Chapter 51
"That's a good idea, but I don't think the Persia have the guts to stay and attack us," Zantiparis said regretfully.
"Yeah, the cowardly Persia are like rabbits," Timason cursed. The casualties of the soldiers made him angry but helpless.
"Let me lead the soldiers around the mountain!" Xenophon volunteered.
Hieronymus's expression changed. He remembered how Xenophon's reckless attack had caused most of the soldiers to be injured.
"I think Xenophon can do it!" The Devers immediately agreed.
"We don't have time to waste. We have to act now, or we might have to spend the night in the mountains!" Creano said anxiously as he looked up at the sky.
Thus, Xenophon's request for battle was quickly approved, and the leaders went back to reorganize their troops.
The Devers fell behind, deep in thought.
Seeing this, Charlesoops stopped in his tracks and turned back to ask, "What are you thinking, Chief Devers?"
The Devers was surprised to see the usually taciturn Charlesoops take the initiative to ask them a question. "I'm thinking … hmm … luckily the Persia didn't build a defensive camp on the mountain, or we would have suffered great losses."
"You think too highly of Tisafniss. Don't think that the Persia cavalry and archers move fast, but their overall marching speed is much slower than ours. The Persia nobles led by Tisafniss are not as hardy as us Greeks. When they march to war, they have to bring luxurious tents, beautiful concubines, dancers, and a large number of slaves. Every day, they have to wait for the sun to rise before they start marching, or else it would be too cold. At dusk, they have to set up camp far away from the enemy because it would be too dark. Under their influence, how could the Persia soldiers not be affected? I reckon that the Persia soldiers who attacked us just arrived, "Charlesoops analyzed seriously.
The Devers understood. He had thought that the mercenaries were already overstaffed, but the Persia were even worse. He thought for a moment and said, "If the Persia divided the light infantry into a few more teams and hid them in the forest, behind, flanks, and in front of our army, then attacked in turn, would it be more effective?"
Kelethorpes frowned and asked, "You mean …"
"Just like what happened just now, the Persia on the mountain in front of us launched an attack. When we drove them away and thought it was safe, the Persia attacked us from behind … and then … not only did this cause our army to suffer more losses, but it also forced us to run back and forth and disperse our forces. We had to be very careful with every step we took, which greatly slowed down our marching speed."
Charlesthorpes looked at him in surprise. "You're always thinking about these things …"
It was rare for Devers to see such an obvious expression on Charlesthorpes' face. He said with some embarrassment, "It's because I lack experience. I have to learn more and think more …"
Chalisthorpes regained his deadpan expression. "This is indeed a good idea, but not just anyone can use it, because to complete such a tactic, the soldiers' courage, training, and the ability of the generals are all relatively high. Do you think this Persian army can do it?"
Devers shook his head.
Charlesthorpes gave him a deep look and said, "If you have any ideas in the future, let's discuss them together." With that, he strode away.
… …
A single attack by the Persia caused more than a thousand casualties among the mercenaries, more than half of whom were non-combatants.
The Devers' camp suffered more than 150 casualties, and most of the pack animals were wounded. Therefore, nearly half of the soldiers had to go to the supply camp to help carry supplies and help the wounded.
The majority of the mercenaries were affected and moved more slowly than before, but the vanguard troops progressed smoothly. As Xenophon quickly led the troops around the mountain, the Persia were very worried. They were afraid of being attacked from both the front and the back, so they did not dare to block the way in front. The mercenaries passed through the mountain area relatively smoothly.
At dusk, the soldiers found the Persia villages in front of them. What happened next was the same as before. The mercenaries looted the villages and set up camp. Fortunately, they also found a large number of supplies collected by these villages to provide to the army of Tisafonis. After the soldiers enjoyed a sumptuous meal, their morale was boosted. The medical camp of the Devers became busy again until late at night …
… …
After the passion, Christoya's body went limp as she lay on top of the Devers. The Devers' hands stroked her smooth and elastic skin back and forth. The two were still immersed in the fierce battle …
After a long time, the Devers said, "Helpes said that you learned very quickly in the medical camp and did a good job helping him manage the wounded soldiers and female slaves. The wounded soldiers are very obedient to you. He even gave you the nickname 'Persephone of the human world'."
"Yes." Christoya snorted softly, raised her head slightly, and smiled slyly. "Then wouldn't I become your mistress!"
Dyvers' gaze swept past her beautiful smile, her long, slender neck, and her snow-white skin that was partially exposed under the lining. Suddenly, the desire in his heart rose again, and he could not hold it in anymore. He pressed her under his body again and said in a hurry, "I just like mistress …"
Christoya pretended to be surprised and smiled. "You're blaspheming the gods."
"I'm not afraid!" The Devers pressed closer to her …
Christoya trembled all over and hugged the arms of the Devers tightly.
… …
"Devers."
"Yes."
"Do you know why the wounded soldiers listen to me?"
"I don't know." In fact, the Devers knew.
"I asked Hilos to tell them, 'I'm your woman!' Now that you have a high prestige among the mercenaries, they will have some scruples. I also asked Helpes to give the last treatment to a wounded soldier who tried to violate me. His screams didn't stop until the night. I thought this would also give them a good warning! … Devers … Do you think I … "Christoya leaned on the Devers weakly and murmured.
"You've done very well. You're more outstanding than I thought!" The Devers sniffed her black hair and said, "Hilos can't stay in the medical camp all the time. Helpes is focused on improving his medical skills. I want you to manage the medical camp."
"What did you say?! You want me to manage the medical camp?! "There was a hint of surprise in Christoya's eyes.
"Didn't you say before that your father was busy with politics in Miletus, and you have been helping him manage the slaves on the farm? These past few days, your performance in the medical camp also shows that you are fully capable of managing this small team. " The Devers was used to the tradition of equality between men and women in his previous life. He would not be like the Greeks of this era who firmly bound women to the home. He did not mind women showing up in public and even performing better than him. "Of course, Helpes is still the medical officer in name. After all, he has to consider other people's opinions, but in reality, you are in charge of the management. Wait a moment, I will talk to Helpes. "
"Devers!" Christoya hugged him tightly and said excitedly, "It's great that I am following you!"
"Don't get excited. You still have a mission. Try to get the doctors from other camps who came to help in the medical camp to stay voluntarily, and the wounded soldiers as well. "The Devers patted her back and said.
"Yes, Leader!" Krystoya was naked, and she bowed with a charming smile. She was indescribably sexy and seductive. If it wasn't for the fact that Dyvers was already exhausted, he would definitely do it again.
Seeing the Devers's eyes that were about to spit fire, Christoya quickly put on Heaton and said, "Devers, I can understand that you want to expand the medical camp because the medical camp is really understaffed. But why do you want to persuade the wounded soldiers to stay? "
Of course, the Devers could not say that he felt a strong sense of insecurity coming to this strange world. Therefore, the more soldiers he commanded, the more he could dispel the anxiety in his heart. Facing Christoya's curious gaze, he revealed a trace of his true intentions. "The road home is still long, and I don't know how many difficulties there will be. Instead of being commanded by others, it is better to command the soldiers themselves. It is safer this way, and they can better use their abilities!"
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