"The disaster for the Persians is coming!!" Matonis laughed happily, as if the Greeks really did.

"It seems that the Persians really want to send us away!" Hilos said with some understanding.

Perhaps Tissofnis just wanted you to think so. Davers thought to himself, without saying it, he always felt that Tissofnis was not simple. After all, his thoughts were different from the Greeks of this era. Based on his in-depth contact with Greek soldiers during this period, he found that most of these Greeks grew up listening to their parents' stories about how to attack Persians since childhood, advocating power, and likes face-to-face fighting. Even if they use tricks, they are mostly conspiracies. In dealing with conspiracies, their brains are indeed fewer than those of the Persians.

It was because Davers knew that Tissaffenis was a clever politician that he was uneasy in his heart: "Xenophon, do you know our marching route?"

"I don't know very well, it was all decided by Tissaffenis, Clierkus, and Aliros. However, it was definitely not the way to come. Because you know-" Xenophon shrugged: "Your leader Menon took the lead and collected a lot of good things along the way. The local Persians have hatred for us... Don't worry, we will go back!"

Collect? I think it is robbery! I'm afraid in the eyes of Persians, we are invaders! We are robbers! When Davers heard this, he was always a little irritated. He let out a sigh of relief and calmed his mood as much as possible: "Do you know the mountains, rivers, cities, and roads in Persia?"

"Davs, it was the first time I went deep into Persia. In addition to knowing several famous cities in the book, such as Babylon, Susa, Persepolis, etc., I don't know where they are..." Xenophon raised a stack of papyrus in his hand and said excitedly: "However, I briefly recorded the situations I see every day. After I go back, I will write them out so that the Greeks can understand the situation in Persia!"

Davers smiled bitterly: Well, I know you will write a book called "Long March" in the future, but it will not solve the urgent problems now.

Where can I find someone familiar with Persian geography? Davers thought to himself in distress...

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As time goes by, although the Greek mercenaries and Persian troops camped at camps, they went to the river to fetch water and collect firewood. The soldiers on both sides would always meet. They often had a fight and would fight at a disagreement, which increased the dissatisfaction between the two sides.

A few days later, he arrived at the Fiscus River and met the army led by another brother of Persian King Artaxerxes. He came to help the king. After he arrived, the war had ended, so he had to lead his troops back.

Cliercus was afraid of an accident and ordered the entire army to be fully armed, with baggage in the center, and to keep the combat column moving westward. The Persian army was not surprised by the Greeks who appeared here. They may have received notification from Tissaffony, and they continued to march eastward. The two armies were only a few dozen meters away from each other. At first glance, they could even see the appearance and expression of the other party, and the degree of tension could be imagined.

However, it also made Davers see the full picture of the Persian army for the first time: the two-person chariot and four-person chariot walking in the front, with two-person chariot pulling each other. One of the chariots was the chariot, responsible for driving the chariot, and the other one to two soldiers should be responsible for fighting. You can see spears inserted in the carriage, shields and bows and arrows. There are only a dozen chariots, and I don’t see the legendary long sickle chariot (that is, long sharp blades extending out of the axle of the wheel), but you can understand that this long sickle can definitely be disassembled, otherwise it will be easy to hurt your own people when marching.

Behind the chariot are cavalry. Most horses are about 1.4 meters tall, which is obviously shorter than the horses Davers saw in the Olympics in his previous life. They have bridles, but no saddles, and of course there are no stirrups, and only have a thick blanket on the horse's back. Some of the cavalry on the horse, some wear helmets, some of them are soft hats, no leather armor and heavy shields, and all wear short robes. They have a variety of weapons in their hands: the most horse archers, followed by the javes, then the spear cavalry, and a few hold short hammers...

Hundreds of cavalry rushed past, and a huge infantry team appeared in front of them. After watching for a while, Davers discovered that the Persian infantry marching team was mixed: a large shield hand with a high shield that was as high as a human shoulder and wide as a shield that could hide people. He followed a spearman, followed by six or seven archers, and then repeated.

This is very similar to the battle sequence of Persian infantry mentioned by Antonios: when the enemy is caught, the large shield hand is the first row, and the shield wall is erected to protect the formation. The spearmen resist the enemy coming to fight to prevent them from rushing the shield wall. The archers behind use bows and arrows to kill the enemy in large quantities. Whether it is the large shield hand, spearman, or archers, they all have a common feature, light armor or even no armor. In addition to the previous cavalry, Davers can easily make a judgment: the Persian army is a unit with excellent long-range lethality, strong mobility, but weak close combat. No wonder they are always defeated by the Greeks in battle, because in the face-to-face battle, their infantry is not an opponent at all under the impact of the heavy Greek infantry. The characteristics of the Persian army are more suitable for long-range killing and harassment without close-range, and even larger-scale roundabout maneuvering combat.

The two armies passed each other and nothing happened, and a false alarm was caused.

After this little episode, the troops quickly entered Media. This land once raised the fierce Media people. The Media Kingdom they founded was once a nightmare for the people of the Mesopotamians. However, hundreds of years have passed, and the glory has disappeared. This land under Persia has become a bit desolate for some reasons, and the terrain has begun to rise and fall.

Due to the decrease in market supply, the two armies set up camp, and the battles between them began to increase in order to compete for resources...

"Davs, the... tied leggings you made are really useful! I walked for another day today. If I had walked in the afternoon, my calves would have been swollen and could not move, but now I don't have to worry about these!" Shilos sat in the tent, unbuttoning his leggings while exclaiming.

"Of course, we Davers are the 'gods'! With the blessing of Pluto, can the solution he came up with is useless? Now, many of the companions in other teams are also learning to use leggings!" Olivers said proudly.

Davers didn't speak, and now he heard so much good things like this, and he was even a little numb. He knew very well that some of the small measures he knew in his previous life were just to improve the marching conditions of the soldiers and enhance his influence in Menon's military camp, but it would not change the situation of the entire Greek mercenary.

"Davs, it has been rumored in the team these days that the Persians are going to attack us, capture us and dedicate us to the King of Persia as slaves. Do you think... will this be true?!" The voice of Giorgris came from the corner.

This is exactly the question Davers has been thinking about just now. Although there have been suspicions between the two armies before, such rumors can spread quickly within one or two days and become known to everyone. With his experience in his previous life, it is impossible for no one to push them behind them.

Are they Persians? Or ourselves? Why do we spread such rumors? Let the Hippo agreement break down? Let the Greeks collapse?...Davs had no idea for a moment. Facing everyone's concerning eyes, he smiled bitterly in his heart, but said calmly: "Don't make it so nervous, we just need to be vigilant. Haven't we spent all these days safely!"

As he was talking, a person got into the tent.

"Matonis, you're out to fight again!" Hilos said with a little reproach when he saw the bruises on Matonis's face.

Matonis spitted a mouthful of blood and said excitedly: "Don't think that the Persians can't fight, the fight is not weak. Martius and I, a dozen people, beat them more than 20 people, took a lot of effort to beat them away!"

He said, sitting on his bed, rubbing his cheeks, and saying mysteriously: "I'm not only going to fight, I've also heard of a news."

"What news?" asked Hilos.

Martonis glanced at everyone and said loudly: "Further forward is Little Cyrus and his mother's fiefdom. I heard that there are many villages there, and they are relatively wealthy!"

"So we can eat something good!" Olivers shouted happily.

Others were also a little excited. They were not well fed these days, and no one was full.
Chapter completed!