"That's because there is only a small dock here!" Bulkos was so angry that his chest was fluctuating sharply. He had noticed it just now. After almost walking through the market, he finally understood: the reason why the types of buying and selling here are so complete is not the needs of mercenaries, but the needs of merchants and residents around him. No matter how wide the Krati River is, it is not as vast as the sea. When there are too many merchant ships, it takes time to wait to enter the port of Turiyi, and after entering the market, transactions are still subject to taxes. Now, mercenaries are building directly near the coast.

After a market, the ships can unload the goods as soon as they arrive at the dock on the coast. When they enter the market, they only need to have an Opol (there is equal to none) and there is no need to pay taxes. As for the buyers, Turiyi is not far from here, a large number of sailors, fishermen... etc. They are mainly free people, not Turiyi citizens, and are willing to take a few more steps to buy items cheaper than in Turiyi market (because there is no tax, so it is cheaper), not to mention that there are merchants from various city-states attracted by the exotic style of mercenaries selling items.

Seeing Marigi lowering his head, looking willing to be criticized, although Burkos was angry, he didn't want to say more: "Forget it, I will tell Davers about this! You can't make a decision, you are just a Persian slave."

When Mariji heard this, she trembled all over and almost cursed: You are a Persian slave! Your whole family is a Persian slave! Do you, a Greek barbarian, have the eyesight? I have been the royal merchant of the Persian royal family!!

Fortunately, he finally held back, but didn't want to talk more, and fell behind Bulcos and the others.

When approaching the west gate of the market, Bulcos found that it was made of half a person's height earthen wall, which separated an area with a large shed made of wood. Compared to the noisy stall in front, it was quieter, but there was a long line at the entrance...

"This is..." Bulkos asked in confusion.

Although Mariji felt in his heart, for the sake of publicity, he had to explain: "This is a clinic. The doctors in our military camp followed the leader of Davers for a long time and had excellent medical skills. Many people with long-term infections have improved after their treatment, so they are very popular now. It is often at dusk, and the market is about to close, and the patients are still unwilling to leave."

"Is it so powerful?" Bulcos was a little surprised, and Moras whispered in his ear: "Master, you can come here to see your old lady's illness, maybe they really have a way to cure it."

Burkos looked at the long queue in front of the shed, nodded, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Do you think these doctors learned medical skills from Davers? How can Davers still see a doctor?"

"That's of course! The leader is favored by Hades and will certainly understand the mystery of the disease that can bring death to people." Mariji said proudly.

Burkos did not comment and left the market. After saying goodbye to Marigi, Moras asked: "Master, are there really people in this world who are good at commanding battles, doing business, and treating diseases?"

"Isn't Davers the one? He is also the god of Hades." Burkos said calmly.

Walking a few hundred meters westward, the camp where Davers is located is in sight. It is more accurate than a camp: a trench three meters wide and three meters deep, and a 2-meter-high wooden fence on the three-meter-high earth block as a protection. Sentinels can be seen patrolling behind the wooden wall, so it can be judged that there are walkways on the wooden wall. There are multiple sentry towers inside the wall, which are as high as six meters high, and you can overlook the trench and the dead corners under the wooden wall. There are wooden doors in the middle of the wooden wall, and a simple city tower is built above...

Burkos and Moras walked carefully along the straight road in front of the camp gate, because there were several large wooden signs on the side of the road, prompting: "If there is a trap, please go to the avenue!"

While observing the metallic luster faintly reflected in the weed half a man tall on the road, Moras wondering what traps might be, he sighed and said, "Master, our defense facilities in Tuliyi are not as complicated as here."

Burcos looked a little gloomy, and he was always worried about a problem: the mercenaries built this place like a city. What would the Crotones think when they saw it?

The guards at the camp gate asked about their intentions and immediately sent someone in to report.

After a while, Ascesters came out and led the two in.

The weeds and stones in the camp were cleaned up, and the ground was flat and clean. Behind the wooden wall, a wooden walkway was indeed laid, so that the wooden wall beyond the walkway could just block the soldiers' chests. There were several wide wooden ladders to reach the walkway. The tents were also neatly arranged. There was a wide open space between the tent and the wooden wall. There was a wide passage between the four or five tents. The passage went directly to the center of the camp, and a circular wooden fence was built in the center of the camp.

Seeing that Burkos was confused, Ascesters explained: "It is usually the base for the baggage battalion and medical battalion, as well as the leaders and team officials. When fighting, once the periphery is broken by the enemy, we can retreat inside and continue to defend."

"This is really the most complicated and thoughtful military camp I have ever seen!" Even though he had some opinions about the mercenaries, Bulkos couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

Ascesters smiled complacently: "Chief Davers said that this is the most basic camp construction, more complex, and we can't use it now. He said, 'War has never been defeated. A strong camp can provide protection for soldiers when they fail, reduce casualties and rebuild morale. So no matter how hard it is, you must build it patiently and carefully, sweat more in peacetime and less bleeding during wartime..."

"Sweat more often in normal times, and you can only shed less blood during war..." Bulkos whispered these two sentences. He suddenly realized that what he was about to meet was a mercenary leader with rich experience in war. The generals of Turiyi made plans in advance without discussing with Davers and the others, and asked him to follow the implementation. Is this appropriate?

At this time, Moras asked in confusion: "Why? Only a few soldiers were seen in the camp?"

“Brothers are all participating in the ‘tug-of-war’ competition behind.”

"Tug of war?" Both of them were curious when they heard this strange word.

In fact, there was a huge shouting sound in front of him. Ascestes simply took them around the circular wooden fence in the center and walked forward into a wide field. What was revealed in front of him were dense people. Thousands of soldiers formed five or six large circles, and each of them flushed and excited, clenched their fists and shouted in the circle.

"Come on, the second team of the first company!"

"Come on, the fourth team of the fifth company!"

"Come on! Come on! Work harder!"

"Oh, win!"

...

Bulcos had only seen such a lively and exciting scene at the sports meeting. He had not seen the real scene yet, and just listening to the shouts, his blood was already boiling.

Ascesters saw the thoughts of the two of them, and squeezed into a circle and let them go in and watch, while he went to call the leader first.

On the ground in the middle of the circle is a rope that is forty meters long. It should be composed of several marine cables mixed together, with feet as thick as fists.

At this time, a man in the central open space shouted: "In the next round, the third team of the second company vs. the first team of the seventh company, please enter!"

Soon, more than a hundred strong men walked into the circle. After the man confirmed the number and name, he said, "Please prepare both sides."

So both sides picked up the rope.

Then Burkos discovered that there was a red rope tied to the center of the rope, and there was a heavy object hanging on the head of the rope, pointing directly to a white line on the ground, and there was a white line on both sides of the white line.

The man who was considered a referee of the sports meet by Burkos announced loudly: "The game begins!"

The hundreds of strong men from both sides tried their best to pull the ropes to their side. The cheers around and cheers sounded like tsunamis...

Just look at the red rope that goes to the left and right, swinging back and forth... After a period of stalemate, it moved significantly to the left... The cheering sound also reached its peak.

Finally, the red rope reached the white line on the left.

The referee waved: The game ends!

Cheers and sighs sounded at the same time...
Chapter completed!