By the time the sun began to set, the soldiers began to gather their equipment. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Put on a cuirass - this is made of multiple layers of linen glued together. It is about five or six centimeters thick, hard and tough, but not too heavy. The hem reaches the thighs and is cut into wings to facilitate movement.

Put on a shin armor that protects your calves. The Greek saber was tied around the waist - a curved sword with a body sixty-five centimeters long, single-edged, and curved like a dog's hind legs.

The Corinthian helmet could not be worn at this time, because it was difficult to see clearly during the night march, and this helmet with only eyes would narrow the line of sight. Davers learned how to tie helmets to two-meter-long bayonets.

The stabbing gun, which was 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.

Davers picked up the round shield in his left hand. It is in the shape of a shallow bowl, wooden on the inside, copper-clad on the outside, about ninety centimeters in diameter, and the shield is painted with the face of the Minotaur. There is a belt on the inside that allows the left arm to be inserted into the elbow, allowing the soldier to put the entire left forearm on the round shield, which not only saves effort, but also makes it easier to defend and shield fire. A small metal hook is also attached to the inner and outer edge of the shield, allowing it to be slung over the shoulder for easy carrying on the march.

With a shield in his left hand and a gun in his right, Davers couldn't help but smile wryly: he had gone from a modern man to an armored warrior of the ancient West. However, the cells of the whole body were boiling with joy, and he realized that it was the muscle memory of this body that was at work.

He tried to take a few steps, feeling at ease. In addition to being nervous, I was also a little excited. Every man has a warrior dream in his heart! It is the inheritance of ancestors in the blood since the time when Ru Mao drank blood. Modern people in the era of peace can no longer feel the courage to fight face to face, and Davers, who has crossed this era, has such an opportunity!

While Davers was still adjusting to his gear, Shilos reminded him, "You still have something to take." ”

Two javelins and a string of sausages were seen on the ground. He smiled bitterly: This is really self-inflicted!

He carefully placed the sausage on his chest, lest the fat get on his breastplate.

At this time, the squadron leader Antonios came over and said to Shiros: "We have to go to the baggage camp and act with Mersis." After speaking, he nodded to Davers, obviously Davers's reputation had reached the ears of the squadron leader, so that he did not dare to ignore it.

"Who gave the order? Isn't Menon still with Arius? Shilos asked curiously. He was reluctant to move with the baggage battalion, not to mention the slowness, and the danger was greater.

"The order of Adjutant Phellisius, who temporarily acted as Menon in command. The last time the Persians stormed our camp, most of the slaves in the baggage camp had fled, and they were now short of manpower, so Mersis named our team to help. With that, he glanced at Davers again.

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"Davers, I didn't expect that! We meet again! Mersis laughed, walked straight past the officers and soldiers, and gave Davers a hug.

I knew it was this fat man who was making trouble! Davers smiled helplessly.

"Everyone else went to lead the animals. Davers with me. He commanded.

This fat man is stern and ruthless when he is not familiar with you, and he is overly enthusiastic when the relationship is good. Isn't this helping yourself to pull hatred? Davers hurriedly refused.

The baggage camp had hundreds of cattle and dozens of ox carts full of goods, as well as slaves and women.

Meantime. The longitudinal columns formed can be up to two miles long. This is just a military camp, and one can imagine how bloated the baggage of the entire Greek mercenary army is. Davers observed it all, meditating in his mind.

At this moment, the long camping horn sounded over the noisy camp in the dark night.

It's time to go. Davers subconsciously tightened the bull leash, a little nervous in his heart.

The team began to move forward. The baggage battalion was on the right, the troops were on the left, and the officers held torches aloft. In the light of the cold moonlight. The entire Greek army crawled slowly like a long, headless fire dragon.

After walking for about an hour, I heard the sound of rushing water in front of me. Davers knew: the Euphrates was coming.

At night, the river is dark and swarthy, 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, lest it alarm the river god.

At this time, the procession naturally became a baggage battalion marching along the left bank of the Euphrates, with the troops on the outside, protecting the property of their camp, and it was clear that the leaders had some experience in marching at night. Davers saw it in his eyes and studied silently.

Menon's troops were at the end of the entire procession. Of course, this was not Mei Long's request, in fact, he asked someone to come back and ask his troops to go to the middle of the entire team. But the chiefs were dissatisfied with Menon. For at the beginning of the march from Asia to Babylon, Menon rushed to be the vanguard in order to earn a performance in front of Cyrus the Younger, burning and looting, and reaping a lot of benefits. Now it's time to retreat, and you want to go in the middle to save your soldiers from being attacked and reduce their losses. How can he let him take all the good things alone! So it was unanimously decided to let his team go to the end. This is what Merlon's henchman Mersis told to Davers, which gives him a certain understanding of Menon.

At this time, Tolmid, the herald of the whole army, finally arrived in front of Menon's group and conveyed the order: "The front has converged with the army of Arirous. The chieftains were confusing with Arius. Rest still, stay on guard, and wait for orders! ”

The quiet team suddenly stirred:

"I can finally rest for a while!"

"We've been walking for two hours, I'm dying of exhaustion!"

"Me too. It's so tiring to walk with the ox cart on your shoulders! We can't follow the baggage camp tomorrow! ”

"That's right! I'll talk to the squadron leader tomorrow. ”

"Let's go now!"

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Looking at the noisy warriors, Davers stood up and said loudly: "Brothers, please be quiet! Brothers! I'm Davers! ”

Unexpectedly, his shouting was more effective than that of Squadron Leader Antonios, and the soldiers of the baggage battalion stopped clamoring to hear what the 'divine servant' had to say.

"I'll tell you a story to relieve your fatigue, okay?"

"What's the story?"

"It's called Ah ...... Aris and the Forty Thieves. ”

"Sounds good! Tell me about it! ”

So Davers cleared his throat and began to preach loudly: "Once upon a time there lived a family in a small town in Ionia......"

Gradually, the baggage camp fell completely silent, and even the pack beasts stopped neighing. The soldiers, as well as the slaves and women, listened intently. They were envious of Aris's unwillingness to acquire the riches of the thieves; Laughing at Aris's brother for calling the cave password; nervous about the thieves finding Aris's house; Applaud the wisdom of the slave girl.

After the story is told, everyone is still unsatisfied:

"Aris is in good luck!

"He was lucky because he had a clever and beautiful Persian slave girl!"

"That's right! I think he can redeem a slave girl and make her a free people! After all, she saved Aris! ”

"Stupid! He was supposed to take a slave girl as a concubine. So that the slave girl can continue to help him! ”

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There was a lot of talking.

"Davers, is there a cave full of gold and silver treasures?" Even Merses couldn't help but lean over to Davers and ask.

Antonios looked at the back of Davers in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: "Shiros, there is a talent in your village!" ”

"Are you talking about Davers? Of course, he's a 'god'! I even wanted to give him my position as squad leader. ”

"Squad leader?" Antonios pouted. The leader of a mercenary army will often replace the soldiers who replenish him, and the middle and senior officers who lead the team are mostly his confidants, and will not be easily replaced, because it makes it easier for him to control the troops. Antonios has been with Menon for five or six years, because he has also met many Greek and Persian magnates, and he also has some experience in seeing people.

After a day of observation, he found that Davers had a calm personality, not at all like a nineteen-year-old child. He was very methodical, modest and courteous, and eloquent, and the soldiers were happy to approach him. However, he often has wonderful ideas and can solve problems that others can't solve; On the march, he also saw with his own eyes that Davers was either carrying shields or pushing pack carts. Such a person, even if he is young, can be trusted.

If his ability to command operations is not weak, then the future of such a charismatic and capable person is immeasurable. If he had enough financial resources, he could become a qualified mercenary leader! Antonios thought of this, and thought of Menon: what would he do when he knew that such a figure had suddenly appeared in his barracks?