Helps focused on treating patients and had no time to manage the medical camp and maintain order. Moreover, he was not a person who was good at management, and he preferred to study medical skills. Therefore, after everything went smoothly, Davers had to let the guard captain Hilos stay and temporarily be responsible for the management of the medical camp. However, as Davers's confidant, Shilos was steady and smart. Davers wanted to train him into his own powerful arm. Being the head of a small medical camp, he was really a bit in awesome, so he could only find a suitable position in the future.

Davers returned to his tent, and it was almost dusk.

Finally, he was free, and began to review today's battles, analyze the problems he had in commanding operations, and find better ways to deal with them; at the same time, compare them with the military knowledge he had learned in his previous life. This is his must-do homework before going to bed every day, and it is also a way he thought of to consciously improve his military command ability faster. Some people are always famous generals in their lives, while others can turn war into art at a young age. The most important thing is their attitude towards war.

The last battle allowed Davers to see the restrictions on infantry in the age of cold weapons. The trampling incident caused by fear caused by trampling, which caused great damage to dense formations! Today, he understood the power of the archers to the fully armed heavy infantry.

What if it is to throw javelins against heavy infantry? Davers thought: the lethality is definitely stronger than that of bows and arrows. He once asked Matonis to throw javelins at the abandoned armor, and he could penetrate heavy armor at close range. As for the copper shield, he could also make a hole. Why didn't Tissaffone do this? The answer is obvious. He did not have powerful javelin soldiers in his hands, while the Greek mercenaries had nearly 3,000 light shield soldiers, most of them Thracians. They were the most powerful light shield soldiers in the Mediterranean and had first-class javelin skills.

He also recalled the javelin used by Roman soldiers later. The front end was very thin and it was bent when it was stuck on the shield, becoming a burden for the enemy to move, and had to throw away the shield, thereby effectively reducing the enemy's defense. He even further imagined: What would happen if Tisavonis also had heavy infantry? After thinking about it, Davers felt that the Greeks could only surrender one way. Because even in the Battle of Canny in the previous life, Hannibal dared to creatively face the thick Rome formation with a thin arc line. The most important prerequisite was that his cavalry was much stronger than Rome, so he could defeat the two wings and complete the roundabout encirclement. At this time, the Persian cavalry was dozens of times that of the Greeks...

While using Chinese characters to record his experience on papyrus, Davers continued to think. This time, he stood from the perspective of Tissaffony, thinking about what the Persians would do next...

At this time someone came in: "Captain Davers, someone is looking for you outside."

"Olivers, it's you! Your injuries are healed?" When Davers discovered what was standing in front of him, he looked surprised and did not notice that he looked strange.

"Okay, Helps asked me to come back." Olivers reluctantly explained. In fact, he took the initiative to leave. Seeing that he was not seriously injured, and the medical battalion accepted too many wounded soldiers today, he let him go.

"I just recovered from the injury and should have rested more, why did I come to stand guard? Where is Hilos?" Davers asked with concern. As soon as he said that Hilos was left in the medical camp.

Olivers hurried out and led the visitor in.

The visitor was wearing a flowing Heaton, with a cloak covered with Himachun (i.e., a cloak), and his loose linen could not hide his graceful figure.

"Christoya!" Davers blurted out.

The visitor stretched out his snow-white and slender hands, lifted up Shimachun, revealing her beautiful face. She saluted gracefully, "Captain Davers!"

Olivers winked and retreated.

Davers suddenly remembered that when he was reborn, it was Olivers who said, "Christoya is as beautiful as Aphrodite."

When Cristoya saw Davers distracted, she said in a strange way: "Captain Davers doesn't welcome me?"

"Your arrival made me so happy that I forgot what to say, and your beauty made my mind lose my thinking!" Davers was a nineteen-year-old body, a thirty-five-year-old mind, and there was a bit of teasing in his random praise.

"Captain Davers, you are so good at speaking!" Cristoya smiled and said, "These days, I have heard everyone in the baggage camp betrayal your record! Mitradat and Altaozus, as far as I know, are the excellent generals under Cyrus, who were defeated by you, which is enough to dispel anyone's doubts about your ability. I congratulate you now, I don't know if it's too late?"

"Your words are worth thousands of words!" Davers smiled and said, "You won't come just for congratulations."

"I have a request!" Christoya looked at Davers: "You said 'I can come to you if I have any request'"

"Of course! Of course! Please say."

"I want to go to your medical camp!" Cristoya said seriously.

"What?" Davers thought he had heard it wrong: "Someone in the medical camp is not good to you?"

"Melsis is very good to me." Christoya paused for a moment and thought about his words: "But everyone is busy with marching and fighting, and I am alone... I have been to the medical camp several times, and I think I can do what those female slaves do, and I can do better than them!"

"Are you sure you are going to the medical camp? Where you will see terrible wounds and scarlet blood every day, touch the dirty and smelly bodies of soldiers, comfort patients who are crazy due to the pain, and may even be harassed by them..."

Davers wanted to persuade Cristoya to give up his idea, but she looked firm: "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 were also full of gratitude for these former female slaves..." Cristoya closed her eyes slightly, as if recalling the scene she observed at that time.

Davers looked at her, feeling like she was facing a modern society woman trying to do something meaningful to prove her existence.

"Okay, I agree."

"Really?!" Cristoya opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Greek city-states are actually very conservative about citizens' women. They are under their father's care before marriage, husband's care after marriage, and son's care when they are old. They basically have no freedom of their own (except for civilian women and **). Cristoya lacks a sense of security in her heart, fearing that she will be abandoned by mercenaries if she is idle. She also envies the respect that the female slaves in the medical camp have received. Through contact with Davers, she finds that the young leader is unique, so she tries to make a request, but she does not expect that she will be agreed so soon.

In fact, for Davers, he knew little about the traditional customs of Greece. On the contrary, he had long been accustomed to the concept of gender equality in modern society. Most of the hospitals were women. At the beginning, he opposed it only because he was worried that Cristoya's beauty would cause trouble.

"Really!" Davers said seriously.

Cristoya walked towards him with an excited look on her face, and he couldn't help but stretch out his back and hugged her, which was covered in fragrance. At that moment, the sky thunder caught fire from the earth...

"Olivers, if you don't stand guard, why are you lying by the tent eavesdropping?! This is a violation of military rules and will be driven out of the military camp!" Giogris, who came to change the guard, shouted anxiously.

"Shh!" Olivers made a gesture of silence and said in a mysterious whisper: "Come and listen, the battle is in full swing!"

"The situation of the battle?" Gilgris was a little confused.

Olivers pulled him over, and then he heard the bloody moans and the whispers that made people blush and heartbeat...
Chapter completed!