After a long time, Adjutant Philicius came to report: "The whole army is ready."

Davers announced expressionlessly: "Let's go."

Before, he felt it was not obvious in the team. Now, as the leader, looking down on the overall situation, he discovered the problem. In his previous life, although he was not a soldier, he knew more or less that one of the basis for winning battles in the army was strict discipline and fast maneuver. During military training in college, emergency gatherings were calculated in minutes. Now, it took more than an hour from blowing the trumpet to finishing the line. This dragging extinguished half of his excitement as the leader.

Now, he has no military prestige and can only observe quietly, record all the shortcomings, think about solutions, and wait until the time is ripe before he can discuss the rectification of the army and reform the military system. That may be a long road.

After nearly half of the team left the camp, Phelisius said: "Captain Davers, it's time for us to set off."

Davers nodded, Hilos had already brought his horse. Yesterday, when Davers learned that the leader had a horse, he was quite nervous. He didn't know how to ride a horse in his previous life. Unexpectedly, after riding, he actually controlled the horse. It turned out that one of the most powerful horse riding races in the Mediterranean world at that time was the Thessalis. The original owner of this body had shed sheep and her horse since he was a child. The remaining memories and instinctive body memories were enough to allow Davers to control the horses freely.

He grabbed the reins of the horse, jumped onto the horse, his legs slightly clamped, his war horse raised his head and neighed lightly, moved his four hooves, and trotted forward.

Davers held his head upright and sat upright on it. Yesterday, Thormeed's words made him no longer consider sharing the joys and sorrows with the soldiers, and gave the horses to the elderly, weak and disabled soldiers. Now he needs to do it high and remind the soldiers at all times: He, Davers is the leader of the entire army! As for those ways to win people's hearts, let's talk about it when he becomes a famous general in the world.

Riding on the horse and looking at the storm of moving forward, Davers naturally felt a sense of pride in his heart: Just think of this as a real man!

Davers took the horse slowly, Philicius and Asistes followed closely, followed by the walking guard of Hilos. After leaving the barracks, he advanced a little further, and then he arrived at the place where the whole army gathered.

Davers thought his team was slow to move, but he didn't expect that there were other teams not to arrive. It seemed that delaying action was a common problem for mercenaries, and everyone was used to it.

The Spartan team of Kerithops was already standing in front. When Davers rode over to say hello, there was a lot of commotion in the passing team. Other soldiers in the barracks recognized him as the leader who made a wonderful speech yesterday, but there were still some people who were still high above a young man who was still jealous and dissatisfied. He said bad words questioning his command ability that made Asistes, who was immediately following, blushed and angry. However, Davers seemed to have not heard of it and only cared about moving forward.

Only the team of Kelithops was as quiet as if he had not seen the arrival of him, which made Davers look at these real Spartans seriously: they were wearing full sets of arms, arranged in neat square formations, each with sturdy figures, standing silently, like tall and tall green pine trees, becoming a unique scenery at the confluence of this noisy and murderous eyes. And in their sharp and murderous eyes, Davers felt that once this silence erupted, what a powerful force it would release! Body, skills, tactics, discipline, and integration into one, this is the Spartan!

Davers looked enviously and then: When will he be able to command such elite soldiers? Later, he realized that only about one-third of the soldiers of Kerithops were real Spartan warriors, while the rest were Piriasi.

On both sides of the Spartan army were teams composed of small mercenaries such as Socis and Pascian. After the full army meeting, most of them joined the team of Kerithops, and several other leaders also joined. Only Davers's barracks were no longer interested. Davers also felt helpless.

Davers' army was very fast this time because it basically followed the order when leaving the camp: the outermost one was the heavy infantry column, divided into four rows, and the first column was arranged backward in sequence; the inner side was the light infantry column, divided into two rows, so the columns of the light infantry were the same length, about half a mile long in front and back. When the enemy attacked from the outside of the left wing, the advancing column soldiers could immediately turn right, with the heavy infantry in front and the light infantry behind, and quickly formed a conventional combat formation. The baggage battalion was located on the inside of the light infantry, on the left side of the huge central clearing. Davers and his guard were between the light infantry and the baggage battalion.

After about half an hour, the battalions finished lined up and the sound of the bronze horn sounded again, and we were finally ready to set off.

The marching speed is not fast, mainly due to the burden of various baggage battalions. Tents, food, medicine, items and other supplies that cannot be carried by humans must be carried by cattle and horses. Horses cannot carry too heavy carriages, otherwise the harness will squeeze their necks and suffocate; bulls are stronger than horses, but have poor endurance and are not very reliable in nature.

Davers saw Melsis traveling back and forth in the baggage camp, dealing with unexpected situations, and occasionally asking the soldiers for help. Davers secretly thanked that he followed Melsis's advice and sent him a squadron to assist the baggage camp in advance. Finally, Davers' eyes fell on Cristoya, among the women. Although she was dressed the same, her figure and temperament were as if she was ahead of a flock of chickens, and it was easy to recognize it.

Christoya seemed to have a sense of emotion, turned her head and looked here.

Davers quickly withdrew his gaze.

"A such a marching speed can't walk ten miles in an hour," he said.

"It's good not to have Persian intrusion." Phelisius was so glad that he finished speaking, a commotion came from behind.

"What happened?" Davers' heart tightened and asked hurriedly.

Ascesters immediately sent a messenger to the rear to check.

After a while, the messenger rushed back on horseback: "It was the Persian general Mitradat! He brought about thirty cavalry and loudly persuaded him to surrender not far from the right wing of the entire army!"

Battle against the heart! Davers browsed.

"Mitradat is a general of Little Cyrus, but his trick doesn't work. We have been a Persian once, and only fools will go to it for the second time." Phelis said calmly.

Davers nodded and said, "Supervise Mitradat and continue to inquire!" At the same time, let Yassitus send another messenger so that the message can be sent back alternately.

...

"More than twenty soldiers abandoned their weapons and ran towards the Persians!...They...they surrendered to Mitradat!"

Davers was shocked. It was obvious that Phelisius overestimated the wisdom of the mercenaries. Moreover, Hironimus's troops were quarrels yesterday over the election of the leader. Now Mitradat used lies to tear a crack open to the uncoordinated Hironimus' troops. Will it cause a snowball effect of the entire army? Davers began to worry.

"Mitradat went around the rear of the entire army and shouted to Kriano's troops!... About ten more soldiers threw down their weapons and ran towards the Persians!"

Damn! Daves's worries are coming true.

Phelisius was also nervous.

It seems that Mitradat is ready to circle around the huge formation of the mercenaries and constantly disintegrate the soldiers' fighting spirit. Moreover, he will soon come to Davers' troops!

"It would be great if he could be driven away." Ascesters said hatefully. But he also knew that this was impossible. The other party was a light cavalry, coming and going like the wind, and the mercenaries had no cavalry at all.

"Just shoot him to death with a javelin!" Martonis pulled out the javelin on his back and shouted loudly in the guards.

"How to shoot?! When you get the javelin out, the Persians will run far away! Besides, the javelin is not as far as the Persians' horse bows are shot!" Asisters retorted.

A light of inspiration flashed through Davers' mind, and he asked the messenger anxiously: "How far is it from our array when Mitradat shouted?"

"About a hundred meters away."

"When the surrendered soldiers ran over, did the Persians retreat?"

"No."

...

Davers asked several questions in a row. After receiving the answer, he contempted his eyes against Phelis and the others, and then said to Phelis: "Now, I have an idea, do you think it can work?"
Chapter completed!