Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 7: Farewell

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Criande finally agreed to the mercenary’s request to enter the city with weapons. It was not the main reason that Daves asked the soldiers to wrap the weapons in cloth. The half of the Tarent silver that Burcos gave to Criande was to open the city. The key to the door. After Davos knew the truth, he had to sigh: The Spartans with simple lives have also begun to accept bribes!

In the early morning of the next day, the leaders, team officers, and soldiers of the mercenary camps all came to see off the team that was about to leave.

As a comrade-in-arms who has been fighting together for a year in a difficult situation, not only the soldiers, but also the team officers and leaders have offered their sincere blessings, even Timathon, who initially disliked Daves , Also gave Daves a strong hug: "If I were a few years younger, I would go to Greater Greece with you."

"You are not old now." Daves laughed.

Tima Song pointed to his chest: "Here is old, 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 giving Our great help, if it were not for you, we would have killed more people!"

"This is the result of all of us working hard together! It is my honor to fight with you!" Daves said modestly.

"It should be my honor. May Zeus bless you with all the best!" Timathon said sincerely.

"So do you! I hope we can meet again!" Daves waved goodbye to him.

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Tima Song, Crianno, Zantiparis led the soldiers back several hundred meters, the gate of Byzantium opened, and Daves led the army into Byzantium.

Zantiparis exclaimed: "Time flies so fast, it's finally time to part! The scene where Daves was elected as the leader and gave a speech seems to have happened yesterday!"

Zantiparis' words caused sentimental sentiment among several leaders: After fighting side by side for more than half a year, at this time they are finally starting to go their separate ways.

A few people silently looked at Byzantium from afar, until the gate was closed.

At this time, the herald Tolmeide said: "Do you think Daves is really the favored one of Hades?"

"If not, then he is a very capable leader. But a capable leader, who is so young, have you seen it before?" Timathon asked rhetorically, he would rather admit that Daves is the favored one. , And he is reluctant to admit face to face that Davers is indeed better than them.

Criano and Zantiparis both shook their heads.

"I think that when Kerry Thorpes knows that Daves has gone to Greece, I will probably regret it. Some time ago, as you all saw, Kerry Thorpes clearly wanted Daves to become a Spartan. The guest of honor, to Anaxes to take care of him before he left. Unfortunately, Anaxes underestimated the young man, and Daves would rather go to Greater Greece than to Sparta." Lianno said gleefully.

"No one likes Sparta, they are too domineering!" Timathon's words resonated with everyone.

"But why did Hironimos choose to go to Greater Greece?" Tolmid asked.

"Not the Athenian yet!" Timathon raised his eyebrows: "The soldiers re-elected the leader in Sinobo. As a result, Hieronymus lost the position of leader, and instead let the teaser Selo. Fern sits on it. Maybe he wants to stay away and go to Great Greece to prove himself."

"It's also great to be a leader, at least not so much to worry about. But soon we can go home easily too!" Zantiparis said, which also caused several other people to sigh with emotion.

Perhaps realizing that there is not much time for the next gathering, the four of them solemnly saluted the army, then turned their horses around and drove to their respective barracks.

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The Spartan soldiers lined up on both sides of the street in full armor. Under their dazzling spear shots, Daves’ troops marched towards 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 manner that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Damn mercenary, get out of here!" A Byzantine roared suddenly and threw a rotten date at Daves who was walking in the front, which immediately broke the calm before.

"Get out of Byzantium!"

"Robber!"

"Thief!"

"The gods will punish you and make you hard to die!"

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The people of Byzantium screamed like a wave, and they kept throwing debris at the mercenaries walking in the middle of the road.

Although Daves had predicted in advance and warned the mercenaries. At this moment, he felt the danger, covered his head with one hand, and hurriedly shouted: "Asistus, lead your messenger, go and tell every team officer that he must strictly control his soldiers and not allow them to leave. Team!"

Daves' order came very timely. Some of the newly joined mercenaries became angry. If it weren't for the heavily armed Spartans on the side of the road, they might have rushed forward to fight the Byzantine people.

The team officers ran up and down to stop them from making mistakes. Davers also ordered at the right time: "The whole army is running!"

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Criande stood on the roof terrace of the mansion, looking down at the mercenaries passing by the street, and saw that these loose and undisciplined mercenaries were able to restrain themselves and did not conflict with the Byzantine people, making him ready to take the mercenaries. The weapon plan failed, and I couldn't help being surprised.

"Who is the leader of this mercenary?" he asked casually.

"It seems to be called...Daves." The adjutant thought for a while and replied.

Davers? Criande felt that the name was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it for a while: "The mercenaries he led are not bad."

"My lord, do you want to stop them?"

"Forget it." Criande waved his hand. He accepted bribes from the Turiyi merchant. The reason he also designed this small conspiracy was that in the event of a conflict, the mercenary's weapons could be collected logically. , To block the mouth of his men.

The mercenaries resisted the humiliation, resisted their anger, speeded up their march, and wished they could rush to the port in a few steps.

When the mercenaries and slave women boarded the ships separately, everything was arranged. After the fleet of 57 merchant ships left the Byzantine port, the soldiers began to swear, even the good-tempered Assis. Tes could not help shouting: "Byzantines, one day-one day I will return this humiliation!"

Daves 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 Marmara Sea, then turned around and headed south, and was stopped halfway by the oncoming Spartan ships.

Burkos had to let his ship approach, and personally boarded the Spartan flagship, asking the Spartans to let him go.

After a while, he asked his men to carry a large box onto the battleship.

After waiting for about an hour, he and his men returned to the boat. He took a deep breath and gave the command: "You can go now."

"What the **** is going on?" Davers asked curiously.

"The Spartans now control the strait, and any large fleet passing through here must be checked by him, especially since I hired you from Byzantium." Burkos took the water glass from his hand and said.

"Why is this?" Daves was even more curious.

"Since Sparta defeated Athens and took control of the Aegean Sea, it has been stipulated that'any city-state that wants to hire soldiers within Spartan's sphere of influence must obtain their permission.' And Byzantium is now occupied by Sparta. Of course, it also belongs to the sphere of influence of Sparta. In the past in the Greater Greece area, only Dionysius of Syracuse had obtained the permission of Sparta, and he could hire soldiers in Sparta or even the mainland for a long time."

"Dionysius?"

"A tyrant and dictator of Syracuse!" Burkos said in disgust, clearly not impressed with him, and Daves remembered the name.

"Fortunately, this time is a special situation. I persuaded the Spartan Council of Elders to issue a certificate of employment." Burcos drank and sighed, "Even so, I have to spend another half Taranto went to dredge. Alas...how did the Spartan generals become so greedy now!"

He looked at Daves and said: "I hope you can use your next performance on the battlefield to prove that my expense is worthwhile!"

"You will see!" Daves said seriously.

At this moment, someone on the opposite warship shouted: "Daves! Daves!"

Note: In this chapter, Daves's story in Persia has really come to an end. Does he have any intersection with the mercenary leaders such as Timathon and Kriano, as well as the governor of Persia, Tisafunis and Orontas?

We will wait and see...