Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

Chapter 47: Once the spring breeze

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Helps focused on treating patients and had no time to manage the medical camp and maintain order. Moreover, he is not a person who is good at management, he prefers to study medicine. Therefore, after everything went smoothly, Davos had to let the captain of the guard, Hiros, stay and be temporarily responsible for the management of the medical camp. However, as Davos' confidant, Hiros is steady in his work and has a brain. Davos has the intention to cultivate him into his own strong arm. Being the leader of a small medical care camp is really a bit underpowered, and he can only find it later. suitable position.

Davos returned to his tent, and it was close to dusk.

When he was finally free, he began to review today's battle, analyze his own problems in commanding the battle, and find better ways to deal with it. At the same time, he compared with the military knowledge he had learned in his previous life. This is what he must do every day before going to bed. It is also a method he came up with to consciously improve his military command ability faster. Some people have been engaged in war all their lives and have always been famous generals, while some people can turn war into art at a young age. The most important thing is their attitude towards war.

The last battle allowed Davos to see the limitations of terrain and space on infantry in the age of cold weapons, and the trampling incidents caused by fear, how much damage was done to the dense formation! And today, let him understand the powerlessness of archers against heavily armed hoplites.

What about throwing javelins at heavy infantry? Davos thought: The lethality must be stronger than the bow and arrow. He once had Matonis throw a javelin at the abandoned armor. It can completely penetrate the heavy armor at close range. As for the copper shield, it can also make a hole. Why not do this? The answer is obvious, he does not have powerful javelin soldiers, but the Greek mercenaries have nearly 3,000 light shield soldiers, most of them are Thracians, they are the most powerful light shield soldiers in the Mediterranean, with first-class javelin skills.

He also thought of the javelin used by Roman soldiers later. The front end is very thin, and it bends when it is stuck on the shield, which becomes a burden for the enemy to move, and the shield has to be thrown away, thereby effectively reducing the enemy's defense. He even went a step further: What if Tisafonis also had heavy infantry? After thinking about it, Davos felt that the only way for the Greeks to surrender was to surrender. Because even in the battle of Cannae in the previous life, Hannibal used less to more, and dared to creatively use a thin arc to face the thick Roman army. The most important prerequisite is that his cavalry is much stronger than Rome. Defeat both wings and complete the detour. At this time, the Persian cavalry was dozens of times that of the Greeks...

Davos continued to think while writing down his experiences on the papyrus in Chinese characters. This time, he was thinking about what the Persians would do next from the perspective of Tisafonis...

At this time, someone came in: "Leader Davos, someone is looking for you outside."

"Olivers, it's you! Are you all healed?!" Davos was surprised when he found out about Olivers standing in front of him, but he didn't notice his strange expression.

"Okay, Helps asked me to come back." Olivers explained reluctantly. In fact, he asked to leave. Helps saw that he was fine, and the medical camp received too many wounded soldiers today. So let him go.

"Just recovered from the injury, you should rest more, why did you come to stand guard? Where's Hiros?" Davos asked with concern. As soon as the words came out, he remembered that Hiros was left in the medical camp by him.

Olivers hurried out and led the visitor in.

The visitor wears a flowing heaton, with a shima chun (that is, a cloak) on his head, and loose linen clothes cannot hide his graceful figure.

"Cristoia!" Davers blurted out.

The visitor stretched out his snow-white slender hands and lifted Shima Chun, revealing a beautiful face. She saluted gracefully: "Leader Davos!"

Olivers backed away with a wink.

Davos suddenly remembered that when he was reborn, it was Olivers who said 'Cristoia is as beautiful as Aphrodite'.

Seeing Davos distracted, Cristoia said strangely, "Isn't the leader of Davos welcome to come?"

"Your arrival makes me so happy that I forgot what to say, and your beauty makes my mind lose its thinking!" Davers is a nineteen-year-old body, thirty-five-year-old mind, free words of praise There's a bit of teasing in it.

"Leader Davos, you really know how to talk!" Cristoia smiled and said: "I heard everyone in the baggage camp these days praising your achievements! Mithradat and Al Taozusi, as far as I know, is the outstanding general under Cyrus Jr., and he was defeated by you, which is enough to dispel anyone's doubts about your ability. I congratulate you now, I don't know if it counts. Night?!"

"Your words are worth a thousand words!" Davos said with a smile, "You wouldn't come just for congratulations, would you?"

"I have a request!" Cristoia looked at Davos: "You said 'I can come to you with any request'"

"Of course! Of course! Please say it."

"I want to go to your medical camp!" Cristoia said seriously.

"What?" Davers thought he heard it wrong: "Someone in the medical camp treats you badly?"

"Mercis is very good to me." Christoya paused and considered the language: "But everyone is busy with marching and fighting, and I am the only one who is idle... I have been to medical camps a few times. , I think I can do what those female slaves do, and I can do it better than them!"

"Are you sure you're going to the medical camp? There, you'll see horrific wounds and scarlet blood every day, touch the filthy bodies of soldiers, comfort patients who go mad with pain, and maybe even be harassed by them. …”

Davos wanted to persuade Cristoia to give up his idea, but she looked firm: "I'm not afraid! In fact, you don't know much about the wounded soldiers in your battalion. Not only did they not bully them, but they also treated these former female slaves very well. Always full of gratitude..." Cristoia closed her eyes slightly, as if recalling what she had observed at the time.

Davers watched her, feeling like a woman in a modern society trying to do something meaningful to prove her existence.

"Okay, I agree."

"Really?!" Cristoia's eyes widened in disbelief. The city-states of Greece are actually very conservative with their citizens. They are under the control of their fathers before marriage, their husbands after marriage, and their sons when they are old. Cristoia was insecure in her heart, afraid that she would be abandoned by the mercenaries if she had nothing to do, and envied the respect that the female slaves in the medical camp received. Through her contact with Davos, she found that the young leader was different. So I tried to make a request, but I didn't expect to get an answer so quickly.

In fact, for Davos, he did not know much about the traditional customs of Greece. On the contrary, he had long been accustomed to the concept of equality between men and women in modern society. There were originally women in the hospital. At first, he opposed it because he was worried that Cristoia's beauty would cause trouble.

"Really!" Davos said seriously.

Cristoia hurried towards him with an excited look on her face, and he involuntarily stretched out his back and embraced her with a delicate fragrance in his arms. At that moment, Tianlei stirred the fire...

"Olivers, if you don't stand guard well, what are you listening to while lying beside the tent?! This is against military regulations and will be kicked out of the barracks!" Georgris, who came to change the guard, shouted anxiously.

"Shh!" Olivers made a silent gesture and whispered mysteriously: "Come and listen, the battle is fierce inside!"

"Battle situation?" Gilgris was a little confused.

Olivers pulled him over, and then he heard bloody groans from the tent, as well as blushing whispers...

"The spring of Davos is here!" Olivers' face was full of envy: "This guy is really blessed by the gods, and he is actually on good terms with the most beautiful woman in our entire team..."