Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

At this time, the Lucalia had already appeared in Davos' sight.

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

The company captains began to order their subordinates into the designated positions in an orderly manner:

The 1st Infantry Company follows me up to the wooden wall on the east side of the North Gate!

The brothers of the Second Infantry Company follow me to the wooden wall on the north side of the South Gate!

Brothers of the 3rd Infantry Company, follow me to the playground! Damn it, hurry up!

The archers of the 1st Light Infantry Company will be led by the squad leader to the various posts on the south side!

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Soon, the soldiers were in their places, leaving only the group of routed soldiers surrounded by the escort.

How many people are there? Davos anxiously asked Felixius, who had just gone to comfort him.

A lot! Nearly four hundred people, most of them are free people, and most of them have no weapons. Felixius said.

Mercis! Davos shouted.

Mersis came in a hurry.

How many javelins do we have left?

Five hundred and twenty-six. It was made by the blacksmith shop in Turui in the past two days. All the money we earned in the market was spent on the manufacture of these weapons... Mersis complained.

Davos didn't have the heart to listen to him at the moment, and said to Philisius: Give each of them a javelin, and then assign a few people to each team and let them also participate in the defense!

Understood! Felixius walked towards the routed soldiers.

Mersis stood still.

Davos understood what he was hesitating about, and immediately said: The javelin is used up, and it has to be taken back, and the Lucarians didn't send us weapons!

This remark immediately made Mersis smile. He immediately ordered the slaves to go to the baggage camp to carry weapons. Out of trust in Davos, he didn't think about it at all: the mercenaries might not be able to repel the enemy, but the camp would danger of being overrun.

The mercenaries stood behind the wooden wall without a trace of worry. They calmly watched the flood of enemies rushing toward the camp, and they had the leisure to educate the recruits.

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

It's so necessary! Ctipps said excitedly: I hope these indigenous barbarians have a good taste of the traps I dug!

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While leaning on the wooden wall, the mercenaries seized the time to recover the physical strength they had consumed before; they were eagerly preparing to watch the show. As for Hiros's fifth-tier infantry company, since they had not participated in the battle before, they wished that the enemy could rush over immediately and fight with them.

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As soon as the soldiers of Picocis separated from Grummentum's forces, they continued their pursuit east.

Geninat ran at the front, and the mercenary camp had come into his sight. He shouted: Rush in! Kill them all!

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

Company captain, the Lucanians are less than 200 meters away from the camp! The archer squad leader on the outpost shouted to Alpins on the ground.

Remind me again at 100 meters! Alpuins replied, turning around and ordering the slingers behind him: Get ready!

Because the aisle behind the wooden wall was too narrow, the slingers could not use it, so they had to come under the wall. At this moment, they silently took out egg-sized stones from their waist skins and put them into the net pockets in the middle of the slings.

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One hundred meters!

The eyes of the soldiers on the wooden wall were fixed on the front, and when they saw that many Lucanians entered the area, they couldn't help cheering.

Geninat didn't know what the Greeks in the camp were calling ghosts,

He subconsciously lifted the round shield in his hand. When chasing, many soldiers thought that the round shield was too heavy and affected the speed, so they threw them away, and he kept holding it.

Greeks, you'll be silent for a while! he whispered viciously, and suddenly felt a tingling pain in his right foot.

There's a trap! He was startled, and instinctively pulled back his foot, but the more severe pain came, and the pain made him almost speechless. Looking down, a large piece of flesh was torn off on the right calf, and it was bleeding nonstop. Peeking through the weeds, an iron thorn about 30 centimeters long with a sharp front and barbs was slanted into the soil. The lower end of the iron thorn was tightly welded into a piece of wood and buried deep in the soil, no wonder it could tear off the flesh so powerfully.

Vicious Greeks!... Gnainath cursed, tore a piece of linen from his body, wrapped his wounded leg, propped himself up with a spear, held back the pain, and shouted: Be careful, there is iron on the ground. hook!!

His warning was too late, many soldiers fell to the ground one after another, screaming again and again, while the mercenaries on the wooden wall heard the screams of the enemy, and cheered loudly: The meat hook works! Fall down again. One!……

The veterans will tell the recruits contentedly that this is the masterpiece of the leader of Daves, which makes the recruits have more respect for Daves. In fact, this is the standard for the Romans to build camps in the history of the previous life. Davos learned it from the military history forum. This kind of trap seems to have little lethality, but in fact, the foot is injured. Soldiers lost their combat effectiveness.

The succeeding Lucanian warriors naturally became much more cautious when they saw this tragic situation. They bent down, searched carefully among the grass and rocks, and moved forward carefully in order to avoid those terrible traps. Unexpectedly, the long-range strike of the mercenaries came immediately. Although the slingers could not see the enemy, they were observed by the archers on the outpost. In addition, there were a large number of Pixis soldiers, so the accuracy was not low, and they had to avoid flying. Naturally, it was impossible to pay attention to the ground beneath the stone's blow, so that the Picosses were either hit by flying stones or stabbed by iron hooks...

After a difficult advance of dozens of meters, they encountered a more terrifying trap - what the mercenaries called tombstones. It is a pit with a depth of about 1.5 meters, and there are sharpened wooden stakes buried under it, which are covered with floating soil.

When the chief leader of Picossis, Cincinnager, arrived, he saw countless soldiers who fell to the ground and covered their feet. The color of fear, flinching...

What's going on?! Why don't you attack?! Cincinnager asked angrily while looking at the countless people who fell to the ground with heartache.

Father. Geninat used a spear as a crutch, walked up to him one step at a time, and said sadly: The despicable Greeks have made many traps outside the camp, and we... many of our warriors have been injured. , not yet able to approach their camp.

Warriors?! You are worthy of being called warriors!! Cincinnager's rebuke made everyone around him bow their heads in shame.

Seeing that his most important son was wounded and looked embarrassed, and his usual heroic expression was replaced by tiredness and decadence, Cincinnage felt even more heartbroken, and his tone became softer: How is your injury?

It's all flesh wounds, it's okay. Gennat held on, and said, It's just... our clansmen suffered too many casualties... can't... can't attack any more...

Cincinnagar nodded slightly, looking at the mercenary camp not far away, thinking of the casualties these mercenaries caused his soldiers, a resentment flooded into his heart: Let the Brutians come on!

After the Greek army retreated, the Vig City warriors did not have the impulse of the Pixis people to rush for revenge, so the pursuit speed was not fast, and they arrived at the same time as Cincinnag. Ke Ren had to bow his head under the low eaves. As the great leader of Vig City, Sedorum accepted the order of Cincinnagar, and only made a request: to borrow the round shield of the Picocis warriors.

Cincinnagar agreed.

The Picosses commanded the Vigos and made them feel resentful. They sighed and tried to prove that they were stronger than the soft guys of the Picosses. They learned the lessons of the Picosses and did not go to the wasteland. Instead, they attacked only from this flat, not wide passage in front of the enemy camp. Holding their round shields and tightly protecting their heads, they lined up in long queues and moved forward cautiously...