Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 9: Night march

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When the sun began to sink, the soldiers began to organize their equipment.

Put on the breastplate-this is made of multiple layers of linen glued together. Its thickness is about five or six centimeters, very hard and tough, but not too heavy. The hem reaches up to the thigh and is cut into wings to facilitate movement.

Put on the shin that protects the calf. Tie the Greek saber to your waist-this is a curved sword with a length of sixty-five centimeters, single-edged, curved like a dog's hind legs.

The Corinthian helmet cannot be worn at this time, because the marching at night is inherently unclear, and this kind of helmet that only exposes the eyes will narrow the line of sight. Daves learned how to attach a helmet to a two-meter-long spear.

The lance, which is the main weapon of the Greek heavy infantry. The barrel is made of ash tree, the leaf-shaped head is made of iron, and the end of the barrel is also inlaid with copper tail nails.

Davos picked up the buckler with his left hand. It is in the shape of a shallow bowl with wooden inside and copper-clad outside. It has a diameter of about ninety centimeters. The face of Minotaur is painted on the shield. There is a belt on the inside for inserting the left arm to the elbow, so that the soldier can put the entire left forearm on the buckler, which not only saves effort, but also facilitates defense and shield attacks. There is also a small metal hook inlaid on the inner and outer edge of the buckler, which can be hung on the shoulder and is convenient for marching.

Davers holds a shield in his left hand and a gun in his right. He can't help but smile: he has turned from a modern man into an armored warrior in the ancient West. However, the whole body's cells were boiled with joy, making him realize that it was the muscle memory of this body that was at work.

He tried to walk a few steps, feeling very comfortable. Apart from being nervous, I was also a little excited. Every man has a warrior dream in his heart! That is the inheritance of the ancestors in the blood since the age of Rumao Drinking Blood. Modern people in the peaceful age can no longer feel the courage to fight face-to-face, and Davers, who has traveled through this era, has this opportunity!

Daves was still getting used to the equipment of this suit, Silos reminded him: "You still haven't got anything."

See two javelins and a string of sausages on the ground. He smiled bitterly: This is really self-inflicted and cannot live!

He put the meat sausage on his chest carefully, lest the grease get on the breastplate.

At this moment, squadron captain Antonios came over to Hilos and said: "We have to go to the camp and act with Merses." After that, he nodded to Davers, apparently Davers's reputation has been spread. In the ears of this squadron leader, he did not dare to be negligent.

"Who gave the order? Isn't Menon still with Alireus?" Silos asked strangely. He is reluctant to act with the heavy camp, not to mention the slowness of the action, the danger is still great.

"Adjutant Felicius ordered him to act as Menon for the time being. Last time the Persians broke through our camp, most of the slaves in the camp escaped. They are now short of manpower, and Melses appoints our team. Go and help." After speaking, he glanced at Daves again.

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"Davers, I didn't expect it! We met again!" Melsis laughed, and went straight through the team officers and soldiers, giving Daves a hug.

I knew it was this fat guy who was playing tricks! Daves smiled helplessly.

"Everyone else is going to lead those animals. Daves is with me." He ordered.

This fat guy was harsh and ruthless when he was unfamiliar with you, and became over-enthusiastic once the relationship got better. Isn't this helping yourself to pull hatred? Davers quickly refused.

There are hundreds of livestock and dozens of ox carts full of goods in the barracks, as well as many slaves and women.

At the same time. The column can be up to two miles long. This is just a military camp, and you can imagine how bloated the entire Greek mercenary is. Davers observed all this, meditating in his heart.

At this time, the long camp number sounded over the noisy camp in the dark night.

Time to go. Davers subconsciously tensed the cow rope, feeling a little nervous.

The team began to move forward. The heavy battalion is on the right, the troops are on the left, and the team officers hold torches high. Under the cold moonlight. The entire Greek army crawled slowly like a long invisible dragon.

After walking for about an hour, I heard the sound of running water in front of me. Daves knew: The Euphrates River was approaching.

The water of the river at night is dark, and when you look at it, it seems to be infinitely wide and infinitely deep, which can make people feel great fear. Therefore, the team was much quieter, for fear of alarming the river god.

At this time, the queue naturally became a barracks marching along the left bank of the Euphrates River. The troops were on the outside, protecting the property of their camp. Obviously the leaders had some experience in marching at night. Daves looked in his eyes and studied silently.

Mennon's troops are at the end of the queue. Of course, this was not Mei Long's request. In fact, he asked someone to come back and ask his troops to go in the middle of the team. But the leaders were dissatisfied with Menon. Because when he first marched from Asia to Babylon, Menon rushed to be the vanguard, burned, killed, and looted in order to earn a performance in front of the little Cyrus, and made a lot of benefits. Now I am going to retreat, and I want to go in the middle to prevent my soldiers from being attacked and reduce losses. How could any good things be left to him alone! So it was unanimously decided to let his team go to the last. This was what Meron's confidant Melses told Daves, let him have a certain understanding of Menon.

At this time, the herald of the entire army, Tolmeide, finally rushed to Menon's team and delivered an order: "The front has joined Alireus' army. The leaders are discussing with Alireus. Please, please. Rest, stay alert, and wait for orders!"

The quiet team suddenly commotion:

"I can finally rest for a while!"

"It's been two hours since we left, I'm almost exhausted!"

"Me too. Walking with an ox cart is simply too exhausting! We can't follow the heavy camp tomorrow!"

"That's right! Go talk to the squadron leader tomorrow."

"Say now!"

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Looking at the noisy soldiers, Dafus stood up and said loudly, "Brothers, please be quiet! Brothers! I am Dafus!"

Unexpectedly, his call was more effective than Squadron Captain Antonios. The soldiers of the heavy camp stopped making noise, wanting to hear what this ‘favorite’ had to say.

"I'll tell you a story to relieve the lack, okay?"

"What story?"

"It's called A...Aris and the Forty Thieves."

"Sounds great! Come and listen!"

So Daves cleared his throat and began to speak loudly: "Once upon a time, there was a family in a small town in Ionian..."

Gradually, the barracks fell completely silent, and even the pack beasts stopped neighing. The soldiers, slaves and women listened attentively. They were envious of Aris unintentionally gaining the wealth of thieves; they were funny for Aris' brother calling the cave password; they were nervous because the thieves found Aris' house; they applauded the wisdom of the slave girl.

After the story is told, everyone's thoughts are still unfinished:

"Aris is lucky!

"He is lucky because he has a smart and beautiful Persian slave girl!"

"Yes! I think he can redeem the slave girl and make her a free citizen! After all, she saved Aris!"

"Stupid! He should marry a female slave as a concubine. Then the female slave can continue to help him!"

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Everyone is talking about it.

"Davers, is there really a cave full of gold and silver treasures?" Even Melses couldn't help but approach Davers and asked.

Antonius looked at the back of Daves ahead and couldn't help sighing: "Heros, there is a talent in your village!"

"Are you talking about Daves? Of course, he is the ‘favorite’! I even want to give him the position of my team leader."

"Squad Captain?" Antonios curled his lips. A mercenary leader will often replace the soldiers who supplement him, and the middle and high-level officers who lead the team are mostly confidants, and they will not change easily, because it is convenient for him to control the troops. Antonios and Menon have also been there for five or six years, because they have met many Greek and Persian dignitaries in taking on assignments, and they also have some experience in seeing people.

After a day of observation, he found that Daves had a calm personality, unlike a 19-year-old child at all. He is very organized, he is humble and polite in his dealings with others, and his eloquence is good. Soldiers are happy to be close to him. However, he often has whimsical ideas that can solve problems that others can't solve; when marching, he saw with his own eyes that Daves was either helping others carry a shield or pushing a pack truck. Such a person can be trusted even if he is young.

If his ability to command combat is not weak, then such a charismatic and capable person has an immeasurable future. If he has enough financial resources, he can become a qualified mercenary leader! When Antonios thought of this, he also thought of Menon: what would he do when he knew that such a character suddenly appeared in his barracks?