Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

"Poulus, your performance was the worst yesterday. The brothers have already started fighting against the Gauls. You are still far behind, affecting our entire team's record!"

"Ah, forgive him, he is still on the battlefield for the first time, fear is normal."

"I... I'm not afraid, it's because my leather sandals are broken."

"This reason is well compiled."

"It's really broken!"

"That is also your fault! The military law has long stipulated that soldiers should take care of their equipment, and shoes are also one of the equipment. You don't check it well. You are out of the basket during the battle. No one can blame others. Fortunately, yesterday's action It’s an attack. If it’s a retreat, you’ll be caught by the enemy, and no one can save you.”

"It's hard to say that when retreating, Polus might take off his shoes and run faster than us."

"you--"

"Okay, don't say anything! Apart from being left behind at the beginning, Polus performed very well in the battles that followed. Brothers, think about the first time we went to the battlefield, Bipolus It’s not much better, so don’t blame each other. Remember! Our team is a whole. Only by helping each other and fighting side by side like a brother, can we defeat the enemy and let ourselves live well!"

"The captain is right! Let's have a toast together to celebrate yesterday's victory and that none of us were injured!"

"dry!!"

The soldiers yelled and drank the wine from the glass, and the pretty young waitress hurried over to pour them wine.

"Suna, have you considered it?! Marry me, wait for me to retire, and follow me to Turi! That's the greatest city in the world!..." A soldier said with a strong spirit words.

The other soldiers immediately started to coax.

The waitress is a bit shy, but she has also experienced a lot of her head out to make a living. She said softly: "Captain Nikapalos, I heard that you have regulations that soldiers are not allowed to get married while in service."

Nicapalos is of course toward his own soldiers, so he said right: "It does have this rule, but you can get engaged first. I heard that there are already several people in our residential area who have been married to the soldiers in our military camp."

"Yes, yes, you can get engaged first!" The soldiers at the table roared loudly, and the soldier who said he was going to marry was laughing silly.

The waitress didn't panic too much, her big eyes turned flexibly, and she turned to look at the kitchen: "I can't do such a thing for such an important thing, it's only my father's words."

The tavern owner who cuts the meat in the kitchen has been paying attention to the movements in the restaurant, and immediately shouted in stiff Greek: "No!" After that, the sound of the collision between the meat cleaver and the cutting board became louder.

A soldier laughed and said, "Koradas, who made you drunk last time, you have to take Suna's hand and offend your future father-in-law."

"When did I pull Suna's hand?" Corradas looked blank.

"You were drunk at that time, of course I don't remember. The captain was afraid that you would be imprisoned, so that everyone would hide it and say nothing."

Koradas saw that he was very serious, so he glanced at each teammate, including the captain, and saw that they all had a "true" look on their faces. To Suna.

Su Na had already hid in the kitchen.

"Suna, this guy dared to bully you, let me teach you a lesson for you!" A man stood up next to the dining table and said aloud, but was another group of soldiers.

"This is between me and Suna, it's your fart, get away!"

"Corradas, they all say that you are the most powerful soldier of our unit, but I am not afraid of you! Today we compare and compare, whoever wins, who is Suna!"

"Come and come, after a while you are beaten down, don't cry!"

Just when the two soldiers met and the comrades around were all coaxing, the two captains quickly stopped loudly: "Don't make trouble, do you want to be punished by the military judge?!"

When it comes to the military judge, the soldiers' excitement is like pouring a pot of cold water. Almost everyone has been punished by him in the military camp for more than a year, so everyone sits back to the original. Bit, drinking wine quietly.

But Corradas was still a little unwilling and said indignantly: "Boy, let's take a good look at the next company football match to see who is the best!"

"The contest is the contest, who is afraid of who!" The soldier responded unwillingly.

After a small disturbance subsided, the pub was still full of laughter and excitement.

After drinking and relaxing here, the soldiers will hang out in the streets of the civilian area, buy some daily necessities in various shops, but before the sun goes down, they must rush back to the barracks and participate in the gathering of the captain. If they are late, they will inevitably You will be punished, whether it is cleaning the toilet, feeding livestock, boiling water in the bathroom, cleaning the street...it is a hard and tiring job, so under normal circumstances the soldiers will return to camp on time.

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More than half of the construction of this flat and wide stone slab avenue on the horse riding horses was attributed to the soldiers of the Border Corps. The construction of the road is also part of the military training of the Border Corps. During more than a year, the head of the regiment took out It took a lot of time for the soldiers to build this road.

Four months ago, the avenue connected to Florentia, and just last month another avenue connected three military camps, and finally connected to the port city of Pisai, but the avenue undoubtedly grew more than ten times. Tens of thousands of laborers were recruited by the Etruscan Union. Under the command of engineers dispatched by the Department of Construction of Dionysia, they worked together to complete it, all for the purpose of better protection and enhanced border defense.

The training ground is not far from the barracks, and is close to the civilian area. It is a flat grass field that has been repaired and has a large area.

On the side of the grass field, there are dozens of hard wooden piles with a height of one person. Under the supervision and guidance of the team officers, the heavy infantrymen held long shields and bayonets (or short swords) and repeatedly poke at the wooden piles. Thorn (or stab).On the other side of the grass field, there are many targets, and the light infantry are practicing bows and arrows and javelins.

In front of the target on the far side, there was a man wearing a purple and red crown helmet throwing a javelin, but he saw a few steps of running, shouting, struggling to throw it, the javelin jumped a distance of 50 meters, wearing Through the thick wooden target.

Behind him stood several men who were also wearing high-ranking officer armor cheering loudly. The other soldiers seemed to be accustomed to it, and no one cast a curious look.

Even if Masim could not see the face of the javelin man, he knew that it was Hasdrubal, the commander of the Border Corps. This commander from Carthage always likes to come down in training and take the lead. So he was respected by the soldiers.

Massim jumped off the horse, rearranged the helmet and breastplate, and walked straight towards the training ground of the light infantry.

The armory keeper who was watching the piles of javelins and arrows next to him saw Massim's arrival and immediately greeted him: "Good morning, Master Massim!"

"After yesterday's battle, did the weapons consume a lot?" Massim asked directly.

"There is nothing to consume, sir." The custodian replied: "I heard that there were not many Gauls who attacked Florentia yesterday. Our troops arrived very timely. The Gauls were still looting in the village, so the team officer They directly sent heavy infantry companies to attack, and did not use light infantry, and the battle ended quickly, and the soldiers’ armor and weapons were not greatly damaged. So far, no one has applied for replacement of armor and weapons."

Massim nodded and asked, "Is there any gain?"

"Two Gaul helmets, 5 large swords, 14 wooden shields, 25 spears, 19 sets of Gaul clothing, and they also captured 4 Gauls..." The custodian paused, softly He said: "Early early in the morning, the finance officer came. He said, "We can't use all these things. He will take them all and sell them to the merchants." I said, "I can't be the master, I must get your approval from the lord." It will do.'"

During the Persian Expeditionary Force, there were people in the mercenaries who were in charge of financial affairs. This position remained until the establishment of the Dionysian Union.After the establishment of the Kingdom, the logistics support system of the Legion was improved, and all the soldiers of the Legion were citizens of the Kingdom. Therefore, each legion no longer set up the post of financial officer, and the loot obtained was handed over to the battalion for temporary custody, and finally sent by the military department. The munitions officer will deal with it, or call a merchant to auction loot, or transfer part of the loot to the treasury.Some of the money thus obtained was used to provide relief to soldiers and their families who were killed or injured in the war, some was deposited in a small treasury in the Ministry of Military Affairs, and some was transferred back to the army as a reward for the soldiers' victory.

But the Frontier Corps is different. Soldiers are hired and have monthly remuneration. The money comes from the treasury. Therefore, a special financial officer has been set up, which is assigned by the financial department.There was a dispute between the Military Department and the Finance Department about the question of who should handle the spoils of the Frontier Corps. The final decision was made by Daveus, and was handed over to the Corps Finance Officer.

He did this for security reasons. After all, the soldiers of the Border Corps were not citizens of Dionysian, and the most important property of the soldiers was handed over to the officials of the Ministry of Finance. , Or controlled by the regimental commander.

The loot control was originally the responsibility of the chief officer, but the border legion was assigned to the newly established financial officer. Massims has some opinions, but he is an agent and he is not a Dionysian citizen, so he can only Buried this dissatisfaction in my heart, on the surface it is relatively harmonious with the financial officer.

At this time, he said calmly: "I know this, you did a good job! After we return to the armory to confirm the trophies, you can ask the treasurer to take them away, but you must confirm the number. And let him sign the letter..."