Chapter 33
Mercies leaned over and whispered, "Devers, I took good care of the Persia family you sent to the supply camp last time, according to your request!"
"Really?" Devers looked at him with a faint smile. "How should I thank you?"
"You're the leader. This is my duty." Mercies smiled sheepishly, moved closer, and whispered, "In addition, Menon has nearly two Tarrant Silver worth of property stored in the supply camp …"
Two Tarantos was equivalent to sixty-five kilograms of silver. This was a huge sum of money. Menon could indeed make a lot of money. But for Devers, who had just been reborn, he did not have a deep understanding of Greek coins, so he was not very surprised. He thought seriously and said, "Does Menon have any immediate family?"
Mercies had been watching Devers. Seeing that there was nothing strange about him, and hearing this, he immediately understood Devers's intentions. He felt a little more admiration in his heart, and quickly said, "No."
"Did he have a will?"
"No. He never thought he would die so early. "
Devers pondered for a moment, then sighed. "Menon created this camp, and he put in a lot of effort for it. Then use this money for the development of our camp."
"Devers, you're so selfless!" Mercies complimented loudly, then rubbed his hands and asked carefully, "You counted the number of people so quickly just now. Did Hades give you some inspiration?"
Devers could tell that he had something on his mind, but he did not expect it to be for this. "Of course!"
"Can you teach me?" Mercies begged.
Devers was surprised that although this fat man was also old, he still had such a strong thirst for knowledge. He could not help but admire him. "Of course, no problem."
"That's great! Devers, you're the best leader! " Mersis could not help but hug the Devers. The Devers's body stiffened. The homosexual tradition of the ancient Greeks made him wary of excessive physical contact. However, he soon realized that he was overthinking. Mersis was just expressing her gratitude to him. Without a doubt, this fatty had also become his staunch fan.
… …
By the time everything had been arranged, it was already past noon. Devers had thought that they would be late, but when he and Felicius arrived at the command tent of the mercenaries, they found that only Cherisopus and Timason were there.
Seeing two people come in, and one of them was the young man he had seen at the gathering before. He immediately frowned and said in a deep voice, "You must be the mercenaries from Menon. Who is the leader that your camp has elected? "As he spoke, he naturally looked at Felicius.
Before Devers could speak, Felicius turned sideways and gestured to the Devers with his left hand. He said solemnly, "All of our soldiers have unanimously elected Devers as the new leader of our camp!"
Cherisopus and Timason's eyes widened in shock. After a while, the two looked at each other. Then Timason questioned loudly, "We are about to go to war with the Persia. Everyone must go all out. Are you trying to drag us down by electing a child who has not grown up yet?! Do you know that war will kill people? Many people will die!! "
Timason's last sentence was said to the Devers, and it was obvious that he was threatening them.
Devers looked at the ferocious Timason and responded without showing any weakness, "When the war starts, who knows who will drag who down! Brute force alone won't do in a war with the Persia! Back then, when I went to stop Krylkus and Menon, where were you?! If they had listened to my advice, they wouldn't be in such a terrible situation today! "
"Of course … I also tried to stop them …" Timason had been feeling guilty about Krylkus's capture, so he was led by the Devers and answered without much confidence.
"Everyone in our camp thinks that the Devers are the best candidates for the leader. No one objected! They also entrusted me to be the adjutant to assist the leader Devers in managing the military affairs, "Felicius emphasized loudly again. As an old mercenary, he knew what Cherisopus and Timason were worried about and what they were trying to do.
Cherisopus looked at Felicius again, "This is?"
"Felicius, Menon's adjutant. He is the actual person in charge of the camp …" Timason said in a strange tone next to Cherisopus.
"Oh …" Cherisopus had a look of understanding. Devers could guess what they were thinking, but he did not want to argue. Time would prove everything.
"The other camps are still fiercely electing, but you chose very quickly," Cherisopus finally stood up and said with a slight hint of mockery.
Devers immediately said, "At this critical juncture, it's better for the whole army to be unified than to be divided!"
Cherisopus was stunned. He did not know much about this young new leader's other abilities, but at least he was eloquent. He reluctantly bowed and said, "Welcome."
Devers returned the bow and said, "It's a pleasure to fight with you!"
For a moment, the tent was silent.
Ten minutes later, Zantiparis came in. He replaced Socrates and became the new leader.
Then, Christiano replaced Achilles and became the new leader.
The last to come in was Hieronymus. He squeezed out Agathia and replaced Proxinus as the new leader. Following him was Xenophon, an acquaintance of the Devers, who became Hieronymus' adjutant.
Everyone was surprised by the Devers' age. Fortunately, it was already afternoon and time was running out.
When everyone arrived, Cherisopus immediately said, "Everyone, let's first decide the retreat route back to Greece. My suggestion is to follow the original route, go north along the Tigris River, enter Armenia, reach the Yoke Sea, and then take a ship back to Aeolia … "
"This is the route that Tisafniss arranged for us. It was originally a conspiracy! I heard that there are many barbarians in the north that even the Persia have a headache over. They are a huge threat to us! "Zantiparis objected.
"Then what's your suggestion? Go west?! Not to mention the longer journey, more importantly, we are now in a state of war with Persia. Every day we stay on Persia's soil is one more day of danger. The Persia can mobilize more soldiers to besiege us at any time! Since the north is a headache for the Persia, it just means that their rule over the north is not strong. This is our opportunity! Those barbarians have no enmity with us. Moreover, we have a common enemy — Persia! " Timason spoke frankly with assurance. It was obvious that he had communicated with Cherisopus before.
As expected, they still had to go north! The Devers saw that Zantiparis had the same expression of agreement as the others.
"Everyone, let's vote. Those who agree to go north, please raise your hands! "Cherisopus said.
Everyone agreed unanimously.
Cherisopus then said, "In order to concentrate our soldiers to fight the Persia and prevent our forces from being too spread out, I suggest that we merge the small mercenary camps like Sosis and Pasion with us. Of course, this depends on the willingness of both parties. "
"If we merge them, how do we distribute the rations? How do we distribute the loot we've collected? " Hieronymus asked seriously.
"I've already said that both parties are willing. If he is willing to join your camp, you can discuss it privately," Timason said impatiently.
Merge the other small camps?! The Devers were tempted. After all, the more soldiers they had, the higher the chances of survival in battle.
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