Unexpectedly, the Persian envoy did not mention the surrender of the Greek mercenaries, but proposed a truce between the two armies. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe mercenaries, who are already in trouble, certainly can't ask for it. After some negotiations, a truce was reached, and the Persians were to provide for the Greeks. This was a boon for the mercenaries, as their food reserves had bottomed out, and they were going to burn and loot the villages along the way.

Despite the truce, Clearchus did not let his guard down: the Persian envoys led the way, and Clearchus ordered the whole army to march in three columns and four columns. Along the way, three or four meters wide trenches were constantly blocked, and the ditches were full of sewage, and the soldiers had to cut down trees to build wooden bridges. Davers, who was located in the baggage battalion of the rearguard troops, ended up with ease.

"Look, that's Clearcus!" Following the direction of Olivers' finger, Davers saw a tall, middle-aged man, shirtless, with bronzed muscles and several conspicuous scars, carrying a freshly cut tree trunk with the soldiers. Walking to the ditch, he did not hesitate to take the lead and jump into the ditch, not caring about the sludge splashed on his end, and immediately began to repair the wooden bridge that had just been broken.

"yes, this is Clearcus! And where is our Menon ?! Mattonis said with a sigh, meaningful.

Although due to the conflict between Menon and Clearcus, the troops led by him also fought because of the conflict. But the soldiers are not fools, they see what the leaders do, who is trustworthy? Who is capable? They have a mirror in their hearts. There are more than a dozen mercenary leaders, why is it always Clearcus?! Not without reason.

This is the way to command the army! Davers had been watching Clearcus' performance and said to himself from the bottom of his heart.

Approaching dusk, the Greeks reached their destination. The Persian envoys prepared not only comfortable shelters for the villages resettled by the Greek mercenaries, but also abundant food: fruit wine, drinks, bread, brown dates......

The soldiers couldn't help but cheer.

For a while, Davers was also puzzled: Could it be that the Persians were really frightened by the Greek heavy infantry and really wanted a truce?

Just as he and his companions had tasted the food and were sure that it was all right, and were ready to feast and drink, Antonios came: "Davers, Menon wants to see you!" ”

"Now?!" Davers swallowed.

"Now!" Antonios nodded.

"Don't worry, it's nothing! Menon had only heard that Davers had helped us solve several problems, and out of curiosity, I wanted to see him, and maybe there would be a reward! Seeing the concerned expressions of the crowd, Antonios vouched.

Antonios led Davers to a large house in the middle of the village, and said to the guards at the door: "Menon wants to see Davers, he has come." ”

The guard looked at Davers curiously, then said, "Menon has something important to do right now. Please wait. ”

After a while, there was no movement inside. Davers still spoke to Antonios with composure. Antonios was anxious: "Nothing has been done yet, I'll go in and urge!" After speaking, he was about to rush in, but was stopped by the guards: "Antonios, do you want to make me scolded!" ”

Antonios glared at him, and the guards finally gave in: "I'm afraid of you, I'll go and see again." With that, he turned and ran into the house.

After a while, he came out: "Go in, Menon is waiting." As he spoke, his eyes did not dare to meet Antonios.

Davers was about to go in when Antonios pressed his shoulder and admonished, "Menon is not in a good temper sometimes, and if he says anything to you, don't quarrel with him, just listen." ”

Davers smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not a child. ”

Antonios nodded. Along the way, the conversation deepened his understanding of Davers: a young man with a poise far beyond his peers. Watching Davers enter the house, Antonios had a thought: no, he is not a child, who is a child? Menon?

He smiled helplessly, it seems that this young man is not easy to mess with. He turned back to the guards and lashed out, "Potac, you deliberately left us hanging here. ”

"Oh, Antonios, you're the one who understands. Who would do such a boring thing except Menon. ”

"Humph!"

"That young man is what you call Hades' 'Divine Servant'?! I saw that he understood what was going on, and he was smiling at me just now......"

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Of course, Davers understands what is going on: I have seen a lot in the agency in my previous life, isn't it just a dismount, the more people who use this method, the more they have no confidence in their own control, is Menon such a person?

Davers pouted, walked through the small courtyard, and came to the main house.

"Chief Menon, Soldier Davers has been ordered to arrive!"

"Come in." A shrill sound came from inside the room.

Davers strode into the room, and in the middle of the drawing-room sat a man wearing a shiny breastplate, but it did not seem to add any more majesty to him, for his fair face would be a clear look if he had shaved off his beard.

Davers couldn't help but think of some rumors about Menon being bad, such as the ambiguous story between him and Ariros, the lieutenant of Cyrus the Younger. He suddenly got a little nervous: could this person be me......

And Menon was also looking at Davers: a strong body, average height, average appearance, and a slightly immature face without even a beard, but standing there gave people a different temperament.

"Hmm...... I've heard that you are a 'god-favored', so I would like to ask, is this Persian truce with us sincere? Or do you have something else in mind? Menon asked, seemingly nonchalantly.

"I'm sorry, Chief. I do not know! Davers replied without thinking.

Davers's direct answer made Menon a little stunned, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then tell me, can we go home safely this time?" ”

"I don't know." Davers's answer was still crisp.

"Bastard!" Menon was furious and slapped his chair hard: "Didn't you say in the whole camp that you had an oracle!" Didn't you tell everyone you knew everything! Now you don't speak! You liar! ”

Davers raised his eyebrows: "Chief Menon, I am lucky to have survived the battlefield, but I have never claimed to be a god. My teammates can attest to that. I don't care what others think or say.

As for the oracle, I never said. It's just that sometimes when I talk to my teammates, I talk about what might happen next, and I'm lucky enough to say it. Whether or not you can return home safely is a matter for you to worry about, and we soldiers just want to get some comfort and encouragement by talking and chatting after the battle. ”

After hearing this, Menon's first reaction was that this guy was eloquent, and he couldn't grab his handle to fight back for a while, and he looked directly at Menon's calm gaze face to face, which made Menon feel the other party's boldness.

Menon was a little irritable, and he was stunned for a while, before he waved his hand and said, "I will investigate what you said." In short, do not speculate about the Persians, which will affect the morale of the soldiers. ”

Davers immediately bowed his head and said obediently: "Yes! ”

Menon was in a better mood at this time, reached out and grabbed a drachma, and said, "Anyway, this time you have come up with an idea to help our troops, and this is the reward that I, the mercenary leader, have given you. Remember, if you have any good ideas next time, just tell me and I'll reward you! ”

Davers pretended to be happy and stretched out his hand to take it: "Thank you, Chief!" ”

Menon waved him down, watching him walk out of the house, Menon was still a little stunned: Menon and Davers are in an employment relationship, Menon has no power to kill him, only the right to fire. But if you dismiss a soldier with brains, he will be reused in the same way as other military camps, but it is Menon who suffers. So Menon just wanted to knock Davers on the ground, not wanting him to expand his influence in the barracks while keeping him in his hands. Judging from this meeting, it seems that it is not so easy......