you had fallen backwards and hit something, but there's nothing like that around here. There's just a collapsed staircase leading underground, we haven't uncovered it yet," Ralf mused, and Heinrich just sighed quietly. "We're not going to dig around there, there's nothing there anyway."