Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

At this time, the Lucaria had already appeared in Davis's sight.

"According to the defensive deployment we trained before, act now!" Davers immediately gave orders to the company captains.

The company captains began to orderly enter the designated position under the command:

"The first infantry company followed me to the wooden wall on the east side of the North Gate!"

"Brothers of the Second Infantry Company followed me to the wooden wall on the north side of the South Gate!"

"Brothers of the Third Infantry Company, follow me to the playground! Come on damn it!"

"The archers of the 1st Light Infantry Company, led by the squad leader, went to the various whistle on the south side!"

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Soon, the soldiers took their places, leaving only the group of broken soldiers surrounded by the guards.

"How many people are there?" Daveus anxiously asked Felicius who had just appeased in the past.

"A lot! Nearly 400 people, most of them are free people, and most of them have no weapons." Felix said.

"Mersis!" Daveus shouted loudly.

Mercis came in a hurry.

"How many remaining javelins do we have?"

"Five hundred and twenty-six roots. It was these two days that Urui Turi's blacksmith shop rushed to do it. All the money we made in the market was spent on the manufacture of these weapons..." Mercis complained.

Davos didn't even bother to listen to him, and said to Felix: "Give them a javelin, and then assign a few people to each team, so that they can also participate in the defense!"

"Understood!" Felixius walked towards the defeated soldiers.

Mercis stood still.

Daphes understood what he was hesitating, and immediately said: "The javelin is used up, and it has to be recovered, and did the Lucaria send us weapons!"

This immediately made Mercis smile, and he immediately ordered the slaves to move their weapons to the camp. Out of trust in Davis, they did not consider it at all: the mercenaries might not be able to repel the enemy, but the camp would instead The danger of being captured.

The mercenaries stood behind the wooden wall with no worries at all. They looked calmly at the enemies pouring into the camp like the tide, and had the leisure to educate the recruits.

"Now, do you think it is necessary to build such a complex camp?" Mattonis asked with a smile.

"It's too necessary!" Ketips said excitedly: "I now hope that the indigenous barbarians will try the traps I dug!"

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The mercenaries relied on the wooden wall to seize the time to restore their previous physical strength; while preparing for the show with excitement.And Hilos' fifth heavy infantry company, because he had not participated in the battle before, now hopes that the enemy will immediately rush over and fight with them.

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The soldiers of Pecossis and Grummentum's forces separated and immediately continued to pursue east.

Gnenet ran at the front, the mercenary camp was already in his eyes, he shouted: "Rush in! Kill them!"

The soldiers also roared, and exhaustion seemed to be dispelled in the roar, and they moved faster.

"Company Captain, the Lucanians are already less than two hundred meters from the camp!" The captain of the archer on the outpost shouted to Alpence on the ground.

"Remind me at one hundred meters!" Alpence replied, turning around and ordering the slingmen behind him: "Be prepared!

Because the walkway behind the wooden wall was too narrow, the troopers could not open it and had to come under the wall.At this moment, they silently took out egg-sized stones from their waist sacs and put them into the net pocket in the middle of the sling.

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One hundred meters!

The eyes of the soldiers on the wooden wall were fixed on the front, and after seeing many Lukanians stepping into the area, they couldn't help cheering.

Gnenet didn't know what the Greeks in the camp were calling ghosts. He unconsciously raised the shield in his hand.During the pursuit, many soldiers thought that the round shield was too heavy and affected the speed, so they threw it away. He still held it.

"Greek, you won't be able to speak for a while!" he whispered fiercely, and the right foot he had just taken suddenly felt a tingle.

"There are traps!" He was shocked and instinctively withdrew his feet, but more severe pain came, making him almost speechless.Looking down, the right leg was torn off and a large piece of flesh was bleeding.Looking away from the barren grass, a 30-centimetre-long iron barb with a sharp tip and a barb was inserted diagonally into the soil. He pulled hard, but he couldn't pull it out. He saw the rammed soil and saw it. The lower end of the thorn was tightly welded into a piece of wood and buried deep in the soil. No wonder it could tear the skin so powerfully.

"Vicious Greek!..." Gennaert cursed, tearing a piece of linen from his body, wrapping his wounded leg, propping himself up with a spear, holding back the pain, shouting: "Be careful, there is iron on the ground hook!!"

His warning was late. Many soldiers fell to the ground and screamed again and again. The mercenaries on the wooden wall heard the screams of the enemy and cheered loudly: "The meat hook is working! It has fallen again. One!……"

The veterans will proudly tell the recruits that this is the masterpiece of the leader of Daves, so that the recruits have another awe of Daves.In fact, this is the standard configuration of the Romans’ camps in the past life. Daveus learned it in the military history forum. This trap seems to have little lethality. In fact, the foot is injured. In the cold weapon era, it was enough to make a The soldiers lost their fighting power.

After seeing this miserable situation, the subsequent Lucania warriors naturally became much more careful. They bent down, searched carefully among the weeds and rubble, and moved forward carefully to avoid those terrible traps.Unexpectedly, the long-range strike of the mercenaries came immediately. Although the trebuchets could not see the enemy, but the observation of the archers on the sentry tower, and the large number of Pixis warriors, the accuracy was not low. The blow of the stone, it is naturally impossible to pay attention to the ground under the foot, so that the Pecosis warrior is either hit by flying stones or stabbed by an iron hook...

After struggling for dozens of meters, they encountered a more terrible trap-mercenaries called it "tombstone".It is a pit about 1.5 meters deep, with a sharpened wooden pile buried underneath. It is covered with floating soil and accidentally stepped on. Under the action of gravity, the pointed wooden pile is enough to pierce the foot...

When the chief of Pecosis Cincinnati arrived, he saw countless soldiers covering their feet on the ground, and the sound of mourning was endless. Other soldiers stood 100 meters away from the enemy camp and faced The color of fear, flinching...

"What's going on? Why don't you attack?" Cincinnati asked angrily as he looked at the countless people who fell to the ground.

"Father." Gannett used his spear as a cane, and walked in front of him step by step. He said sadly: "The despicable Greeks made many traps outside the camp. We... many of our warriors were injured. , Not yet able to reach their camp."

"Warrior? You guys are also worthy of being called warriors!!" Cincinnati's scolding made everyone around them bow their heads in shame.

Seeing that his most important son was injured and his face was embarrassed, his usual vitality was replaced by fatigue and decadence. Cincinnati felt more painful and his tone became softer: "How is your injury?"

"It's all skin wounds, it's okay." Gennaert stubbornly said, "It's just...our people have too many casualties...can't...can't attack anymore..."

Cincinnati nodded slightly, looking at the mercenary camp not far away, remembering the casualties caused by these mercenaries to his soldiers, and a bit of hatred came to his heart: "Let Bruty get on!"

After the Greek army retreated, the Vige City soldiers did not have the impulse of the Pecosis to rush for revenge, so the pursuit speed was not fast, and they arrived at the same time as Cincinnati. However, under the low eaves, one cannot help but bow his head. As the chief of Vigor City, Sedorum accepted Cincinnage's order, but made a request: to borrow the shield of the Pikesis warrior.

Cincinnati agreed.

The Picoxians gave the Vegs a commanding attitude, making them uneasy, holding their breath and trying to prove that they were better than the Peggy's gangsters. They learned the lessons of the Picoxians and did not walk the wild grass. Instead, he only attacked from this flat, not wide passage in front of the enemy camp.Holding a round shield, they held their heads tightly, lined up in long lines, and proceeded cautiously...