Kryander finally agreed to the mercenary's request to enter the city with weapons. Davos's reason for letting the soldiers wrap the weapons in cloth was not the main reason. The half-talent silver that Burkes gave Kriander was the key to opening the city gate. . After Davos knew the truth, he had to sigh: the simple Spartans also began to accept bribes!
In the early morning of the next day, the leaders, officers and soldiers of the mercenary camps all came to see off the team that was about to travel.
As comrades who have been fighting together for a year in the predicament, not only the soldiers, but also the officers and leaders of the team have offered their sincere blessings. Even Timasong, who did not like Davos at first, also gave He gave Davos a strong hug: "If I were a few years younger, I would also go to Great Greece with you."
"You're not old now." Davos laughed.
Tima Song pointed to his chest: "I'm getting old here, I just want to go home! Anyway, I hope you come back alive! And—" Tima Song took a deep breath and whispered, "Thank you for your great help to us. , if it wasn't for you, we would have killed more people!"
"This is the result of our joint efforts! It is my honor to fight with you!" Davos said modestly.
"It should be said that it is my honor. May Zeus bless you with everything going well!" Timasson said sincerely.
"You too! Hope we can meet again!" Davers waved goodbye to him.
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After Timasson, Krianno, Zantiparis and the others led the soldiers to retreat a few hundred meters, the Byzantine city gate opened, and Davos led his army into the Byzantine city.
Zantiparis sighed: "Time flies so fast, it's finally time to part! The scene where Davos was elected leader and gave a speech seems to have happened yesterday!"
Zantiparis' words caused sentimentality among several leaders: after more than half a year of fighting side by side, they finally started to go their separate ways.
Several people silently looked at the Byzantine city from afar until the city gate was closed.
At this time, the messenger Thormid said: "Do you think that Davos is really the favored one of Hades?"
"If not, then he is a very capable leader. But a capable leader, and he is so young, have you met before?" Timasson asked back, he would rather admit that Davos is a favored one, not Too willing to admit in person that Davos is indeed more capable than them.
Crianno and Zantiparis shook their heads.
"I think when Kerisopes knows that Davos has gone to Great Greece, he will probably be very regretful. Some time ago, you all saw that Kerisopes obviously wanted Davos to be the VIP of Sparta, Before he left, Anaxis took care of him. Unfortunately, Anaxis underestimated this young man, and Davos would rather go to Greater Greece than to go to Sparta." Krianno Said happily.
"No one likes Sparta, they are too domineering!" Tima Song's words resonated with everyone.
"But why did Hieronymus choose to go to Greater Greece?" asked Thormid.
"It's not that Athenian yet!" Timasson raised his eyebrows: "The soldiers re-elected the leader at Sinobo, but Hieronymus lost his position as leader, and instead let the joker Serophon sit. Go up. Maybe he wants to get away from here and go to Greater Greece to prove himself."
"It's good not to be the leader, at least there's not so much to worry about. However, soon we can go home easily!" Zantiparis said, which also caused several other people to sigh.
Perhaps realizing that there was not much time for the next meeting, the four of them solemnly saluted, then turned their horses and galloped towards their respective military camps.
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Spartan soldiers were heavily armed on both sides of the street, and under the watchful eye of their bright stab guns, Davos' troops marched toward the port.
The mercenaries tried their best not to look at the Spartan soldiers on both sides of the street and the Byzantine people behind them. They looked straight ahead and moved forward in a neither humble nor arrogant manner.
"Damn mercenary, get out of here!" A Byzantine suddenly roared, throwing a rotten date palm at Davos, who was at the forefront, breaking the previous calm.
"Get out of Byzantium!"
"robber!"
"Thief!"
"The gods will punish you and make you die!"
…
The Byzantine people cursed and threw debris at the mercenaries walking in the middle of the road.
Although Davos had anticipated it in advance and warned the mercenaries. At this moment, he felt the danger, covered his head with one hand, and shouted anxiously: "Assis, lead your messengers, go and tell every team officer that you must strictly control your soldiers and not let them escape. team!"
Davos's order came very timely, and some of the newly joined mercenaries became angry. If it wasn't for the heavily armed Spartans on the roadside, it was estimated that they would have rushed up and fought with the Byzantine people.
The officers ran up and down to stop them from making mistakes. And Davers also ordered at the right time: "The whole army runs forward!"
…
Kleander stood on the roof deck of the mansion, looking down at the mercenaries passing by the street, and seeing that these sloppy and undisciplined mercenaries were able to restrain themselves and did not conflict with the Byzantine people, made him prepare a plan to collect the weapons of the mercenaries. It was a surprise when it fell out.
"Who is the leader of this mercenary?" he asked casually.
"It seems to be called... Davos." The adjutant thought for a while and replied.
Davers? Kryander felt that the name was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it: "The mercenaries he led are not bad."
"Sir, do you want to stop them?"
"Forget it." Kleinde waved his hand. He took bribes from the Turii merchants. The reason why he designed this small conspiracy was that in the event of a conflict, the weapons of the mercenaries could be collected logically in order to block Keep your subordinate's mouth shut.
The mercenaries were humiliated, endured their anger, and speeded up their march, wishing they could reach the port in just a few steps.
When the mercenaries and slave women boarded the ship separately, everything was arranged properly, and after the fleet of fifty-seven merchant ships left the Byzantine port, the soldiers began to curse, even the good-tempered Asisters. Can't help shouting: "Byzantines, one day - one day I will repay this humiliation!"
Davos ignored how the soldiers vented their anger. He stood quietly at the stern, watching the Byzantine city disappear below the horizon...
The fleet entered the Sea of Marmara, then turned south, and was intercepted by a dozen Spartan warships oncoming halfway.
Burkes had to let his ship pass by, and personally boarded the Spartan flagship, begging the Spartans to let go.
After a while, he asked his men to carry a large box to the warship.
After waiting for about an hour, he and his men returned to the boat. He let out a long breath and gave the order: "It's time to go."
"What's going on?" Davos asked curiously.
"The Spartans now control this strait, and any large fleet passing through here will be subject to his interrogation, especially since I hired you from Byzantium." Bulcos took the water glass handed over by his men and said.
"Why is that?" Davers was even more curious.
"Ever since Sparta defeated Athens and took control of the Aegean Sea, there was a rule, 'Any city-state that wants to hire soldiers within Sparta's sphere of influence must get their permission.' And Byzantium is now occupied by Sparta, of course. It belongs to the sphere of influence of Sparta. In the Greater Greece area, only Dionysius of Syracuse received permission from Sparta to hire soldiers in Sparta for a long time, or even in the mainland."
"Dionysius?"
"A tyrant and dictator of Syracuse!" Burkes said in disgust, obviously not impressed with him, but Davos remembered the name.
"Fortunately, the situation is special this time. I persuaded the Spartan Council of Elders to issue a certificate that I can hire." Burkes took a sip of water and sighed: "Even so, I have to spend another half Taranto. Go and clear it up. Alas... how come the Spartan generals are so greedy now!"
He looked at Davos and said, "I hope you will use your next performance on the battlefield to prove that my expense is worth it!"
"You will see it!" Davos said seriously.
At this time, someone on the opposite warship shouted: "Davos! Davos!"
Note: By this chapter, Davos's story in Persia has really come to an end. Does he still interact with mercenary leaders such as Timasson and Crianno, as well as the Persian governors Tisafonis and Ojuntas
We will wait and see…