"Giogris, hold Asistes down for me."
"Herpus, fold the linen cloth in the cool water and place it on his forehead. Also, keep wiping both sides of his neck with another linen cloth."
"Hilos, wring out the linen cloth that has been scalded in boiling water and wipe around the wound."
"Take the knife out of the boiling water and roast it over the fire."
When Davos took the knife, he hesitated. After all, the previous steps were common sense, something that modern people would do. But this wound was wedge-shaped, and it had to be opened for debridement. He had only seen barefoot doctors do this for injured farmers in mountain villages in his previous life because the hospital was too far away.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Giogris, hold him tight!" With that, he cut open the skin.
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"He's quieter now!" Herpus exclaimed in surprise.
Davos wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at Asistes, who was no longer struggling, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Keep wiping his forehead and neck with cool water, and… pay attention to the linen cloth on the wound. If you find it covered with pus again, clean it again according to my previous method…"
"Okay, Davos!" At this moment, Herpus's respectful attitude was as if Davos was his teacher.
Davos glanced at the small piece of wood shavings taken from the depths of the wound, and a sense of accomplishment arose spontaneously.
He, Hilos, and Giogris walked out of the house, and the people waiting anxiously outside swarmed up to inquire about Asistes's condition.
"He's much better!" Giogris said proudly.
The people let out surprised cheers.
Davos hurriedly said, "Asistes is not out of danger yet. These two days are the most dangerous time for him. He must rely on himself to fight the disease. Herpus will take care of him with all his might according to my method."
Davos then said to Antonios, "Be sure to give your nephew more water, but remember not to drink raw water, but boiled and cooled water. Also, after he wakes up a bit, cook oatmeal porridge for him to drink."
"But he will vomit it out." Antonios said embarrassedly.
"If he vomits, feed him again. He is consuming too much and needs food to support him." Davos sighed, glanced at the people around him, and said, "Asistes needs quiet recuperation, don't let others go in to disturb him. Keep the house ventilated, it is best to make a fire to make the air drier…"
Antonios carefully remembered, and finally couldn't help but ask again: "If everything is done well, can Asistes get better?"
Davos was silent: If it were in his previous life, a bottle of antibiotics would solve the problem. But this is an ignorant era of lack of medicine, coupled with the fact that he is also a half-baked doctor.
He couldn't make a conclusion, so he could only say, "We will do our best. In the end, it still depends on himself." Looking at the slightly admiring eyes of the crowd, he hurriedly said goodbye and left.
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"Sorry, I have to go back."
"Wait a little longer, Davos will be back soon."
When Davos and others returned to their dormitory, they saw Matonis pulling a person hard.
Seeing Davos, he shouted happily: "Hey, Davos, you're finally back! I helped you bring Xenophon here!"
Xenophon?! Davos widened his eyes, and the man was also staring at him.
In Davos's eyes: Xenophon was about thirty years old, not tall, with the common appearance characteristics of Greeks, black curly hair, high nose bridge, square face, thick beard, and more particularly, he had a rather wide forehead and a pair of agile eyes full of desire for exploration.
When Xenophon saw that Davos was just a naive boy, he was a little disappointed. Soon he discovered the special thing about this young man: the few people behind the young man who were obviously older than him were surrounding him like following a leader,
setting off his uniqueness.
"Xenophon of Athens?" the young man asked.
"Yes."
"A student of Socrates?"
"That's right." Xenophon was even more curious: He was an Athenian, and most of the people in the camp knew that. Only a few people knew that he was a student of Socrates. Most of the Greeks who Conquest of Persia this time came from the poor people of Ionia, Thessaly, and Thrace. They had no money, no land, and it was difficult to make a living, so they came out to sell their lives to make money, and of course, most of them were illiterate. Not to mention Xenophon, who was still an unknown pawn, even Socrates, who was famous in Greece, was not known by many people.
"Which teacher did you study with?" Xenophon asked quickly.
"I don't know a single word of Greek." Davos said frankly.
His answer made Xenophon stunned. His confident expression that he didn't know how to read was nothing great made it difficult for Xenophon to feel a trace of contempt.
"Davos, today I specially went for a walk in various camps and heard that there was a Xenophon in Proxenus's camp, so I brought him here for you. Should it be him?" Matonis said as if he was asking for credit.
"This companion of yours insisted on pulling me over, and also said that I was the person that the 'God-Favored One' named to find, and he said a lot about you along the way." Xenophon said with a smile.
"Thank you, Matonis!" Davos was only grateful to a person who remembered and tried to complete what he had said casually. He said to Xenophon again: "Matonis is a very enthusiastic person. If you get along with him for a long time, you will be able to feel it."
Matonis scratched his head embarrassedly.
Xenophon understood Davos's euphemistic apology, shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't care, and then stared at Davos and asked: "Then is what he said true? God-Favored One?"
"What do you think? On Persian soil, will the gods still bless the Greeks?" Davos asked rhetorically.
"Of course! No matter where we are, the gods have never abandoned us!" Xenophon replied without thinking: "I was also under the oracle of Apollo that I came here."
Xenophon's answer surprised Davos: Wasn't it said that the more knowledgeable people are, the more they believe in themselves and believe in atheism?
He underestimated the degree of Greek worship of the gods, so he asked in surprise: "What's the matter with Apollo's oracle?"
Xenophon began to describe it with excitement.
It turned out that half a year ago, he received a letter from his friend Proxenus in Athens, in which Proxenus told Xenophon: Prince Cyrus the Younger of Persia was a great man who was full of goodwill towards the Greeks and recruited talented Greeks to work for him. He has accepted Cyrus the Younger's recruitment and invited Xenophon to Asia Minor to help him, and promised to recommend Xenophon to this Persian prince.
At that time, Athens had just ended the brutal rule of the "Thirty Tyrants" supported by Sparta. The Democratic Party adopted a moderate policy to restore the order of the city-state, and at the same time reached a reconciliation with Sparta. The peace of Athens made the young Xenophon want to go to Asia Minor to increase his knowledge and broaden his horizons, but he was a little hesitant, so he asked his teacher Socrates for advice. Because Sparta was able to defeat Athens with the help of Cyrus the Younger, Socrates was worried that Xenophon's Interaction with Cyrus the Younger would be punished by the Athenian government, so Socrates asked him to go to Delphi to request an oracle.
Xenophon asked Apollo for advice: Which god should he offer sacrifices and prayers to in order to successfully complete the journey in his heart and be able to return home safely? The oracle told him the name of the god. After he sacrificed to the designated god according to the oracle, he set sail and came to Asia Minor and joined Proxenus's team.
"What is the name of the god that the Delphi oracle gave you?" Olivos, who was listening, couldn't wait to ask.
Xenophon looked at Davos and said slowly and clearly: "Hades!"
The crowd couldn't help but exclaim, "This is truly miraculous! Xenophon, guided by Hades, has come to Persia! And Davos, though you've never met Xenophon, knew of him through an oracle! Hades is protecting us!" The crowd reverently began to silently chant a hymn to the King of the Underworld.
Davos, though surprised, thought it was merely a coincidence. He feigned piety and finished the hymn with everyone, then said, "Even with Hades' blessing, we still need our own efforts to pass the trials and return safely to Greece."
"Davos isn't very confident about returning home smoothly?" Xenophon stared at Davos. Xenophon believed in divine prophecies, dreams, and omens. It was because he heard that Davos was a favored one of Hades that he came to investigate, believing that he and Davos must have some mysterious connection through Hades.
"I am just an ordinary infantryman, like a frog in a well, not understanding the situation at the top. So, I inevitably feel confused," Davos said calmly. "You are a close friend of Proxenus and the most outstanding student of Socrates. I hope you can tell us what kind of situation we are facing so that we can dispel our confusion."
Olyveros wanted to say something but was stopped by Davos with a look.
Xenophon said without hesitation, "I believe we should return to Greece relatively smoothly this time! Why?" Xenophon felt a sense of responsibility because he had come to Persia under the guidance of a 'deity'. Facing this possible disaster, when everyone was panicking, he believed that this was precisely why the gods had sent him. Therefore, in the past few days, he had been running back and forth in the camp, helping Proxenus stabilize the morale of the army.
At this moment, he looked at everyone and said patiently, "First, our Greek hoplites are strong, and the Persian army is weak. For decades, starting from the Battle of Thermopylae, we Greeks have always had the upper hand in battles against the Persians. The previous battle with the Persian king further illustrates the problem; our brave charge directly led to their collapse. It can be seen that the Persians' fear of Greek hoplites is deeply ingrained. Although their cavalry is stronger than ours, what use is that? Cavalry can only scout and harass but dare not fight head-on, which does not help improve their combat power."
"That's right, the cavalry are all cowards!" Matonis shouted loudly in agreement, and a few hints of embarrassment appeared on Xenophon's face.
"But the Persian cavalry's javelins and arrows have caused us a lot of trouble," Hilos reminded him.
"But the cavalry, like their infantry, lack the skills and courage to confront us head-on. Relying solely on bows and arrows cannot shake our courage. As long as we decide to retreat, they cannot stop us from leaving," Xenophon said confidently, based on his understanding of the cavalry.
"Secondly, I heard from the Persians that their new king, Artaxerxes, has been a gentle and timid person since childhood, which is why Cyrus the Younger dared to rebel. I heard that in the regions of Susa and Persepolis, friends of Cyrus the Younger have risen in response. Although Artaxerxes was lucky enough to kill Cyrus the Younger, he would never dare to risk fighting us, a powerful force, to the death while the rear is still not pacified.
Thirdly, our commander Clearchus is a very capable man. Although I am an Athenian and he is a Spartan, I cannot deny that he caused a lot of trouble for Athens during the war between Athens and Sparta. Afterwards, he repeatedly defeated the Thracians in Chersonesus. And Proxenus, Menon, and several other leaders are all commanders with rich combat experience. They have been dealing with the Persians for many years and understand them very well. But the commander of the Persians is King Artaxerxes, who has just ascended the throne and has never commanded an army. The general Tissaphernes, on whom he relies, was even easily defeated by us. They are no match for several of our leaders!…"
Davos listened attentively to Xenophon's account. Through Xenophon, he learned a lot of things he didn't know before. This time, he sincerely applauded, "A very brilliant speech! No wonder you are an outstanding disciple of Socrates!"
"Yes! No wonder you are the one guided by Hades! Your words have given us all confidence!" Hilos said sincerely.
Faced with everyone's praise, Xenophon remained calm. Persuading ordinary soldiers was a common thing for him. His gaze fell on Davos, as if wanting to see what was different about the rumored 'favored one' of Hades.
"But you forgot to mention one thing," Davos certainly couldn't let the other party look down on him, especially in front of his teammates, "Although Persia's territory is vast and its population is large, it cannot be effectively governed. Most areas are still autonomous, with their own cultures and religions. Obeying Persian rule only requires doing two things—paying taxes and serving in the military. Persians only trust themselves, so there are very few foreign officials in their army and court. Foreigners cannot integrate into Persia, so naturally, they will not risk their lives for it. I think this is also one of the reasons why the Persian army collapses as soon as it encounters us."
Xenophon carefully savored what Davos said, recalling the situation he had seen along the way, and it was very consistent. He was stunned: he, who had received a strict education, was not as knowledgeable about Persia as a nineteen-year-old youth who couldn't read a single word. What was this if not a 'favored one'? Xenophon could only comfort himself in this way: "You are right! This is the disadvantage of the king's autocracy! On the contrary, it is the advantage of the Greek democratic system. We are fighting for ourselves!"
The advantage of the democratic system? Davos seemed to see the face of the country that called itself the "world police" in his previous life. He curled his lips in disdain, but it was noticed by the careful Xenophon: "Davos thinks I'm wrong?"
"Xenophon, what do you think was the most stable and prosperous period in Athens in the last hundred years?" Davos decided to use his knowledge from his previous life to shock this historical figure in front of him and leave a deep impression on him, so that he could spread his name to the high-level mercenaries through him.
"The period when Pericles was in power," Xenophon replied without hesitation.
"You forgot to mention the reign of Peisistratus," Davos reminded him, "It was under his rule that Athens completely possessed the Attica region, prospered the port of Piraeus, and made Athens another powerful city-state in mainland Greece besides Sparta!"
"But…" Xenophon didn't expect Davos to mention Peisistratus. Athenians were proud of living in the most democratic Greek city-state, and almost no one wanted to talk about that dictator. He wanted to refute, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say. After all, Xenophon, who had a higher education and rich knowledge, knew that what Davos said was true.
Davos seized the opportunity and continued, "You want to say, 'But Athens was stronger during Pericles' reign', right? But the statement 'Athens was stronger during Pericles' reign' itself has problems. How many years was Pericles a general?
Thirty years! He was never defeated in those thirty years and was elected as the chief general many times! All the important internal and external laws and decisions in Athens were proposed and formulated by him, which created the golden age of Athens!
Isn't this a satire on the Athenian democracy, which has annual elections, invented ostracism, and prevented dictatorship? Is Peisistratus a dictator? Is Pericles a democrat?! Pericles' political methods were just more subtle and gentler than Peisistratus'.
And what was the supposedly superior democratic system like after Pericles? Athens, with more abundant financial resources than Sparta, a stronger navy, and more allies, was internally divided and fought against each other.
The people of Athens often could not distinguish between the truth and falsehood and were easily incited by politicians. That's why, at the most critical moment of the Sicilian Expedition, they forced away your most talented general, Alcibiades.
The generals who had just won a key naval battle at the Arginusae Islands but failed to rescue the drowning soldiers in time due to the strong winds were easily judged by the people and even executed… These foolish actions taken by Athens were not uncommon in this long war with Sparta! Is this the perfect democratic system that Athenians believe in?! It exhausted the power accumulated over a hundred years in constant internal friction!"
After Athens' failure in the Peloponnesian War and the brutal rule of the "Thirty Tyrants," the enlightened people of Athens more or less realized the flaws in the system. However, no one had ever completely negated the Athenian democratic system like Davos. These deafening words were like a thunderclap, leaving Xenophon stunned for a long time, his thoughts in disarray: "... Could it be that Sparta... is the best?"
"Sparta?!" Davos sneered. "When it decided to turn its own compatriots into Helots (referring to the Messenians), it was destined to never be strong! Although Spartan warriors are very brave, a few thousand Spartan warriors have to suppress ten times their number of slaves. Their city-state is like a volcano. Once it suffers a major defeat, this volcano will erupt."
"Davos, Sparta is currently the most powerful city-state in Greece!" Oliver interjected.
"Then we'll wait and see how many years its strength can last!" Davos confidently replied. He vaguely remembered that before long, Greece would once again be at war, and Sparta would be defeated by the rising Thebes, leading to its decline.
"Is this a divine revelation?" Several teammates looked surprised.
Davos smiled without answering.
"Then, which city-state has the best system?" Xenophon asked unwillingly.
Davos responded with the same mysterious smile.
At this moment, Xenophon seemed to have regained his composure on the surface, but his heart was surging. The things he had been accustomed to and believed in for decades were shattered by Davos's words. He didn't completely lose his composure because Socrates' teachings over the years had made him better at learning and independent thinking than the average person.
Feeling uneasy, he couldn't stay any longer. He wanted to go back and carefully consider what Davos had said. So, he bid farewell to Davos.
As he was leaving, Davos asked seemingly casually: "Xenophon, have you ever commanded an army before?"
"I've served as a cavalry captain," Xenophon replied hastily.
Watching Xenophon's departing figure, Davos's expression became serious: As a student of Socrates, Xenophon's knowledge was obviously far superior to his teammates; but as a newcomer, an Athenian with no significant reputation, and without rich mercenary experience, still only a deputy to Proxenos, how could Xenophon lead this retreat?!
Remembering that the author of "Anabasis" was Xenophon himself, Davos couldn't help but suspect: Could it be that Xenophon had attributed someone else's accomplishments to himself?
"Davos, are Athens and Sparta really that bad?" Unlike the others who were confused, Hilos clearly understood, and therefore was even more perplexed.
Davos nodded and sighed: "If it were a time of peace, Athens and Sparta would both live very well, but this is an era where you will perish if you don't strive forward!"
Hilos seemed to understand, but couldn't help but ask the same question as Xenophon: "Then, in the Mediterranean, is there a city-state with a better system than Athens and Sparta?"
Davos looked at Hilos's curious and eager eyes, turned his head to the sky. The setting sun was emitting its last rays of light before falling, looking at the patches of clouds dyed red, thinking of the Mediterranean world in the future, frequent wars, the rise of strong states, like a revolving lantern, until that great emperor appeared, the dazzling light shining on the Western world for more than two thousand years...
A surge of pride suddenly rose in Davos's heart. This time, he didn't refuse to answer, but said affirmatively: "Not now. If you and I can live on, maybe one day you will see it!"
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Early in the morning, as Davos's mind was still hazy, he heard a hubbub of voices outside the house.
"He's awake! He's awake! My nephew is awake!!" Antonios rushed into the house ecstatically, embracing Davos: "Thank you! Thank you! Asistes has come back to life!!"
Davos wasn't fully awake yet.
He asked groggily: "Really?"
"It's true!" Herpus, who followed closely behind, said excitedly: "Asistes is awake! His temperature isn't as high as yesterday either. Although he's still very weak, he can already drink porridge made from bread. Davos, the method you taught really works!"
Facing Herpus's admiring gaze, Davos's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally landed. He suppressed his excitement and said calmly: "Although Asistes is out of danger, we can't relax yet. Continue to take care of him according to the method I said before, so that he can recover to normal as soon as possible!"
"Yes!" Herpus replied respectfully.
"Davos, there are many people outside who want to see you," Hilos said as he entered the room.
"Oh, it's Kapus and the others. Hearing that Asistes has woken up, they were all very surprised and insisted on coming to see you, probably wanting to get your help," Antonios replied somewhat ashamed: Davos had put in so much effort to save his nephew, even possibly praying to Hades. And he hadn't even repaid him yet, but was already bringing him new troubles.
"Kapus?" Davos had no impression of this name.
"Another hoplite captain in our camp," Hilos explained from the side.
Davos pondered for a moment, then immediately stood up: "Let's go out, don't keep them waiting."
Surrounded by the crowd, he walked out of the house.
"Look, Davos is out!"
"This is Davos? He's too young!"
"Don't underestimate him because he's young, he's a true favorite of Hades! Otherwise, how could Asistes have been awakened by him? You and I have seen Asistes unconscious before."
"Davos, I have a brother under my command who is also injured like Asistes, his whole body is feverish and unconscious, I hope to get your help!"
"I also have an injured subordinate..."
"And me..."
In the small courtyard, the crowded people waved their arms desperately, their shouts like a surging tide, one wave higher than the other.
Faced with the somewhat out-of-control scene, everyone was a little nervous, but Davos's expression remained unchanged. In his previous life, as a cadre promoted from the bottom, he had seen many mass petitions in townships, counties, and cities. Once, when he was the village chief, he was attending a meeting in the town when farmers surrounded the town government to demand an explanation for land requisition issues. The leaders all hid, but he stood up, facing the hoes and sticks in the hands of these angry farmers, and painstakingly persuaded them to retreat. The small scene in front of him was really not difficult for him. Moreover, for him, this was a good thing.
He raised his hand and shouted: "Everyone, please be quiet!"
"Quiet! Quiet!!..." Antonios and the others also helped to shout.
People gradually calmed down.
"I am very grateful for everyone's trust!" Davos said with an excited expression: "We are all comrades who fight together and face death together! We are all good brothers who can entrust our right shoulders to our teammates for protection! If any brother is injured, I will take Herpus and do our best to treat him, and never abandon any wounded!"
Herpus was extremely excited to hear his name.
Hearing this, the soldiers in the courtyard were even more grateful.
"That's great! Thank Hades!!"
"Thank you, Davos, you are our savior!!"
"Davos, you are our best brother! If you have any requests in the future, I will do my best to do it for you!!"
In this era, it was very common for warriors to be injured and die from infection, and it was also a nightmare that plagued the army. Now, Davos had given them hope. And this person was so generous and kind, how could they not be moved!
The shouts of "Davos! Davos!..." echoed for a long time in the Menon camp.
While Davos and Herpus were discussing how to treat the wounded more efficiently, Menon's guard called him over.
As soon as he entered, Menon shouted angrily, "I told you, 'If you have any new ideas, you must tell me first'! You agreed to it. But now, you have deceived me! You have broken your promise!"
"What did I do wrong?" Davos was baffled.
"You were able to save those unconscious soldiers without telling me beforehand, and you secretly went to do it!" Menon's expression was unpleasant.
Davos found it amusing upon hearing this: "Respected Leader Menon, the situation was urgent at the time, and saving people was the priority. If I had to report to you first and then organize people to rescue them, Arystas would have died long ago!"
Davos added with sarcasm: "Besides, this is not some new idea, but my ancestral medical skill. I came here as a mercenary, not as a slave, needing your approval even to treat illnesses!"
Menon was momentarily speechless. The soldiers' shouts of "Davos" had clouded his mind with jealousy, and he had angrily summoned Davos without thinking, resulting in an awkward situation.
He simply said: "I still need a guard here. From now on, you will be responsible for guarding my safety and shall not leave without orders!" He had a premonition that he had to separate Davos from the soldiers to prevent him from continuing to influence them, thereby weakening his control over this mercenary army.
"I'm sorry, Leader Menon. I am more suited to be an ordinary soldier, not a guard. Besides, my captain won't agree!" Davos guessed Menon's intention, and of course, he would not agree.
Menon didn't expect him to refuse directly and laughed in anger: "I am your leader! Who would dare to disagree with my orders!"
"I disagree!" Antonios strode into the living room, accompanied by a loud shout.
"I disagree too!" Kapus followed closely behind, with several centurions behind him.
Seeing Antonios nod at him, Davos breathed a sigh of relief: he was safe. Of course, he didn't know that when the guard had stormed off to call him away, Hilus had sensed something was wrong and immediately ran to inform Antonios, which was why Antonios and the others had arrived so quickly.
"Who let you in?! Where are my guards?!" Menon was both anxious and angry. The unexpected arrival of several key centurions made him feel uneasy.
"Leader, the wounded in the camp are still waiting for Davos to treat them, and we can't delay!" Antonios's calm but subtly threatening words made Menon's heart tremble, and the cold gazes of the crowd made him feel even more guilty.
He chose to back down, stammering, "Well... Davos used his superb medical skills to awaken the wounded and unconscious soldiers. I... am very happy. So, I called him here... well... to appoint him as the camp doctor to treat more soldiers."
"I am willing to treat the wounded brothers! But whether it's a doctor or the guard you mentioned earlier, I won't be it! I only want to be a soldier under Hilus." Davos replied straightforwardly. Being a camp doctor was safe, but it didn't fit his plan, and he was even less willing to accept Menon's reconciliation. Since he had already torn faces, based on his initial understanding of Menon, it would be difficult to mend. He didn't need to be polite to him and give the officers who had come to support him the wrong signal.
In front of everyone, Menon was refuted by an ordinary soldier of low status, feeling extremely embarrassed, and immediately roared, "Davos!"
As soon as the words came out, a deafening roar suddenly came from outside the courtyard: "Release our Davos and give the soldiers a way out!!!"
"Menon, if you don't release Davos, we'll rush in!!!"
It was the shouts of countless soldiers that made Menon tremble with fear.
"Davos, you go back first," Antonios said.
Davos nodded and said loudly, "Thank you for the help, centurions!!!"
Upon hearing this, Menon immediately turned his resentful gaze towards the centurions.
After Davos left, he immediately said gloomily: "Antonios, Kapus... are you also starting to oppose me?"
"Menon, you are our leader, and of course, we must listen to your command. But Davos is a favored one of Hades, and the soldiers have personally witnessed the many miracles he has created! The gods are watching us in the sky, blessing us to return home smoothly from the land of foreigners, and will not allow us to have any blasphemy." Antonios replied euphemistically.
Of course, Menon understood the implication of his words: We all understand what you did to Davos. We can obey your command, but when it comes to Davos, we must protect him. He still wanted to refute a few words to maintain the dignity of his leader, but Amintas, the centurion who resented him the most, shouted: "Listen, Menon! Our mercenary mission is over. If you mess around again, we don't mind re-electing a new leader! I believe the soldiers will never choose you again!"
Amintas's words hit Menon's vital point: the mercenary army was a loose military organization. Menon was able to become the leader because he had extensive connections, could receive tasks, get money, and pay the soldiers' salaries. The current situation was that after Little Cyrus was killed in battle, Menon lost his employer, could no longer get money, and could no longer pay the soldiers. The reason why the soldiers still regarded him as their leader was first, because returning home safely was everyone's common goal, and they had to stick together. Scattered soldiers could not survive in Persian territory. The mercenary army's command system was readily available, and the management was effective, and the soldiers were used to it. Secondly, in the long years of mercenary life, the experienced centurions under his command rarely changed, and most of them had a good relationship with Menon, helping him control the entire team. Now, for the sake of Davos, the centurions and soldiers united to oppose him, indicating that his control over this team was in jeopardy.
Menon's reputation among the soldiers was not good, and he knew it himself. He didn't care in the past, because as long as he had money, he could replace a batch of soldiers at any time. The barren land and the previous Peloponnesian War in Greece led to economic depression, and many young adults went out to seek a living. But now it has become his biggest concern.
He pretended to be calm and sent Antonios, Kapus, and the others away. After returning to the living room, he roared loudly to vent the pent-up frustration in his chest: "I want to kill that kid!!!" As soon as the words came out, he realized something and hurried to the gate of the courtyard. The guard who had followed him for more than a year had disappeared at some point.
He felt scared and sat uneasily in the living room, looking at the house that had become a mess because of his anger. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to find Ariæus: He heard that many of Ariæus's relatives had come to him in the past two days. With their help, the mercenary army might not have to work so hard to go back...
Thinking of this, Menon had an idea. He tidied up his makeup, went to the yard, led a horse, and spurred it fiercely, galloping north.
After testing his influence in Menon's camp through this incident, Davos returned to his residence and actively invited Herpus to discuss the treatment of the wounded.
Although Davos was not a doctor in his previous life, he had more than two thousand years of knowledge accumulation than the people of this era, which was enough for him to formulate a more complete medical plan that far surpassed this era: First, establish a medical team, with Herpus as the main leader, and then find one or two soldiers in the military camp who are interested in medical skills to serve as doctors, and ask the baggage camp for a few female slaves to serve as nurses, while training and treating them, and believe that they will soon adapt to the new role;
Secondly, open up an area as a wartime hospital, concentrate the wounded for treatment, and improve efficiency; Thirdly, formulate a practical medical system, cultivate the concept of sterile hygiene among doctors and nurses. The most common thing in the army is trauma.
As long as infection can be prevented, most mild to moderate trauma can be improved with the soldiers' strong physical condition; Finally, collect some local methods of treating diseases from the local Persians along the way. Mesopotamian civilization is one of the oldest civilizations on earth, and people who have lived and multiplied on this land for thousands of years naturally have their own unique methods and methods for dealing with diseases.
After learning them, use modern analytical methods to remove the dross and take the essence, which will naturally expand the scope of treatment of Davos's medical team.
Davos planned to develop this medical team into a fixed and indispensable organization in the military camp for future use.
Mastering the health of the soldiers means mastering the morale of the army.