Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 10: Menon

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The next day, as soon as the sky fell, the army was urged to go.

Menon bid farewell to Alireus and hurried back to lead his troops. While riding his horse to the end of the "long dragon" of the Greek mercenaries, he cursed Klarcus and the others in his heart. He believes that letting his troops serve as a guard is because these mercenary leaders hate him for his close relationship with the Persians and persecute him.

At the same time, he noticed that the soldiers marching were tired and complaining. It turned out that because of the march last night, the rest time was too short, and the Persians had to guard against sneak attacks. Basically, they were lying on the ground. Early in the morning, the soldiers had to go on their way again, and the soldiers quickly became tired and hungry. However, the various camps were unable to produce more food, which made the morale of the soldiers low.

Menon thought: The food situation in other military camps is so bad, wouldn't the subordinates who have been oppressed because of their absence in the past two days be even more miserable! He was afraid of the soldiers making trouble, and rushed the horse all the way, until he saw many familiar faces before slowing down.

As a result, he was surprised to find that, unlike what he had imagined, these soldiers were in a good mental state, and many soldiers were chewing on a string of dark things hanging on their chests as they walked. So he was curious to call a team officer to ask.

"This is called smoked sausage. It can fill your stomach and won't go bad after a few days." The team official pointed to the thing on his chest and said.

Meinon cut off a small piece and tasted it. Although it was a bit dry, the taste was okay. Seeing soldiers in other military camps starving, but his own soldiers were full, his mood became cheerful: "This...smoked...Melsis made sausages?"

"No. It's Davers-a ‘favorite’!"

"The Favored?" Menon asked about the situation curiously. After listening to the team officer, his face became gloomy, and he immediately noticed that some soldiers had indeed taken two more javelins.

"Where is this Daves?"

"The company he's in has been sent to the **** camp." The team officer obviously didn't look at his wink, and asked with a little excitement: "Are you going to see him?"

The look of the team officer dispelled Menon: It's just a dirt boy from the small village of Thessaly. Is it worth the fuss? Hurrying to see a soldier is completely inconsistent with his identity, and now he is marching, there will be time for him to see him in the future.

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From early morning to morning, and then to the afternoon, the troops have been marching without rest.

Daves felt like his legs were filled with lead. Every step was difficult, and his throat was so hot that his shields, stabbing guns, and javelins became a burden. In the morning, he could still talk and laugh with his companions. Now he feels that opening his mouth is a waste of his little physical strength, but he clenched his teeth and persisted, because the surrounding companions were also marching silently.

Finally, the troops stopped. The news from the front made them nervous again, who had just breathed a sigh of relief: they found the Cavalry of the Persians!

Soon there was news: it was not a cavalry, it was a pack animal of the Persian army grazing.

The team continues to march.

The sky was getting dark, and not long after walking, Daves saw dense smoke rising in the distance.

Silos told him: "That must be the camp of the Persian army."

However, the team is still advancing, without any precautions or avoidance.

It's getting late and there is no moonlight. Soldiers rely on torches to advance, and marching becomes more difficult.

Finally, an order came from the front: camp and rest on the spot.

The terrain here is flat, with few trees, and it is impossible to direct the construction of camps in the dark. At the same time, because of the Persian army nearby, they were worried about being attacked. The soldiers chanted the names of their friends, and gathered together to find a way to camp. The same exhausted team officers couldn't control the order, and the entire guards shouted in a mess, like a boiling cauldron, making huge noises. Many pack animals in the heavy camp were frightened and ran around in terror, hurting many people. The screams made the troops more panic, and they were in danger of collapse at any time.

At a critical moment, Klarkus dispatched the only cavalry squad among the Greek mercenaries, all armed with torches, rushed to the rear guard, announcing Klarkus’s order loudly, asking the soldiers to keep quiet, and at the same time order The bargaining camp is optimistic about livestock and will punish anyone who releases pack animals. After taking away a few soldiers who made trouble due to fear, the troops gradually returned to silence.

Only Menon found the leader of the cavalry-Tolmeide, known as the "Best Herald".

"How did Clearkus command the army march! Almost there was a camp scream! I was gone for a day, and things became so bad! He is not worthy to command the whole army!..." Menon took the opportunity to demean Klee Arkus.

Tolmeide said nothing interestingly.

"Where is he now?"

Tolmeide hesitated for a moment: "...in the vanguard."

Menon sensed his hesitation and immediately asked: "Is there no campsite like us?"

Tormid had to tell the truth: "The avant-garde lives in the village... Menon, it's a special time now--"

Mennon sneered and interrupted his words: "This is the so-called fair and just Clearcus?! Living in a warm house, let us sleep on the cold and humid ground!!" Menon also understood that it is not suitable at this moment. Go to irritate the soldiers again, but he still can't help but roar.

Fortunately, the surrounding soldiers were already exhausted after the previous tossing. After a few curses, they all fell asleep on the ground.

"Mennon! Menon!..." At this moment, someone shouted.

It's Merses! Menon hurriedly led him over: "How is your place? Are there any losses?" The heavy camp is where he cares most, because his belongings are all there, and only when he has money, he has soldiers.

"No!" Melsis's fat face showed a triumphant smile: "We formed a big circle around the truck, and tied the pack animal to the car. Everyone sleeps in it, it's safe!"

"Aren't the animals kicking and barking?" Tolmid asked curiously, most of the barracks he had seen before were chaotic.

"Davos asked me to blindfold these animals, and they turned out to be very obedient!" Melses said excitedly.

It's that Davers again! Menon frowned.

"Mennon, this little guy is very clever! Simply assign him to the bargaining camp, then I will be more relaxed." Melses requested.

"I'll talk about it later." Menon said lightly. The heavy camp is his foundation. Merses has relatives with him, and he is good at financial management and management, and he has no ambitions, so he dares to use it with confidence. Let a stranger into the barracks, and still a smart stranger, what if you discover his secret?

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In the early morning of the second day, the messenger woke Menon and informed him: The king’s messenger is here, and the leaders asked him to come and discuss.

Menon mounted his horse and galloped towards the mercenary barracks in the forefront. He never saw the shadow of the Persian barracks in his field of vision. It turned out that the huge noise of the mercenaries last night scared the Persians, and they retreated the camp ten miles overnight.

When the military was about to discuss the big tent, Menon saw that there were four heavy infantry brigades full of men in front of the camp, standing in line. He walked into the big tent suspiciously, and saw several chiefs such as Clearkus, Proxinus, Achilles, Socrates (not the philosopher in Athens), Sosis, etc. were already waiting in the tent, the same All are heavily armed.

Seeing Clearkus, Menon snorted and sneered: "It seems that you all had a good night, but my soldiers are poorer and slept on the damp ground for one night!"

As a Spartan, Clearkus was straightforward and stubborn. He also couldn't understand Menon and didn't want to talk to him more.

Achilles chuckled: "Oh, when did Menon start to care about soldiers too?!"

Proxinus hurriedly came out: "Menon, listening to Tolmeid said that there was no accident in your camp last night. It's amazing! Give us some experience, too."

"More than a heavy camp! Menon's soldiers also made something... called smoked sausage. As a result, everyone was starving, but his soldiers filled their stomachs with this thing!" Said to others at the bottom. His troops are just ahead of Meron's team in the marching column, so they understand the situation better.

"Menon, tell us about these experiences in your camp." Sosis and the other leaders’ requests made Melon feel a little ecstatic, and he couldn’t help saying: "Even if I arrange the environment No matter how difficult it is, I can still figure out a solution. So it’s not a good leader to fight wars!"

"Okay... let the messenger of the Persian king come in. Let's listen together. What new proposal does the king have?" Klarkus interrupted Menon's show off.

The leaders began to tremble, and Menon closed his mouth helplessly.