"Chief, Thormid was on the order of Kelithops to come and confirm whether the situation was true." Yassitus reported.

Thormid also stepped forward to salute.

"Okay." Davers nodded in agreement, knowing that this was a normal procedure. With Kristops' caution he had to confirm that Cristoya voluntarily asked to come to Davers' camp, not to be coerced.

The Tolmede, known as the first commissar in the army, is obviously much better than Yassestus. He faces the beautiful and charming Cristoya with a calm expression. After asking the situation in detail, he turned to Davers and said, "Since Cristoya voluntarily asked to come to you, Kerithops and several other leaders said before I came, 'Although Little Cyrus is dead, he is always a good friend of the Greeks! We cannot forget his help to Greece! To his concubine and Cristoya, who is also our Greeks, we must take good care of it. This is the way for us Greeks to treat guests!' I hope that the leader Davers will take good care of Cristoya and not let her be bullied!"

I'm afraid we can't forget Cyrus's help to Sparta! Davers complained in his heart and asked, "How is Timasong's attitude towards this matter?"

Thormid understood what Davers was worried about and answered without hesitation: "Captain Timasong has no objection to this!"

"That's good!" Davers nodded: "Assisters, bring Cristoya to Melsis and let him be responsible for the settlement!"

"Yes!" Ascesters replied excitedly.

"Thank you, Chief Davers." Christoya walked out with a calm expression.

"Christoya! If you have any difficulties, you can tell me directly!" Davers couldn't help but shout again.

"I will." A smile flashed across Cristoya's face.

After the two went out, Thormid smiled at him, "Captain Davers, you are worthy of being the 'gods'. Not only did you speak well, but you even put on the most beautiful woman in the mercenary camp on your own initiative!"

"The first commemorative officer in the entire army not only sends the order accurately, but also speaks so well in flattery!"

The two laughed.

Thormid looked at the young but experienced leader and asked seriously: "When I came in, I noticed that there were no guards outside your tent."

Davers did not directly say that it was because of the hasty time and had not had time to arrange it, but asked humbly: "Before today, I was an ordinary soldier. The brothers in the battalion trusted me and unanimously elected me to become the new leader. I immediately arranged the guards to isolate myself from my brothers. Will they feel that I have changed?"

Thormid said seriously: "Military rules are military rules. They are formulated to ensure victory in the battle! Look at how much chaos the entire army is caused by the Klierkus and others. You should know that your life safety is very important to your military camp! At the same time, setting up guards can also prevent idle personnel from frequently entering and leaving the military tent, interfering with your thinking and rest, which is equally important!"

Davers nodded and said, "Thank you for your teachings, I understand!"

Thormid looked at Davers' modest look and couldn't feel any contempt in his heart. He said affirmatively: "It's not easy to be a good leader, but I believe you can do it well!"

"Thank you for your encouragement!" Thormid's words dispelled Davers' last concern.

He sent Tolmede away and when Yassites came back, he immediately said to him: "Go to find Antonios and ask him to send Hilos squad as my escort."

"I understand!" Yassistus turned around and was stopped by Davers: "Yass, I just became the leader and I am not very familiar with military affairs. If there are any omissions, you should point me out directly."

Ascesters blinked and said without hesitation: "Then I will say one first. You should add two messengers to me, otherwise it will take time to send orders when fighting." Indeed, the fourteen squadron leaders, plus the baggage battalion and the wartime hospital, only one person can convey orders, but it takes a lot of time. In battle, time is life.

I was neglected! Davers hurriedly said, "Yes, you can go to the entire camp to choose the personnel."

"And there is a horse."

"Look for Mercis."

Ascesters went out excitedly.

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"Hillos, you're finally here, come in quickly!" Davers stepped forward happily.

"Chief!" Hilos immediately saluted.

"All good brothers, just call me my name in private." Davers gave him a warm hug.

"I have said long ago that Davers will never forget us even if he becomes the leader! He is not Menon, he is Davers!" Martonis hit Davers in the chest with his fist.

Davers smiled and said, "I have added a task to you, so I won't blame me."

"The guards are treated better than ordinary soldiers. You are taking care of us. Don't worry, with us here, no one can hurt you!" Martonis patted his chest and made a promise.

"Protecting me is your duty, Matonis, if I get hurt, you will be punished! At that time, I will only give you half of the food!" In front of my former comrades-in-arms, Davers deliberately created a relaxed atmosphere.

"Damn, you're even more terrifying than Menon!" Martonis scratched his head and complained.

Everyone laughed.

"Davers, don't worry, I will arrange the guard's affairs!" Hilos said solemnly.

Davers nodded.

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Next, Davers called Marige to be his guide.

Because Clierkus' death made Marigi feel worried. At the same time, Greek mercenaries started a war with the Persians, he no longer had to worry about being discovered. He readily agreed to Davers' request.

Davers learned in detail about the terrain of the road ahead and the situation of the surrounding barbarians, especially the Dukeya people...

As soon as he saw Maliji away, he found that Matonis was standing at the door of the tent in full arms. Seeing Matonis staring ahead intently, Davers did not disturb him. When he turned around, he suddenly saw Matonis having two short javelins inserted in the back and stopped.

The arrangement of the Greek heavy infantry with javelins was a failed proposal by Davers. At that time, he remembered the Roman heavy infantry in history, hoping that the Greek heavy infantry that could only fight close to each other could also have projection firepower in the near range and attack the fast-moving Persian cavalry. With this proposal, who knew that for a long time, the Hippola armies were safe and sound. The two javelins they carried became a burden, which was not conducive to the marching. Most soldiers threw the javelins, but only the Hilos team firmly believed that Davers was still carrying the javelins. However, they cut the javelins one meter long, inserted them on the back, and fixed them with straps. This was convenient to insert and remove, and was also conducive to carrying.

The battles in the future may be useful one day, Davers thought to himself.

That night, Davers did not sleep soundly. After all, the next day was his first time leading troops to march, and it might be his first time leading troops to fight. It was impossible not to be nervous, and he tossed and turned until late at night before falling asleep.

The next day, he was woken up by Ascesters.

"When is this?" Davers asked a little guiltyly.

"The soldiers are having a meal, it's still early to leave." Ascesters said, serving him breakfast: two pieces of bread, a slice of cheese, a sausage, and a glass of water.

"It's very rich, the soldiers also eat this?" Davers asked, pointing to breakfast.

"As much. Because there may be a battle today, you must eat more to have strength." Yassitus replied.

Davers felt relieved.

After dinner, a long bronze horn sounded at the camp. Davers began to wear armor, but the other equipment remained unchanged, and only changed to a red helmet with feathers on the top.

The soldiers were also dressed neatly, came out one after another, began to dismantle the tents and sent them to the baggage camp.

Then they started line up.

"First Squadron! First Squadron!..."

"Second Squadron! The Second Squadron is here!..."

"Brothers from the 4th team of the Fifth Squadron are here!"

The shouts were heard one after another, and there were horses and cows mooing from time to time. It was the baggage camp that was loading the carriages for the beasts. The whole camp was like a noisy market...
Chapter completed!