MTL - Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece-Chapter 7 Javelin and food

The task assigned to Davers was to go to the battlefield and return the spears, shields, and even the carriages that were discarded by both sides, as wood, for cooking meat. To this end, they are also assigned to a oxcart.

The battlefield is not far from the camp. Yesterday, the cavalry went out to investigate and found that the army of the Persian king had left, and dared to send soldiers out to clean the battlefield. However, many soldiers were sent out, mainly because of the surprise attack by the Persian cavalry.

Not yet on the battlefield, Davers looked far away to see the sky in front, as if it were black, hovering with countless crows, the harsh call made him feel guilty!

In the near future, on the grass in a few miles, the layers are covered with human corpses and horse corpses. The bodies are densely flies and insects, and even wild wolves and wild leopards are eating their bones. Dodging, just squatting, the eyes are shining cold...

Every time Davers took a step, he picked up a layer of flies and screamed, fluttering straight to his face and driving away.

Davers looked pale and felt the whole stomach tumbling.

"Duffus, you have experienced this scene many times, how can you feel uncomfortable?!" Mattonis's words of concern have a hint of joy. Because he thinks that Davers has changed, but there is still a place for him to take care of.

"I'm fine!... vomit..." Daphus swallowed hard. Memory is memory. This is the first time that this modern man has witnessed the battlefield of this **** killing. However, he knew in his heart: in this troubled world, such a scene will appear in front of him again and again, he must adapt!

He loosened his hand covering his nose, forced to endure the stench of the pungent, picked up the body on the ground, pulled out the shield underneath, quickly patted the mites above and threw it on the cart.

When I first arrived at the battlefield, the trailer cow couldn't stand this horrible environment. It was always restless and almost hurt Martinos. Or Davers had an idea to cover his eyes with linen. Quiet a lot.

Everyone has been busy for a long time, the cart is full, and each person has a bundle.

"What about Davers?" Matones found that one person was missing from the team.

"There!" Oliver pointed to a point: Daves was throwing a javelin at a vulture who was eating a corpse, but was flashed away by the seemingly clumsy vulture.

"It seems that he is ready to participate in the javelin competition in Olympia!" Oliver joked.

"Shut up!" Matones glanced at him and walked toward Daves.

When Davers saw his arrival, he naturally picked up a javelin from the ground. Now he has begun to adapt to this harsh environment.

"Mattonis, how many people are our archers?" Davers asked with a hand touching the sharp gun.

Matones is not good at this problem. Fortunately, there is a careful Gio Gris: "Archer?... I remember that there are only nearly three hundred Cretan archers under Clearus. Count the light shields that can throw javelins... well all... probably there are... there are 3,000 people."

"Three thousand people. How many light shields do we have here?" Daves asked.

"About about 400 people..."

"Matonis, don't take the javelin to burn, it's a pity. We are all equipped with one or two javelins. What do you think?" Daves thought and said.

Matones has not answered yet, Olivers preached: "We are reloading infantry!"

"But in the face of the Persian cavalry, we can't get close to them by the heavy infantry. We can only avoid the bows and javelins they shot!" The reason why Daves had this proposal was because this memory of the body kept this regret. When collecting this wooden weapon, he suddenly had this inspiration because he knew that in history another world-famous Roman heavy infantry was not only melee, but their javelin throw was equally frightening, so it was this proposal.

"There are enough cavalry in Alijos," Oliver said.

Davers smiled: "It’s better to rely on others than to rely on others."

“Is this the ‘God’ that Hades has given you?” Giorgios asked urgently.

Davers laughed and didn't answer.

"I think this idea is good. Go back and talk to Hilos." Matones took the javelin in the hands of Davers and turned around and slammed the javelin. The vulture, still feeding, fell to the ground.

"However, Davers, your javelin technology needs to learn!" Mattonis said proudly.

The Greek heavy infantry does not use the javelin is a traditional and customary problem, but the Greek javelin technology is not bad, even in the Mediterranean region is top, because the javelin is one of the pentathlon of the Olympia Games, Greek boys have been in the arena since childhood Start training these.

"Great! Not only have beef and mutton eaten at noon, but also bird meat!"

"I heard that the meat of this bird cannot be eaten because it comes from hell..."

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In the camp, the animals have been slaughtered, the meat has been cut, placed in a jar, filled with water, placed on a temporary built-in stove, everything is ready.

Everyone pulls back the weapons, smash them and cook them.

Matones told Hiros about the idea of ​​Daves.

Since it is a "god of the gods" proposal, after Hiros considered it carefully, he felt that the idea was acceptable: the javelin was not heavy, and a heavy infantry carrying two javelin guns was completely acceptable. So he went to Antonios, hoping to get support.

Antonios called the other nine captains and wanted to hear their thoughts first. The captains have some approvals and some objections. The opponents adhered to the tradition of the Greek heavy infantry, and believed that: there were five hundred light shields under Menon, and that the heavy infantry took the javelin, which was completely unnecessary; the pros believed that although there were five hundred light shields in the camp, They are all Thracians, and the two sides do not agree very well. Heavy infantry owns a javelin, at least forcing the Persian cavalry not to be too close to reduce casualties. The two sides could not decide, and Antonios could not decide. He said: As long as it does not affect the operation, the teams decide whether to carry the javelin.

Hilos was happy to come back, ready to tell Davers, but found a group of people staring at the fluffy pieces of the crock, but only Davers.

"What about Davers?"

"Say it is to see the internal organs of the animals that were thrown away... and say what waste..."

When everyone was puzzled~www.novelbuddy.com~, I saw Davers picking a **** sheep in the spear and coming over.

"Hey, take this stinky thing away! It affects our appetite!" The crowd yelled at the nose.

Daves ignored it and said loudly: "I saw a lot of cattle and sheep internal organs in the camp. It was too wasteful to let the birds and wild dogs go. Don't forget, we were hungry two days ago. I hate to eat my own hands! In the next few days, whether it is fighting or marching, there may be times when we are hungry. We should take these things back and reserve them to prevent this from happening again. We still have something to eat!"

“Can those things be eaten?” asked a strong soldier.

Davers remembered that he was called Martius, a soldier who lived in another tent. His question was exactly what everyone wanted to ask. The Greeks mainly used cereals as their main food, and they ate very little meat. It was only this time that they went deep into Persia, and because of the logistical supply, they began to eat meat frequently. The internal organs of the animal not only smell bad, but in the absence of spices and cooking methods, it tastes very heavy, so in addition to using it for divination, few people will try to eat it, and even think that it will be poisoned.

"Of course you can eat! These things are not only very battalted... not only can fill our stomachs, but also improve our body. For example, let us see more clearly at night." Daves answered affirmatively.

"Really?! That's great!" Matones said happily.

The other five people in the tent were suspicious.

"Duffus is a ‘God'! You know? Before he fell on the battlefield, after a coma...” Olivers began to brag about the amazing changes in Davis’s two days.