Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 45: Spring breeze once
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Helps focuses on treating patients and has 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 medical skills. Therefore, after everything went smoothly, Daves had to let the captain of the guard Hilos stay and temporarily take charge of the management of the medical camp. However, Hiros, as Daves’ confidant, is prudent and intelligent. Daves has the heart to train him into his own powerful arm. As the head of a small medical care camp, he is really a little talented and can only look for it later. Suitable position.
Daves returned to his big tent, which was already close to dusk.
Finally when he was free, he began to look back on today’s battle, analyze his own problems in commanding operations, and look for better coping methods; at the same time, he contrasted with the military knowledge he had learned in his previous life. This is his daily sleep The homework he must do before is also a method he has come up with to consciously improve his military command ability quickly. Some people have been engaged in war all their lives and are always mediocre, while some people can turn war into art at a young age. The most important thing is the attitude towards war.
The last battle allowed Daves to see the limitations of terrain and space on infantry in the Cold Weapon Era, trampling incidents caused by fear, and how much damage to the dense formation! Today, let him understand the powerlessness of archers against heavily armed heavy infantry.
What if throwing a javelin at a heavy infantry? Daves thought: The lethality is definitely stronger than the bow and arrow. He once asked Matonis to throw a javelin at the abandoned armor, and he could penetrate the heavy armor at close range. As for the copper shield, it can also pierce a hole, so Tissafunis Why not do this? The answer is obvious. He doesn't have powerful javelin soldiers, while the Greek mercenaries have nearly 3,000 light shield soldiers, most of them 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 was very thin, and it was bent when it was stuck on the shield. It became a burden when the enemy moved, and he had to throw away the shield, thus effectively reducing the enemy's defense. He even went further: What if Tisafonis also had heavy infantry? After thinking about it, Daves felt that the Greeks had only one way to surrender. Because even in the Battle of Canney in the previous life, Hannibal dared to face Rome’s thick army with a thin arc-shaped front with less to more, and the most important prerequisite was that his cavalry was much stronger than Rome. Defeat the two wings and complete the roundabout encirclement. At this time, the Persian cavalry was dozens of times the Greek...
Daves kept thinking while writing down his experience and experience on papyrus with Chinese characters. This time, he was thinking about what the Persians would do next from the perspective of Tisafonis...
At this moment someone came in: "Chief Daves, someone is looking for you outside."
"Olivers, it's you! Your injury is all right?!" When Davers found out about Olivers standing in front of him, he was surprised and didn't notice his weird look.
"Okay, Helps asked me to come back." Olivers explained reluctantly. In fact, he asked to leave. Helps saw that there was nothing wrong with him. In addition, the medical camp accepted too much today. The wounded soldier, so he let him go.
"I just recovered from my injury, so I should rest more. Why did you come to stand guard? What about Hilos?" Daves asked with concern. As soon as he uttered the words, he remembered that Hilos had been left in the medical camp.
Olivers hurried out and led the visitors in.
The visitor wore elegant Heaton, and his head was covered with Sima Chun (that is, a cloak). The loose linen clothes could not hide his graceful figure.
"Christoia!" Daves blurted out.
The visitor stretched out her slender hands, opened Ximachun, revealing her beautiful face. She gracefully saluted: "Chief Daves!"
Olivers winked out and walked out.
Davos suddenly remembered that when he was reborn, Olivers said, ‘Christoia is as beautiful as Aphrodite’.
Kristia saw Davers distracted, and said strangely: "Daves chief does not welcome me?"
"Your arrival made me so happy that I forgot what to say, and your beauty made my mind lose its thinking!" Daves is a nineteen-year-old body and a thirty-five-year-old mind. There is a bit of teasing in the casual compliment.
"Chief Davos, you can really talk!" Kristia smiled and said: "I have heard everyone praising your achievements in the bargaining camp these days! Mitrada Te and Altauzus, as far as I know, are the outstanding generals under Cyrus. They were defeated by you, enough to dispel anyone’s doubts about your ability. I now congratulate you, I don’t know. Is it too late?!"
"A word of yours is worth a thousand words of others!" Daves smiled: "You won't come just to congratulate you."
"I have a request!" Christia looked at Daves: "You said, ‘I can come to you with any request’"
"Of course! Of course! Tell me, please."
"I want to go to your medical camp!" Kristia said seriously.
"What?" Daves thought he had heard it wrong: "Someone in the medical camp treats you badly?"
"Mersis is very good to me." Kristonia paused, considering her words: "But everyone is busy marching and fighting, I'm the only one idle...I've been In several medical camps, I think I can do what the female slaves did, and I can do better than them!"
"Are you sure you want to go to the medical camp? There, you will see terrible wounds and scarlet blood every day, touch the dirty and smelly bodies of soldiers, and comfort patients who have gone mad from the pain, and may even be affected. Their harassment..."
Daves wanted to persuade Christia 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 camp. Not only did they not bully them, but they were The former slave girl has always been grateful..." Kristoya closed her eyes slightly, as if she was recalling what she had observed at the time.
Davers stared at her, feeling like she was facing a modern society woman trying to do something meaningful to prove her existence.
"Well, I agree."
"Really?!" Christia's eyes widened in disbelief. The city-states in Greece are actually very conservative with regard to citizen women. They are under the control of their fathers before marriage, their husbands after marriage, and their sons when they are old. They basically have no freedom of their own (except for civilian women and women, of course). Kristia lacks a sense of security in her heart. She is afraid that she will be abandoned by mercenaries if she has nothing to do. She also envied the respect received by the female slaves in the medical camp. Through contact with Davers, she found that this young leader is different. So I tried to make a request, but I didn't expect it to be agreed so quickly.
Actually, as far as Daves is concerned, he doesn't know much about traditional Greek customs. On the contrary, he has long been accustomed to the concept of equality between men and women in modern society. In the hospital, there are mostly women. At first, he opposed it but worried that Christoya's beauty would cause trouble.
"Really!" Daves said seriously.
Christoya walked towards him with excitement, and he couldn't help but stretched out his backs and hugged her in a delicate fragrance. At that moment, the sky thunder shook the ground... …
"Olivers, don't you stand guard and lie on the edge of the tent to eavesdrop on what?! This is a violation of military regulations and will be driven out of the barracks!" Geogris, who came to change the guard, shouted anxiously.
"Hush!" Olivers made a silent gesture and whispered mysteriously: "Come and listen, the fighting inside is fierce!"
"The situation?" Gilgris was a little confused.
Olivers pulled him over, and then he heard **** moans and blushing whispers from the tent...
"Daves's spring is here!" Oliver's face was full of envy: "This guy is really favored by the gods, and he is in love with the most beautiful woman in our entire team..."