"Good idea, but I don't think the Persians have the guts to stay on and attack us." Zantiparis lamented.
"Yes, cowardly Persians are like rabbits." Timasong cursed, the deaths and injuries of his soldiers making him angry and helpless.
"Let me lead the soldiers around the ridge!" Xenophon volunteered to fight.
Hieronymus' face suddenly changed as he remembered the previous incident where Xenophon recklessly led an attack that resulted in most of his soldiers being damaged.
"I think Xenophon can do it!" Davos immediately agreed.
"We have no time to delay, we must act immediately or we may have to spend the night in the mountains tonight!" Criano said anxiously as he looked up at the weather.
So Xenophon's petition was quickly passed, and the chiefs went back to reorganize their troops.
Davos fell back, pondering.
Seeing this, Crisopus couldn't help but stop in his tracks and turn around to ask, "What's Chief Davos thinking?"
Dyvers saw the always reticent Hakri Sopes take the rare initiative to ask himself a question and was a bit surprised, "I was thinking ... well ... it's lucky that the Persians didn't build defense camps on the mountain ranges, otherwise our losses would have been great. "
"You're too high on Tissafonis. Don't look at the Persian cavalry and archers moving quickly, in fact their overall marching speed is much slower than ours. These Persian nobles, led by Tissaphernes, are not as capable of suffering as we Greeks, and they have to march with magnificent tents, beautiful concubines, dancers, large numbers of slaves, and so on. Every day they had to wait for the sun to come up before they began to pull out their camps and march, otherwise it would be too cold; and as soon as it was dusk they had to camp away from the enemy because it was too dark. Under their influence, how could the Persian soldiers not be influenced by them. I reckon that these Persian soldiers who attacked us have not been long in arriving either." Hakri Sopes analyzed seriously.
Davos was enlightened, he originally thought that the mercenaries' ranks were already bloated enough, but he didn't realize that the Persians were even worse. He thought for a moment and added, "Would it be better if the Persians split these light infantry into several more groups, hiding behind, flanking, and in front of our troops in the mountains and forests, and attacking in turn?"
Kerisops frowned and asked, "You mean ..."
"Just like just now, the Persians on the mountain ranges in front of us attacked, and when we drove them away and thought it was safe, the Persians attacked again in the rear ... and then ... This not only caused our army to lose more, but also forced us to to run back and forth, spreading out our troops, and will be very careful with every step forward, thus greatly slowing down our army's march."
Hakri Sopes looked at him in surprise, "You usually think about this ..."
Davos, in a rare moment of seeing such an obvious expression on the face of Kerisops, said with some embarrassment, "Because of my lack of experience, I had to learn and think more ..."
Crisopus resumed that deadpan face of seriousness, "It is indeed a good idea, not just anything can be used by anyone, because to accomplish such a tactic requires a higher level of courage, training of the soldiers, as well as the ability of the generals, and do you think that this Persian army is capable of doing it?"
Davos shook his head.
Grissops gave him a deep look and said, "If you have any ideas in the future, let's discuss them together." After saying that he left with great strides.
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A single Persian attack left the mercenaries with over a thousand casualties, more than half of which were non-combatants.
The casualties in Davos' barracks amounted to over one hundred and fifty, and with most of the pack animals also shot and wounded, nearly half the men had to be ordered to help in the supply battalion, carrying supplies and assisting the wounded.
The whole mercenary army is affected by this, the action is even slower than before, but the front guard troops are progressing smoothly, because Xenophon led the troops to go around the mountain range quickly, so that the Persians are very worried, afraid of being attacked by the front and back, and thus did not dare to block the front, the mercenary army is more smooth through this mountainous area.
At dusk the soldiers spotted the Persian villages ahead, and what happened next was just like before, the mercenaries ransacked the villages and stationed themselves there. Luckily they also found a large amount of provisions collected from these villages ready to be provided to the Tissafonis army, and the soldiers' morale was boosted as they enjoyed the bountiful food. And once again Davos's medical battalion was busy until late at night ...
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After their passion, Kristoia lay limp on top of Davos, whose hands stroked back and forth over her bare, resilient skin, the two still reeling from their previous heated battle ...
After a long time, Davos said, "Helps said you learned quickly at the medical camp and did a good job helping him manage the wounded soldiers and slave girls, who listened to you and nicknamed you 'Persephone on Earth'."
"Hmm." Kristoia hummed softly, lifting her head slightly and smiling wryly, "Wouldn't that make me your Mistress!"
Davos's eyes skimmed over her delicate smile, the slender goose neck, the half-hidden, half-exposed snowy whites in the lining. At once, the desire in his heart rose again, and at once he could not hold back, once again pressed her underneath, and said with a sharp breath, "I just love to be with my Mistress ..."
Christoya laughed pretentiously in surprise, "You're blaspheming."
"I'm not afraid!" Davos stuck close to her ...
Christoia shuddered, her hands tightening around Davos' arms.
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"Davos."
"Uh-huh."
"Do you know why those wounded soldiers listened to me?"
"I don't know." Actually, Davos did know.
"I told Xylos to tell them, 'I'm your woman!' , and that you were now so prestigious among the mercenaries that they would be wary. I also had Helps give final treatment to a wounded soldier who tried to violate me, and his wailing didn't stop until nightfall, which I think gave them a good warning! ... Davos ... will you think I ..." murmured Kristoia, crouching helplessly over Davos.
"You're doing a great job, better than I thought you would!" Davos sniffed her dark hair and said, "Xylos can't stay at the medical camp all the time, and with Helps focusing on improving his medical skills, I'd like you to run the medical camp."
"What did you say? Let me run the medical camp?!!!" Christoya's surprised eyes were mixed with a few hints of surprise.
"As you said before, your father is busy with the politics of Miletus, and you have been assisting him in managing the slaves on the farm. These past few days, your performance in the medical camp also shows that you are fully capable of managing this small team." Davos was used to the tradition of equality between men and women in his previous life, and wouldn't keep women firmly bound to their homes like the Greeks of this era, he didn't mind women throwing their weight around, or even behaving better than he did, "Of course, Helps is still the nominal medical officer, after all, we have to take into account the opinions of the others, but in reality you're in charge of the management. In a moment, I'll speak to Helps."
"Davos!" Kristoia said excitedly as she hugged him tightly, "It's great that I'm following you!"
"Take it easy for a moment, you have a job to do. Try to get the doctors from the other barracks who came to help out at the medical camp to volunteer to stay, and the wounded soldiers as well." Davos said as he patted her back lightly.
"Yes, Chief!" Christoya was naked, smiling and saluting, indescribably sexy and seductive, and if Davos hadn't already been exhausted, he definitely would have done it again.
Seeing Davos' eyes that looked like they were about to spit fire, Kristoia was busy lazily putting on her Heaton, "Davos, I can understand you wanting to expand the medical battalion because it is really understaffed right now. But why do you want to persuade the wounded soldiers to stay?"
Of course Davos couldn't say that: coming to this unfamiliar world, he had a strong sense of insecurity, so the more soldiers he commanded, the more he could dispel the uneasiness in his heart. Facing Kristoia's curious gaze, he revealed a hint of his original intention, "There is still a long way to go home, I don't know how many difficulties there will be, and it would be better for the soldiers to be commanded by someone else than to be commanded by themselves, so it's safer and better to utilize their abilities!"
Hearing this, Kristoia looked at Davos' young face and was mesmerized: this was a man who was ambitious and very confident. In a trance, his face overlapped with that of young Cyrus, which made Kristoia feel a little frightened, and she went forward and hugged Davos tightly.
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