Chapter 49
Helpes was focused on treating the patients and had no time to manage the medical camp or maintain order. Moreover, he was not a person who was good at management. He preferred to delve into medical skills. Therefore, after everything was running smoothly, the Devers had no choice but to let the guard captain, Hilos, stay behind and temporarily take charge of the medical camp. However, as the Devers' trusted aide, Hilos was steady and intelligent. The Devers intended to train him to be a powerful helper. It was a waste of his talent to be in charge of a small medical camp. They could only find a suitable position in the future.
By the time the Devers returned to his tent, it was already close to dusk.
Finally free, he began to review the day's battle, analyze the problems he had in commanding the battle, and find a better way to deal with it. At the same time, he compared it with the military knowledge he had learned in his previous life. This was the homework he had to do before going to bed every day, and it was also the method he had come up with to quickly improve his military command ability. Some people had been engaged in war all their lives and remained mediocre generals, while others could turn war into an art at a young age. The most important thing was their attitude towards war.
The last battle had shown the Devers the limitations of the terrain and space on infantry in the era of cold weapons. Trampling incidents caused by fear could cause great damage to a compact formation! Today, he understood the powerlessness of an archer against a fully-armed heavy infantry.
What if they threw javelins at heavy infantry? The Devers thought, 'The lethality would definitely be stronger than bows and arrows. I once asked Martonis to throw a javelin at an abandoned armor, and it could completely penetrate heavy armor at close range. As for copper shields, it could also pierce a hole. So why didn't Tisafniss do the same?' The answer was obvious. He did not have strong javelin soldiers, but the Greek mercenaries had nearly 3,000 light shield soldiers, most of whom were Thracians. They were the best light shield soldiers in the entire Mediterranean Sea, and their javelin skills were first-rate.
He also thought of the javelins used by the Roman soldiers later on. The javelins had a very thin front, and when they hit a shield, they would bend and become a burden to the enemy's movements. They would have to throw the shield away, effectively reducing the enemy's defense. He even imagined what would happen if Tisafniss also had heavy infantry? Devers, after much contemplation, concluded that the Greeks had no choice but to surrender. Even during the Battle of Cannae in his previous life, Hannibal was outnumbered. He dared to creatively use a thin, curved line to face the Roman army. The most important prerequisite was that his cavalry was much stronger than the Roman cavalry. Only then could he defeat the flanks and complete the encirclement. At this time, the Persia cavalry was ten times stronger than the Greeks.
Dyvers wrote down his experiences on the papyrus in Chinese characters as he continued to think. This time, he thought about what the Persia would do from Tisafniss' point of view.
At this moment, someone came in. "Leader Devers, someone is looking for you outside."
"Olivers, it's you! Are your wounds all healed?! " When the Devers saw that it was Olivers standing in front of him, he was so surprised that he didn't notice the strange look on his face.
"It's okay, Herpes asked me to come back." Olivers reluctantly explained. In fact, he had asked to leave. Herpes saw that he was fine, and there were too many wounded soldiers in the medical camp today, so he let him go.
"You just recovered, you should rest more. Why are you standing guard? Where's Hilos? "Devers asked with concern. As soon as the words left his mouth, he remembered that he had left Hilos in the medical camp.
Olivers hurriedly went out and brought the visitor in.
The visitor was wearing an elegant Hilton with a Himachun (cloak) over her head. The loose linen clothes couldn't hide her graceful figure.
"Christoya!" Devers blurted out.
The visitor stretched out her snow-white and slender hands and lifted the Himachun, revealing a beautiful face. She gracefully bowed and said, "Leader Devers!"
Olivers winked and left.
Devers suddenly remembered that when he was reincarnated, it was Olivers who said that Christoya was as beautiful as Aphrodite.
Christoya saw that the Devers were distracted and said, "Leader Devers, you don't welcome me?"
"Your arrival made me so happy that I forgot what to say, and your beauty made my brain lose its ability to think!" Devers had a 19-year-old body and a 35-year-old mind. There was a hint of provocation in his casual praise.
"Leader Devers, you really know how to talk!" Kristoya smiled sweetly and said: "In the past few days, I heard everyone in the supply camp praising your achievements! Mitradat and Artauzus, as far as I know, were outstanding generals under Cyrus the Younger, but they were both defeated by you. It's enough to dispel anyone's doubts about your ability. Is it too late for me to congratulate you?! "
"A word from you is worth a thousand words from others!" Devers laughed. "You didn't come just to congratulate me, did you?"
"I have a request!" Christoya looked at Devers. "You said that if I have any request, I can come to you."
"Of course! Of course! Please say it. "
"I want to go to your medical camp!" Christoya said seriously.
"What?" Devers thought they had heard wrong. "There are people in the medical camp who are not good to you?"
"Mercies is very good to me." Christoya paused and deliberated over her words. "But everyone is busy with marching and fighting, and I'm the only one with nothing to do … I've been to the medical camp several times. I think I can do what those slaves do, and I can do it better than them!"
"Are you sure you want to go to the medical camp? There, you will see terrible wounds and scarlet blood every day. You will touch the dirty and smelly bodies of the soldiers, comfort the patients who have gone mad from the pain, and you may even be harassed by them … "
Devers wanted to persuade Christoya to give up on his idea, but she looked determined. "I'm not afraid! In fact, you don't know much about the wounded soldiers in your camp. Not only did they not bully them, but they have always been grateful to them … "Christoya closed her eyes slightly, as if recalling the scene she had observed at that time.
Devers looked at her and felt like he was facing a modern woman who was trying to do something meaningful to prove her existence.
"Okay, I agree."
"Really?!" Christoya's eyes widened in disbelief. The Greek city-states were actually very conservative with their women. They were under the control of their fathers before marriage, their husbands after marriage, and their sons when they were old. They basically had no freedom of their own (except for civilian women and slaves of course). Christoya lacked a sense of security. She was afraid that she would be abandoned by the mercenaries if she had nothing to do, and she envied the respect that the female slaves in the medical camp received. Through her contact with Devers, she found that this young leader was different from the others, so she tried to make a request. She did not expect to get an answer so quickly.
In fact, for Devers, he did not know much about traditional Greek customs. On the contrary, he had long been accustomed to the concept of equality between men and women in modern society. The majority of the people in the hospital were women. At first, he only objected because he was worried that Christoya's beauty would attract trouble.
"Really!" Devers said seriously.
Christoya walked toward him with a face full of excitement, and he could not help but stretch out his back and pull her into his arms. At that moment, it was as if the heavens had touched the earth …
"Olivers, why aren't you standing guard? Why are you lying beside the tent and eavesdropping?! This is a violation of military rules, and you'll be kicked out of the camp! "Giogris, who had come to change shifts, shouted anxiously.
"Shh!" Olivers made a shushing gesture and whispered mysteriously, "Come and listen, the battle inside is fierce!"
"Battle?" Gilgris was a little confused.
Olivers pulled him over, and then he heard blood-curdling moans coming from inside the tent, as well as whispers that made his face blush and his heart race …
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