[ WP ] You go back 2000 years with a pistol and one full clip . How do you take over the world ?

Bright flash, ringing in my ears, 3 more colored flashes: red, blue, green. it's all blurry, my head hurts, very hot, super hot. 
 
 
 
 I wake up somewhere in a forest, must have been hit by a German shell, or a V2. I have lost my SVD, all my provisions, compass and my spotter. Okay, F1 Frag, broken scope, spoon. Thank god I clutched onto my PPSH, the stupid thing got its belt charred by something and fell off, now i have to carry the bloody thing in one hand. 
 
 
 
 Having walked for 3 days, eating moss and drinking piss, i just wanted to shoot myself, for all I have 71 bullets, but then some German will have 70 left to kill my brothers! Day 4, there is a small village, very primitive, my spare cracked SVD scope can barely make out what they are wearing. Look like ethnic Bulgarians, lots of furs, don ’ t look like Germans, so i might as well try to join them. 
 
 
 
 Barely walking, limp to the far side of their base, and start slowly walking. Suddenly a large horn is sounded and a group of 5 people with shields and axes approach me. All I can make out they are speaking some dialect of Bulgarian/Greek. I studied both those languages but seems they are speaking ancient Greek. 
 
 
 
 Kali mera ( good day ) - I say, 
 Filos ( friend ) - and i point at myself 
 Ego eimai, filos, felo fai ( i am friend, i want food ) 
 
 
 
 They seem to more or less understand me, but can see that i don ’ t know their language. 
 
 Suddenly a sharp blow to the back, cold, so cold, stupid fascists. I grab the attacker and fling him over. Grab my PPsh and execute him, with 1 shot to the head. The `` army of 5'' is dumbfounded, they charge me, I spray and prey! they are all dead; must have wasted 30 shots, more or less, 40 to go. 
 
 Sharp pain, AN ARROW, where the hell did they get an arrow from? did i encounter a Cyka Spec Ops team? 
 3 more arrows hit me, the pain! i fall to the ground, flat on my back, I pull the clip, take out 1 bullet and rearm the PPsh. 
 
 A raid party of 10 charge me, I break hell on them. Click, click, click.... that ’ s it. 
 Only 1 made it to me. Kicked my gun away, and pointed his sword to my throat. 
 
 A man, in purple linen and grey furs approaches my and states something close to Greek, but i can ’ t make anything out, besides 
 Skotoses deka apo tous kaliterous ( killed 10 of my best ) 
 
 Bleeding out, so much pain, i pull the pin on the F1 and give it to the man with a giant smile on my face speaking `` Filos'' - Doro ( Firend - Gift ) he takes it out of my hand. 
 
 Слава Отечеству were my last words, but he never heard them, neither did I. 

