Chapter 328
The Bruti Cavalry slowed down, and once they stopped, they became an easy target. In the dust, the cavalrymen were terrified. Not only did they have to guard against the enemy's javelins, but they also had to be careful not to trip over their fallen comrades.
Seeing that the cavalrymen behind them were in chaos, the cavalrymen who had rushed to the front had to turn back under the leadership of their leader and charge at the Diónia Light Infantry to save their comrades from their predicament.
Epithenis soon learned of the enemy's attack. Not only did he not evacuate the soldiers, but he led some of the Light Shieldbearers to meet the enemy. He knew very well that the cavalry charge was not the spears in the hands of the cavalrymen, but the running War Horse. If it collided with the unprotected Light Infantry, it would either result in broken bones or serious injuries. In fact, a dense spear formation was the best way to stop the cavalry charge, but the Light Infantry did not have this condition and had no time to prepare.
In the face of the aggressive Bruti Cavalry, he and the battle-hardened former Thracian Light Shieldbearers unhurriedly put the leather ropes on the javelins.
"Throw!" Epithenis roared and threw the javelin in his hand with all his might. The javelin flew flat and straight, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced deep into the neck of the War Horse in front of him.
The War Horse neighed miserably and immediately threw the cavalrymen off its back.
With this round of throwing by the Light Shieldbearers, the people in front of them were thrown off their feet. Instead of looking at the effect of the throwing, they quickly took out the reverse-blade blades at their waists, raised the leather shields in their left hands, and half-squatted on the ground. Aiming at the enemy cavalry that was already in front of them, they nimbly rolled to the left and right. When it was too late to dodge, they would fall to the ground and curl up into a ball, using the leather shields to protect their heads and chests from the trampling of the horses' hooves. When they saw the opportunity, they would use the curved blades of the reverse-blade blades to cut the legs of the horses, startling the War Horse and throwing the cavalrymen off.
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Just as the Bruti Cavalry was in trouble, the troops led by Cspit had already engaged the Bruti Light Infantry.
The crisscrossing arrows in the air were as dense as a thick dark cloud, and when they fell on both sides like a rain of arrows, they took away a lot of lives.
After a few rounds, the Bruti Light Infantry could not hold on any longer. After all, all of Diónia's archers were concentrated on the left flank. The number of archers was not comparable to Bruti, who was evenly distributed among the light infantry.
However, in the middle and right flank of the Diónia formation, the Bruti Light Infantry could rain arrows on the Diónia soldiers at will. They could even throw javelins as close as 50 meters.
The soldiers of the Legion of Dionysia erected a long shield wall, using thick copper shields and iron helmets to block the enemy's long-range attacks.
On the other hand, the team officers were shouting, "Hold on! Steady! Don't worry! It was to prevent the soldiers from throwing the javelins in their hands impulsively. Not only would it easily alert the enemy, but it would also disrupt the overall defense of the troops and lead to unnecessary casualties.
Fortunately, as the Bruti Light Infantry got closer and closer, the light infantry had to retreat immediately. They quickly passed through the gaps between the infantry and retreated to the rear. Otherwise, they would be surrounded by the infantry and pushed to the front of the battle, facing the heavily armored Greek heavy infantry.
The Bruti infantry finally began to run. They roared as they charged towards the Dionian phalanx, who were ready for battle.
Compared to the aggressive Bruti Light Infantry, the Diónia soldiers were as calm as a mountain. They held the javelins in their hands and kept their eyes on the distance from the enemy.
The officers shouted, "Javelins!"
Dark clouds floated out from the left, middle, and right flank of the seven to eight miles long formation.
The charging Bruti Light Infantry was caught off guard, and the sharp tips of the javelins instantly took away the lives of hundreds and thousands of soldiers. However, the rain of javelins did not slow down the pace of the Bruti Light Infantry. They stepped over the bodies of their comrades and advanced faster. Many Diónia soldiers did not have the time to throw a second javelin before they slammed into the shield wall of the Diónia formation. Countless cracks appeared on the shield wall.
The Bruti Light Infantry fearlessly rushed in, trying to widen the gap. The third and fourth rows of Diónia soldiers quickly raised their shields and used their javelins to force the enemy to retreat.
For a moment, the shields of the soldiers on both sides collided, the spears clashed, the dust filled the air, and the battle cries shook the sky …
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When the noon sun cast a shadow on the small sundial, Onatas, who was in charge of teaching Greek, announced that the morning class was over.
When the children cheered, he said solemnly, "Children, when you go back, I hope you can memorize this poem by Hesiod. It's best if you can recite it. As for these new words that I teach, you must remember them. I will check them tomorrow. Do you remember them?! "
"Yes, teacher!" The students answered in unison.
"Especially you, Patroclus." Onatas pointed at the child sitting in the distance and reminded him, "This time, be more careful when you go back. I don't want to see you stand as a punishment tomorrow, understand?"
Patroclus lowered his head in embarrassment.
The students around him burst into laughter.
Patroclus's terrible performance in Greek class was a stark contrast to his speed and accuracy in solving questions in Mathematics class.
Onatas left the classroom, and the students cheered and ran out.
Stefos grabbed Patroclus's arm and urged, "Hurry up! Hurry up! If you delay any longer, they will all be snatched away! "
The two of them rushed out of the classroom. As soon as they turned a corner, they heard a cry of "ouch". A little girl fell to the ground.
"Hey, are you two blind?!" Cynthia scolded. She bent down and asked with concern, "Gitia, are you okay?"
"I … am fine," Gitia answered weakly.
Cynthia pulled her up and turned to glare at the two boys. "Hurry up and apologize! Otherwise, don't even think of leaving! " Although Cynthia was the youngest, the two boys, who were extremely active in class, seemed to be very afraid of her. They hurriedly nodded and bowed. "Sorry, Gitia, we were going …"
"I am fine. Hurry up and go buy butter bread. If you are late, you will miss it." Gitia was not angry. Instead, she reminded them gently.
The two boys were relieved and quickly ran away. Patroclus did not forget to look back at Cynthia as he ran, and then quickly looked away.
Cynthia snorted. "Gitia, you are so easy to talk to. If it were me, I would not let them off so easily! "
Gitia smiled softly and patted the dust off her body.
"Oh, right! Come to my house for lunch today. Let's go eat real butter bread! " Cynthia suddenly thought of something and invited her. "When I left home this morning, my mother told me to bring you home at noon!"
Gitia did not say anything and nodded shyly.
The afternoon in Turín Primary School was generally arranged for sports. The boys would do simple military training and football, while the girls would run, jump, and play some games. Therefore, there was not much free time at noon.
Except for the children in Turín who had time to go home for lunch, the children who lived far away could only eat in the neighborhood. Fortunately, as the school's influence expanded, the number of students, teachers, guards, and other personnel increased, and merchants and vendors saw a business opportunity. They set up shops in the designated area outside the school, selling books, paper, stationery, clothes, food … The most famous one was the little restaurant built by the consul's wife, Krystoya. She provided lunch to the students at a low price, and the students' favorite lunch was the restaurant's new butter bread. Every day, students and even teachers would line up to buy it, and the supply could not meet the demand.
Cynthia and Gitia, as classmates in the same classroom, quickly became good friends. Cynthia invited Gitia to her house for the first time and was treated with great hospitality by Cristoya. Especially after knowing that Gitia was the adopted daughter of the Devers' old comrade, the captain of the First Legion, and Senator Alexis of the Senate (Alexis had always lived in Amendola and did not move to Turín), Cristoya warmly invited her to come to her house for lunch every day. Cristoya's enthusiasm brought her closer to Cynthia as mother and daughter.
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The delta between the Krati River and the Coseni River was originally a settlement area for the city's slaves. It was a collection, storage, and purification area for stone and copper mines. Not only was the security poor, the environment was terrible, and a lot of slag was dumped into the two rivers every day.
After the Devers came to Turín, they saw this situation and discussed with Cunogorata and Marigi many times on how to manage this area.
In the end, they moved the public slave settlement area to the north of the main city of Turín, next to the military camp. Not only was it far away from the residential areas of Turín, but it was also monitored by the military camp. If there was any abnormality, they could immediately send troops to suppress it. At the same time, they moved the stone mine to the market next to the port, and the copper mine to the business park in Amendola at the beginning of the year, next to the Saraceno River, so that they could get enough skilled manpower and interact well with other mines. Most importantly, the Krati River and the Coseni River, which were related to the lives and health of thousands of people in Turín, were free of pollution.
Then, the Devers planned this empty land as the cultural center of the entire Diónia Union. The Diónia School was established here, and the Diónia Academy, which represented the highest scientific and cultural level of the Union, was being built. It was already clear that Helpes, the director of the Turín Hospital, would build a medical school in the Academy; Mentotic-Els would also move the mathematics research institute there; Ancitanos planned to set up a historical research group.
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