Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

Dionysius nodded slightly, then backed his horse.

Dionysius, stop for me! Askamas shouted.

I have already met your commander, and your generals are not qualified to talk to me! Dionysius laughed loudly, urging the horse to return to the formation.

What did Dionysius say?! Asked the hurried Askamas.

What else can I say other than declaring war! The good-tempered Felixius couldn't help but get a little angry.

The cowardly Dionysius didn't dare to stay for a while, and dared to declare war on us! Askamas spit in the direction of the opposite Dionysius.

At this time, Athesias and Cypros had already arrived.

And Felixius's mood has also calmed down. Taking advantage of the precious opportunity for everyone to get together, he looked at the three of them and said solemnly: Lord Cypros, you must control your army and don't pay too much attention to it. Offensive, as long as you hold steady. Our Dionian army will hold the right flank with the Trina soldiers.

I'm very relieved to be with the Dionian Legion! Cypros laughed.

Felixius once again made a final reminder to the general of the commanding army of Sirius: Lord Ashes, please note that the right end of the phalanx you lead should try to maintain the same attack speed as the army of Dionia! Your left flank . . . please attack boldly with the Crotone army!

Ashes nodded in understanding.

Felixius finally turned his attention to the general Crotone, who seemed to have a prejudice against Dionia, and said sincerely: Lord Askamas, the victory of the southern Italian coalition and the peace of the whole of Great Greece depend on You are from Crotone!

Don't worry, my lords! Our Crotone warriors are already ready, waiting for the bugle to sound, and then launch a charge to defeat the Syracuses in one fell swoop! Askamas was full of pride.

Felixius stared at every general with nervousness and excitement on his face, stretched out his right fist, and shouted with hope: The gods will bless Great Greece!

Gods bless Great Greece! The other three responded spontaneously, the four fists collided forcefully, and then each drove their horses and returned to their main formation.

In the Greek city-states of the Western Mediterranean, there are two highly respected gods: one is the sun god Apollo. Apollo is not a powerful main god, but in addition to being in charge of the sun, literature and art, and archery,

There are also lucky bonuses. In the era of great colonization, a wooden ship loaded with colonists sailed to the unknown western Mediterranean. They all hoped to be lucky enough to escape the storm at sea, successfully reach the land, find land with luscious water and grass to settle in, and not encounter violent indigenous people. Once they survived and built the city, they thought it was Apollo's favor; and what was the most important thing after settling down? Of course, it is to multiply, to strengthen the ethnic group, to increase its strength, to drive away the surrounding natives, and to expand the territory. Therefore, another highly respected god is Hera, the goddess of marriage, family and fertility.

Among the city-states participating in the war today, the protector of the city-states of Syracuse, Crotone, Siridin, and Trina are Apollo. Although the army of the city-states had already performed divination to the sun god before they rushed to the battlefield, before the battle, the soldiers prayed to Apollo again for blessing. It's just that prayers come from both the enemy and us. How does this make Apollo choose?

Only the Dionian soldiers sang hymns to the Lord of Darkness, who was terrifying in the hearts of the Greeks.

Like other comrades-in-arms, Effieart sang silently to the last stanza of Hades' ode: ...the great ruler of the underworld, the just and selfless arbiter!

May my name shine on Valhalla when I die valiantly,

The soul is led by you, to the Elysee that everyone yearns for!

The soldiers were all terrified and full of strength.

Brothers, organize your equipment and wear a helmet! came the team leader's words.

Effieart immediately placed a stab gun and two javelins in his right hand on the long shield in his left hand, took off the open helmet hanging on his shoulders and put it on, pulled down the leather ear protectors, and fastened them at the chin. .

When he finished all of this, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the comrades on both sides also quickly put on their helmets and resumed their standing defense posture. He felt that this new type of helmet was much more convenient. His eyes could see the surrounding situation, and his ears could hear the words of his comrades in arms. The old Corinthian helmet was not good. Wearing it would make his eyes and ears immediately deaf and blind. It was as if he could only see the enemy in front of him, and could only hear the high-pitched and high-pitched bugle, as if he was alone in the darkness, with only the occasionally swaying figures of his companions and the surging power of his comrades behind him. to make him feel real.

If a person with a fragile heart wears a Corinthian helmet, he will go crazy for a long time! Effieart often thinks this way in his usual training, so after tasting the benefits of the new helmet, he never wants to wear the Corinthian helmet again.

There is a saying circulating in the Legion that the new helmet does not protect the face well. He scoffed at this: people react the fastest to any attack in the face, and if you can't dodge this, you're not a qualified Dionian Legionnaire!

Looking at the Syracuse soldiers who were wrapped in bronze armor a few hundred meters away, a trace of pity for them rose in his heart.

The familiar bugle, which he had heard countless times on the training ground, sounded at this time. It was loud and majestic, but it gave him a different excitement than before.

Go forward! In the shout of the squad leader, Effieart held a shield in the left and a gun in the right, and walked slowly along with the comrades accompanied by the sound of the snare drums.

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

It's a spectacular sight like it's been during countless training sessions. Effieart knew that the first to meet the enemy would be the comrades of these light infantry brigade.

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

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After two days of contemplation and careful preparation, with the sound of the attack bugle, the nervous Felixius suddenly relaxed and murmured, It's finally starting...

But soon he regained his spirits and told the herald and the scout: Report to him the progress of the entire battlefield at any time!

The battle has just begun, and he must be 100% focused, as Archon Davos has done on the battlefield in the past, and be ready to deal with various unexpected situations until the final battle is over and victory comes.

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At this moment, Dionysius's attention was not on the battlefield: Have the reinforcements set off now? Where are they now?

The fleet led by Lord Leputines was loaded with 10,000 soldiers and set sail from the Hibernian port half an hour ago, and it may have reached the mouth of the Lamato River by now... And Lord Fasipesas led the fleet. Another army set out from Hibernian early in the morning, and is now estimated to have crossed the Corta...

The adjutant earnestly made his own judgment based on the information he had received from the scout office.

At this moment, a messenger rushed from behind: Report! Lord Fasipesas led the army into the camp, and sent me to ask the plenipotentiary general for the next order!

Dionysius smiled with satisfaction: It seems that this time Fasipesas' performance is really good, it has exceeded your estimate, Damocles.

The adjutant Damocles smiled and said: Because of your plan, my lord, the great Greeks have been completely fooled, and victory is at hand! Fasipesas also wants to make contributions early, otherwise it will be too late, the battle is over, victory is over. But it's yours alone.

Dionysius smiled again and ordered: Let Fasipesas lead the soldiers to rest temporarily in the camp to recover their strength. The battle has just begun.

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The two light infantry battalions of Dionia's Fourth and Fifth Corps advanced rapidly, but their attempt to directly attack the Syracuse infantry phalanx was unsuccessful, because the Syracuses also sent a large number of light infantry. infantry, so the outpost starts with a light infantry contest.

For a while, arrows came and went, javelins staggered, and people on both sides kept falling down screaming. The Dionysian light infantry was more well-trained, and the Syracuse light infantry had more battlefield experience, because the fourth and fifth armies were formed the latest, especially the fifth army had not participated in a real battle, so the two sides Fight evenly.

When the distance between the large troops was almost 100 meters, the Syracuse light infantry retreated. They had to withdraw from the battlefield as soon as possible before the heavy infantry on both sides collided, otherwise they would be crushed into blood under the impact of the huge force.

The Dionysian light infantry has not yet withdrawn. The more complex and smoother formation of the Dionysian Legion gives them the confidence to withdraw quickly from the battlefield before the heavy infantry of the two sides collide, so they are not afraid of the approaching Syracuse. The array was as thick as a mountain, and quickly shot two rounds of arrows and javelins.

The arrow flashed cold light and flew down. Some hit the thick Corinthian helmets and bounced high, causing Syracuse soldiers to feel slightly dizzy; Any damage, only a shot in the exposed arms and thighs would make it incapacitating, but such casualties were far too few.

But the damage of the javelin is much more. It can not only penetrate the breastplate, but also penetrate into the round shield, making it difficult for soldiers to swing the shield for defense.

The screams resounding in the Syracuse array were like throwing a stone into a big river, completely obscured by the rumbling footsteps and the friction of armor and weapons, making no waves.