The Rise Of An Empire In Ancient Europe-Chapter 34 - The Guard Unit

"Leader, Tormides is here on Cheirisophus's orders to confirm if the situation is true," Asistes reported, slightly out of breath.

Tormides stepped forward, saluted smartly, and said, "Leader Juleios, may I confirm the details?"

"Understood," Juleios nodded, maintaining a composed demeanor. He understood that this was standard procedure, especially given Cheirisophus's cautious nature. It was only natural to ensure that Cristoia had come to Juleios's camp of her own volition and not under coercion.

Tormides, the army's top messenger, exuded calm authority. He approached the stunning Cristoia without hesitation, questioning her methodically about her choice to come to the camp. Cristoia's replies were clear and confident, leaving no room for doubt. Satisfied, Tormides turned back to Juleios and relayed Cheirisophus's words.

"Leader Cheirisophus and the other leaders asked me to convey this: 'Although Darius the Younger has passed, he was a true friend to the Greeks. We must honor his memory by ensuring the safety of Cristoia, one of our own. Hospitality is a Greek virtue, and we must protect her.' They hope Leader Juleios will ensure Cristoia is well cared for and not mistreated."

Juleios nodded, but internally, he couldn't help but scoff. More likely, they don't want to forget how much Darius helped Sparta, he thought. Out loud, he asked, "And what of Leader Timasion's opinion on this matter?"

Tormides, sensing Juleios's concern, replied promptly, "Leader Timasion has expressed no objections. He stands with Cheirisophus on this."

"Good," Juleios replied, relaxing slightly. He turned to Asistes. "Take Cristoia to Mersis and have him arrange suitable accommodations for her."

"Understood!" Asistes replied eagerly.

"Thank you, Leader Juleios," Cristoia said, her calm and composed tone unshaken.

As she stepped out of the tent, Juleios called after her, "Cristoia! If you encounter any difficulties, report them directly to me!"

She paused briefly, turning back with a faint smile. "I will," she said, her voice soft yet firm.

Once Cristoia was out of sight, Tormides chuckled and remarked, "Leader Juleios, you truly are the 'favored of the Divines.' Not only do you give inspiring speeches, but even the most beautiful woman in the mercenary camp seeks you out!"

Juleios smirked. "And the army's top messenger not only delivers orders accurately but flatters quite well!"

Both men laughed, easing the tension.

However, Tormides's expression soon turned serious. "Leader, I noticed there were no guards outside your tent."

Juleios, not wanting to admit that it was a result of rushed circumstances, responded humbly, "Until today, I was just an ordinary soldier. It's only because of my comrades' trust that I was chosen unanimously as the new leader."

Tormides nodded. "Military regulations exist for a reason—to ensure discipline and, most importantly, victory. After the chaos caused by the deaths of Clearchus and the others, it's more vital than ever to secure the safety of our leaders. Guards prevent unauthorized access to your tent, ensuring your thoughts and rest remain undisturbed. That is essential for effective command."

Juleios nodded solemnly, taking the advice to heart. "Thank you. I understand now."

Tormides smiled approvingly. "Leadership is not easy, but I believe you have what it takes."

"Thank you for your encouragement." Tormides's words bolstered Juleios's confidence, dispelling the lingering doubts he had about his new role.

After sending Tormides off, Juleios immediately called for Asistes. "Find Antonius and ask him to assign Xilos's squad as my personal guard."

"Understood!" Asistes turned to leave but hesitated. "Leader, if I may, I have a suggestion."

"Go ahead," Juleios said.

"You should appoint two additional messengers. With so many captains, the baggage train, and other units, relying on just me for communications could cause delays, especially during combat."

Realizing the validity of Asistes's point, Juleios nodded in agreement. "You're right. Choose the personnel yourself."

"I'll also need horses for faster communication," Asistes added.

"Speak to Mersis about that," Juleios replied.

Grinning, Asistes saluted and left enthusiastically.

Later, Juleios welcomed Xilos warmly. "Xilos, come in!"

"Leader!" Xilos saluted sharply.

"We're all brothers here. Just call me Juleios in private," Juleios said with a grin, embracing him.

"I told you," Matonis interrupted with a laugh, punching Juleios lightly in the chest, "even as a leader, Juleios wouldn't forget us. He's not Menon—he's Juleios!"

Juleios chuckled. "I'm giving you extra responsibilities. Don't hold it against me."

Matonis grinned broadly. "Guard duty comes with better food and better pay. Don't worry—we've got your back!"

"Protecting me is your duty, Matonis," Juleios said with a grin. "If I get hurt, I'll cut your rations in half!"

"You're worse than Menon!" Matonis groaned theatrically, scratching his head and making the group burst into laughter.

Juleios then turned serious, looking at Xilos. "Organize the guard detail. I trust you."

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"Yes, Leader. I'll handle it," Xilos replied confidently.

Juleios also summoned Marigi, Clearchus's former guide. Although Marigi was still grieving Clearchus's death, he seemed relieved that the Greek mercenaries had severed ties with Persia. Juleios questioned him in detail about the terrain ahead, the local tribes, and especially the Dookies, a group known for their unpredictable allegiances. Marigi answered thoroughly, providing valuable insights.

After Marigi left, Juleios noticed Matonis standing fully armed outside his tent. The sight made him pause. Matonis stood silently, staring straight ahead with a sense of purpose. Juleios didn't disturb him, but his gaze lingered on the two short javelins crossed on Matonis's back.

The javelins reminded Juleios of his earlier attempt to arm Greek hoplites with mid-range projectiles, inspired by Roman heavy infantry tactics. His goal had been to counter the Persian cavalry effectively. However, the prolonged truce between the Greek and Persian armies had made the javelins seem unnecessary and cumbersome. Most soldiers had abandoned them. Only Xilos's squad had persisted, shortening their javelins for ease of use and carrying them on their backs.

Perhaps one day these will prove their worth, Juleios thought.

That night, Juleios struggled to sleep. The next day marked his first time leading an army on a march—and possibly into battle. The weight of responsibility pressed on him, making sleep elusive. He only drifted off in the early hours of the morning.

The following day, Asistes woke him at dawn.

"What time is it?" Juleios asked groggily.