Phelps was so focused on treating the sick that he didn't have time to manage the medical camp and maintain order. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Moreover, he is not a person who is good at management, he prefers to delve into medical skills. So, when everything was running smoothly, Davers had to let the captain of the guard, Shiros, stay behind and temporarily take charge of the management of the medical camp. However, Shilos, as Davers's henchman, is steady and smart, and Davos has the heart to train him to be his powerful arm, and to be the head of a small medical battalion is really a bit condescending, and he can only find a suitable position in the future.

Davers returned to his tent, and it was nearly dusk by this time.

Finally, when he was free, he began to review today's battle, analyze the problems he had in commanding the operation, and look for better ways to deal with them. At the same time, he compared it with the military knowledge he had learned in his previous life, which was the homework he had to do every day before going to bed, and it was also the method he came up with to consciously improve his military command ability relatively quickly. Some people have been engaged in war all their lives and have always been mediocre generals, while some people are young and can turn war into art, and the most important thing is their attitude towards war.

The last battle allowed Davers to see the limitations of terrain and space on infantry in the era of cold weapons, and how much damage can be done to dense formations due to trampling caused by fear! And today, he understood the weakness of archers against heavily armed hoplites.

And what if it was to throw javelins at heavy infantry? Davers thought to himself: it must be more lethal than a bow and arrow, he had Mattonis throw a javelin at a discarded armor, and he could completely penetrate heavy armor at close range, and as for the bronze shield, he could also pierce a hole, so why didn't Tisaponis do it? The obvious answer was that he did not have a strong javelinmen, while the Greek mercenaries had nearly 3,000 light shieldmen, most of them Thracians, who were the most powerful light shieldmen in the whole Mediterranean, and their javelin skills were first-class.

He was also reminded of the javelins used by the Roman soldiers later, with a thin front end, which bent when tied to the shield, becoming a burden to the enemy's movements, and having to throw away the shield, thus effectively reducing the enemy's defenses. He even went further: what if Tisa Fonis also had heavy infantry? After thinking about it, Davers felt that the Greeks had only one way to surrender. Because even in the Battle of Cannae in the previous life, Hannibal dared to creatively face the thick Roman army formation with a thin arc line, and the most important prerequisite was that his cavalry was much stronger than the Romans, so as to break the two wings and complete the roundabout encirclement. And at this time the Persian cavalry outnumbered the Greeks dozens of times......

Davers continued to think as he jotted down his thoughts on papyrus in kanji. This time, he put himself in the shoes of Tisafnes to think about what the Persians would do next......

At this time, someone came in: "Chief Davers, someone is looking for you outside." ”

"Olivers, it's you! Are all your injuries healed?! Davers looked surprised when he found Oliver standing in front of him, not noticing his strange expression.

"Alright, Phelps got me back." Oliver reluctantly explained that he had asked to leave, and that Herps had seen that he was fine, and that the medical battalion had accepted too many wounded soldiers today, so he let him go.

"I just recovered from my injury, I should rest more, why did I come to stand guard? What about Shiros? Davers asked with concern, and as soon as he spoke, he remembered that Shilos had been left in the medical camp.

Oliver hurried out and brought the visitor in.

The visitors were dressed in flowing heatons, with a hema chun (i.e., cape) over their heads, and loose linen clothes could not hide their graceful figures.

"Christoya!" Davers blurted out.

The visitor stretched out his snow-white slender hands and lifted the Hima Chun, revealing his beautiful face. She saluted gracefully, "Chief Davers! ”

Oliver stepped back with a wink.

Davers suddenly remembered that it was Oliver who had spoken of 'Christoia as beautiful as Aphrodite' when he was born again.

Seeing that Davers was distracted, Christoya said strangely, "Leader Davers doesn't welcome me here?" ”

"Your presence makes me forget what to say, and your beauty makes my mind lose its thinking!" Davers is a nineteen-year-old body, a thirty-five-year-old mind, and there is a bit of provocation in his casual compliments.

"Chief Davos, you're really good at talking!" Christoya smiled and said, "In the past few days, I have heard everyone in the baggage camp praising your achievements!" Mithradat and Artauzus, as far as I know, are the most capable generals under Cyrus the Younger, both of whom have been defeated by you, enough to dispel anyone's doubts about your abilities, and I congratulate you now, I don't know if it's too late?! ”

"One word of yours is worth a thousand words!" Davers laughed, "You don't come just to congratulate you. ”

"I have a request!" Christoya looked at Davers, "You said 'I can come to you if I ask anything'"

"Of course! Of course! You please. ”

"I want to go to your medical camp!" Christoya said seriously.

"What?" Davers thought he had misheard: "Someone in the medical camp is treating you badly? ”

"Mersis is very good to me." Christoya paused, pondering her words: "But everyone is busy marching and fighting, and I am alone...... I've been to the medical camp a few times, and I think I can do what the slave girls do, and I can do it better than them! ”

"Are you sure you're going to the medical camp? There, you will see terrible wounds and scarlet blood every day, you will touch the filthy bodies of soldiers, you will comfort patients who have gone mad from their injuries, and you may even be harassed by them......"

Davers tried to persuade Christoya to give up his idea, but she looked firm: "I'm not afraid! In fact, you don't know much about the wounded soldiers in your battalion, not only do they not bully them, but they are always grateful to these former slave girls......" Christoya closed her eyes slightly, as if recalling what she had observed.

Davers stared at her, feeling like she was facing a modern society where women were trying to do something meaningful to prove their existence.

"Okay, I agreed."

"Really?!" Christoya's eyes widened in disbelief. The Greek city-states are actually very conservative about the women of their citizens, they are under the control of their fathers before marriage, their husbands after marriage, and their sons when they are old, and they basically have no freedom of their own (except for commoner women and ** of course). Feeling insecure, fearing that she would be abandoned by the mercenaries for her idleness, and envious of the respect of the slave girls in the medical camp, she noticed that the young leader was different through contact with Davers, so she tried to make a request, but she did not expect to be granted so quickly.

In fact, for his part, Davers did not know much about the traditional customs of Greece. On the contrary, he had long been accustomed to the idea of equality between men and women in modern society, and the hospital was predominantly female, and at first he was only afraid that Christoya's beauty would cause trouble.

"Really!" Davers said seriously.

Christoya hurried towards him with an excited face, and he involuntarily stretched out his back and hugged her into his arms, and at that moment, the sky thundered and the earth was on fire......

"Olivers, why don't you stand guard and eavesdrop on the edge of the tent?! This is a violation of military rules and will be kicked out of the barracks! Giogris, who had come to change the guard, shouted anxiously.

"Shh Oliver made a silent gesture and whispered mysteriously, "Come and listen, the battle is raging inside!" ”

"The battle situation?" Gilgris was a little confused.

Oliver pulled him over, and then he heard bloody moans and blushing whispers from inside the tent......

"Spring is here for Davers!" Oliver's face was full of envy: "This guy is really favored by the gods, and he actually got along with the most beautiful woman in our entire team......"