Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

Dionysius nodded slightly, and then turned back.

"Dionysius, you stop me!" Askarmas yelled.

"I have already met with your commander-in-chief. You generals are not qualified to talk to me!" Dionysius laughed loudly, urging the horse to return to the battlefield.

"What did Dionysius say?!" Asked Ascamas hurriedly.

"What else can you say besides declaring war!" The good-tempered Philius was a little angry.

"The timid Dionysius didn't dare to stay a little longer and dared to declare war on us!" Askamas spit in the direction of Dionysius opposite him.

At this time, both Athesias and Cipros had arrived.

And Philius’s state of mind has also calmed down. With the precious opportunity of everyone to gather together, he looked at the three people and solemnly said: "Master Cypress, you have to control your army, don’t pay too much attention. Offensive, as long as you stay on guard. Our Dionysian army will guard the right wing with the Trina soldiers."

"With the Dionysian Army, I feel relieved!" Cipros laughed.

Felixius once again made a final reminder to the general general of Silitine: "Sir Azeris, please note that the right end of the square you lead should try to keep the offensive speed as consistent as the Dionysian army! Your left wing...please attack with the Crotone army!"

Azerias nodded to understand.

Philius finally turned his attention to General Crotone, who seemed to have a prejudice against Dionia, and sincerely said: "Master Askamas, the victory of the Southern Italian Allied Forces, and the tranquility of the whole of Greece. You Crotone!"

"Relax, my lords! Our Warriors of Crotone are already ready, just wait for the bugle to sound, and then launch a charge to defeat the Syracuses in one fell swoop!" Askamas was full of pride.

Felixius gazed at each of the generals with tension and excitement on his face. He stretched out his right fist and shouted with great hope: "The gods will bless Great Greece!"

"The gods bless Great Greece!" The other three responded aloud, and the four fists vigorously touched together, and then each set their horses back to their position.

There are two gods highly respected in the Greek city-states of the Western Mediterranean: one is the sun god Apollo. Apollo is not a powerful master god, but he is lucky in addition to controlling the sun, literature and art, and archery. addition.During the Great Colonial era, a wooden boat loaded with colonists sailed towards the unknown Western Mediterranean. They all hoped to escape the sea storm, successfully reach the land, find the land with rich grass and plants to settle, and not encounter the fierce indigenous people.Once they survived and succeeded in building the city, they would think it was Apollo's favor; what was the most important thing after they settled down?Of course, it is multiplying, growing the ethnic group, strengthening the strength, driving away the surrounding indigenous people, and expanding the territory. Therefore, another highly-respected deity is the queen Hera who is in charge of marriage, family and childbearing.

Among the city-states participating in the war today, the city-state patron saints of Syracuse, Crotone, Silitine, and Trina are all Apollo.Although the army of the city-states had divination with the sun god before they rushed to the battlefield, before the battle, the soldiers prayed again to Apollo for blessing.Just praying from both sides, how did Apollo decide?

Only the Dionyan soldiers sang carols to the dark and horrible Lord in the Greeks.

Effie Alter, like other comrades-in-arms, sang silently to the last part of the Hades carol: "...the great underworld ruler, the impartial and unselfish arbiter!

May my name shine on the Hall of Heroes when I die heroically

The soul is drawn by you to go to the Elysee that everyone yearns for!"

The soldiers felt terrified, and they were full of strength.

"Brothers, sort out equipment and wear helmets!" The captain's words came.

Effie Alter immediately placed a bayonet and two javelins in his right hand on the long shield in his left hand, took off the open helmet hanging on his shoulder and put it on, pulled down the leather ear protection and fastened it at the lower jaw .

When he finished all this, he used Yu Guang to see his comrades on both sides also quickly put on their helmets and regained their stand-up posture.He felt that this new type of helmet was much more convenient, his eyes could see the surroundings, and his ears could hear the words of his comrades. The previous Corinthian helmet would not work, and wearing it would make his eyes and ears immediately deaf and blind It seems that you can only see the enemy in front of you, you can only hear the sharp and high sound of the bugle, as if you are alone in the darkness, only the companion next to you occasionally shakes the figure and the power of the comrades behind you. To make him feel real.

If a fragile person wears a Corinthian helmet for a long time, he will definitely go crazy!Effie Alter often thinks so in his usual training, so after tasting the benefits of the new helmet, he never wants to wear a Collins helmet.

There is a saying about the army: the new helmet cannot protect the face.He scoffed at this: people responded the fastest to any stabbing attack on the face. If they couldn't even avoid this, then they would not be a qualified Dionysian soldier!

Looking at the soldiers of Syracuse wrapped in bronze armor a few hundred meters across, there was a trace of pity in his heart.

The familiar trumpet sound heard on the training field numerous times sounded at this time, high and majestic, but it gave him a different excitement than before.

"Go forward!" In the shout of the captain, Effie Alter held the shield in his left and the gun in his right, and slowly marched with the comrades along with the sound of snare drums.

Between the small squares, countless soldiers wearing leather armor rushed out of the passage between the squares and ran towards the enemy.

This magnificent scene is just like the one in countless training sessions.Effie Alter knew that the first fighters of the light infantry brigade would be the enemy.

And he and the heavy infantry comrades skillfully changed a javelin to his right hand, waiting for the moment of throwing in the unhurried march.

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After two days of meditation and careful preparation, as the offensive bugle sounded, the nervous Phyllis suddenly relaxed and muttered, "Finally started..."

But soon he raised his spirit and told the herald and the scout: to report to him the progress of the entire battlefield at any time!

The battle has only just begun. He must be 100% focused, as the Archbishop Davis has done on the battlefield in the past, ready to respond to various unexpected situations at any time, until the end of the battle and the victory comes.

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At the moment, Dionysius's focus was not on the battlefield: "Is the reinforcements going now? Where are they now?"

"The fleet led by Lord Leptines was loaded with 10,000 soldiers half an hour ago. He set sail from the port of Hebernian, and may have arrived at the mouth of the Ramato River...and Lord Fassipesas led Another army set off from Heberian City early in the morning, and it is now estimated that it will cross the Corta River..."

The adjutant made his own judgment seriously based on the information obtained from the scout.

At this moment, a herald drove from the rear: "Report! Lord Fasi Pesas led the army into the camp, and I was sent to ask the general general for the next order!"

Dionysius smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that Fasi Pesas' performance is really good this time, which has exceeded your estimate, Damocles."

Lieutenant Damocles smiled and said: "Because of your strategy, the big Greeks are completely fooled, and victory is in sight! Fasi Pesas also wants to make early contributions, otherwise it will be late and the battle will be over and victory. But you are the only one you have."

Dionysius smiled again and ordered: "Let Fasi Pesas lead the soldiers to rest temporarily in the camp and restore their strength. The battle has just begun."

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The two light infantry brigades of the 4th and 5th Legion of Dionynia advanced quickly, but their attempt to directly attack the Siracusa Infantry Phalanx failed, because the Syracuse also sent a large number of light infantry Infantry, so the outpost battle begins with the light infantry.

For a while, arrows flew, javelins staggered, and people on both sides kept screaming and falling.The Dionysian Light Infantry is more well-trained, and the Siracusa Light Infantry battlefield has more experience, because the Fourth and Fifth Legions are the latest to form, especially since the Fifth Legion has not participated in a real battle, so both sides After a fight, they are quite equal.

When the large forces approached 100 meters apart, the Siracusa light infantry retreated, and they must withdraw from the battlefield before the heavy infantry of both sides collided, otherwise they will be crushed into blood foam under the impact of huge forces.

The Dionysian light infantry has not yet been withdrawn. The more complex and smoother formation of the Dionysian Corps gave them the confidence to quickly withdraw from the battlefield before the heavy infantry of both sides collided, so they were not afraid of approaching Syracuse. Draw a heavy array like a mountain, and quickly shoot two rounds of arrows and javelins.

The arrow flashed cold light and flew down.Some hit the thick Corinthian helmet and bounced high, making the Syracuse soldiers dizzy; some were blocked by the round shield, except for hitting small pits on the smooth copper shield, it would not cause Any injury, only the bare arms and thighs shot can make it lose its combat effectiveness, but such casualties are too few.

However, the damage of the javelin is most. It can not only penetrate the breastplate, but also penetrate the round shield, making it difficult for the soldier to defend the shield.

The screams in the Syracuse array were like throwing a stone into a big river, completely covered by the sound of rumbling footsteps and the friction of armor and weapons.