Chapter 409
"Sir, do you already have a plan?" Antonio asked hurriedly.
The Devers looked at the two Legion Commanders with sparkling eyes. "From the way the Samonians treated the Legio III, their commander is a decisive and decisive person. Plus, the Samonians are more arrogant, so …"
… …
The army of Syracuse worked hard for the whole night, and accidents occurred frequently. Therefore, on the second day, almost all the soldiers were resting.
The camp of Syracuse's army stretched for more than ten miles, occupying all the open space from the west of Rockley to the coast. It also cut off the north-south traffic. Although it was called a camp, it was actually a hastily built tents by the soldiers. There was not even a simple fence around the perimeter. There was no protection at all. Of course, the neighboring hostile city-states, Corunna and Taurina on the west of the mountain had long been shocked by the huge army of Syracuse. They did not even have enough self-protection, so they did not dare to take the initiative to attack.
At noon, Dionysius woke up from his deep sleep. He had just eaten breakfast and was about to discuss with his relative, Demodocas, about the deployment of troops when he received an urgent report from the guards. There were about twenty thousand soldiers of the Southern Alliance in the territory of Corunna!
Dionysius was shocked. His army had just arrived in Rockley, and the reinforcements of the Southern Alliance had already arrived. How could they be so fast? Unless the enemy knew that he would set off on that day, so they had made preparations in advance. But how was that possible? He had also decided to set off based on when the Samonians would attack Potentia and when the Devers of Diónia would leave Turií. It had only been two days since the deployment was arranged. (Although the army had already begun to gather outside the city of Syracuse, and the fleet had long been prepared, they had not moved). It was impossible for the city-states of Greece to react so quickly in such a short period of time, so he decided to find out for himself.
As the tyrant of Syracuse, Dionysius was not just a manipulator behind the scenes who only knew how to play with conspiracies. He was once a hero who fought against the Carthaginian invasion. Otherwise, he would not have been the one who was placed high hopes on by the panicked people when Syracuse was in danger and eventually elected as the general. Even though he was now firmly seated on the throne of the usurper and no longer needed to personally lead the charge, he still took the lead from time to time to set an example. A few years ago, he led his army to attack Carthage's strategic town of Motia in Sicily. After a long time of failure, he heard from the surrendered soldiers that there was a secret passage that could lead directly to the core area of Motia. He immediately led 2,000 suicide squad members and crossed the steep back mountain trail in an attempt to raid the Motians. Unfortunately, he was discovered by the enemy and was besieged. Fortunately, his men came to his rescue, and with the blessing of the Goddess of Fortune, he was able to escape the disaster.
At this moment, he quickly led his military adviser Phoebidas, the important generals of Syracuse, Fasipesas and Astagras, as well as the leader of the Numibian mercenaries, Asrita, and 500 Numibian cavalrymen, to the north.
It was more than 60 miles from Locley to Coniya. Along the narrow and winding coast, the War Horse trod on the somewhat messy and uneven muddy road. After two hours, they entered Coniya's territory. Then, Dionysius saw the enemy cavalry patrolling ahead.
Seeing their all-black attire, Dionysius, who had long studied the Greek city-state army carefully, immediately made a judgment. "It's the cavalry of Diónia!"
Hearing this, Phoebidas, who was also surprised at how the reinforcements of the Southern Alliance came so quickly, seemed to have an answer. For the past few years, he had been paying attention to this Greek city-state alliance that had humiliated him. He had more or less learned about the army of Diónia. This alliance, which valued military strength as much as Sparta, was indeed very different from the other Greek city-states in terms of military strength. It was possible that they could arrive quickly.
The leader of the Numibian mercenaries, Akhilita, hurriedly whistled a few times, and 30 Numibian cavalrymen rushed over. The ten Diónia scouts turned and ran.
The two sides began a chase, which actually allowed the Numibian cavalrymen to close the distance between them. They clamped their legs tightly on the bellies of their horses. In such a fast gallop, they did not use their hands to pull the reins. Instead, they freed their hands to grab a few javelins in their left hand and pull one out with their right hand. They leaned back slightly and threw it with all their might.
More than a dozen javelins crisscrossed in the air, followed by a few screams. Three Diónia cavalrymen were hit by the javelins and fell off their horses. Another two War Horses were hit by the javelins. They neighed and jumped, throwing the cavalrymen on their backs.
In just one encounter, the ten Diónia scouts were reduced by half, causing the remaining Diónia cavalrymen to flee desperately to the camp.
The Numibians captured two cavalrymen alive and brought them to Dionysius.
Dionysius sat high on his horse, looking down at them and said coldly, "Tell me, how many soldiers of Diónia have come? Who is leading the army? What is the battle plan in Corunna? Whoever can tell me the best and the most detailed, I'll let him go. "
The two Diónia captives looked at each other and did not speak.
Dionysius did not have the patience to wait for the two nameless pawns to speak. He snorted coldly, "Since you won't speak, then let the Numibians send you across the Styx! Akhilita! "
"Sir Dionysius, I'm here!" Akhilita smiled ferociously, revealing his uneven yellow teeth. His long, unkempt hair covered most of his face. He jumped off his horse and pulled out the short sword at his waist. As he approached, one of the captives began to become nervous.
When Akhilita grabbed his shoulder and aimed the sharp tip of the sword at his throat, he shouted in panic, "I'll speak! I'll speak! "
Akhilita looked back at Dionysius, and Dionysius nodded.
He let go of the captive and waited for him to speak again.
At this time, the other captive shouted loudly, "Lachibulus, are you crazy!? Do you want your family and children to never be able to hold their heads up high in Turií and be despised by others!? Do you want to be unable to pass the judgment of Hades after your death, and your soul to be pushed into the terrifying hell of a mountain of knives and a sea of fire!? … "
"What are you waiting for!?" Dionysius saw that the hesitation on the captive's face was dissipating after hearing his comrade's shout, and hurriedly shouted.
Akhilita immediately rushed towards the other captive with his sword.
The soldier looked at the ferocious Numibian rushing towards him with a calm expression and shouted to his comrade, "I'll wait for you at Elysee!"
The sharp sword cut his neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain, but he did not cry out in pain. He gritted his teeth and finally fell straight down.
Lachibulus looked sorrowful, but his eyes became determined. He closed his eyes, straightened his chest, and shouted loudly, "Come, give me a sword! My name will be on the Hall of Martyrs! "
Akhilita looked at Dionysius again.
Dionysius was inexplicably irritated. He waved his hand forcefully, and then urged his horse forward.
Phoebidas watched the captive be executed, and only then did he catch up with them on horseback. At the same time, he sighed and said, "What two warriors! If the soldiers of Diónia were like them, this war would be difficult to fight! " One had to know that in the war between the Greek city-states, both sides were mostly ordinary citizen soldiers. Once the war was unfavorable, it was very easy for them to flee, and it was common for them to surrender after being captured. It was rare for Leonidas to lead 300 Sparta soldiers to defend Hot Spring Gate and eventually die in battle. Now, in addition to Sparta, there was also Diónia. How could Phoebidas not be shocked?
"That Devers bragged that he was Hades's' Chosen One ', and these stupid Greeks actually believed him!" Said Dionysius angrily. He then emphasized, "The outcome of a war is decided by strength. A fake Chosen One won't change the outcome of a war!"
Phoebidas did not say anything, but he was feeling uneasy.
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"Commander, our legion has been marching since yesterday, and we've been building our camp at night. We've been rushing to Corunna this morning, and we haven't had much rest yet. Can we just build the trenches and barricades today, let our brothers have a good sleep, and finish the camp tomorrow? "Epthenis asked Felicius.
Felicius was a little hesitant. Of course, he could see the fatigue of the soldiers, but they were now at the frontline of the battlefield, and Syracuse's army could arrive at any time. According to the 'Military Law of Diónia', they had to speed up the construction of a sturdy camp. So he turned to the 5th Corps Commander, Dracos, who was sitting on the other side, and asked, "What do you think?"
Of course, Dracos answered without hesitation, "No matter how tired we are, we have to let the soldiers build the camp according to the military law, and rest well at night."
"If your legion wants to continue, you can do it yourselves. Our legion spent the whole night digging a camp for you, so of course we're more tired than you!" Epthenis glanced at Dracos and said with dissatisfaction.
"Alright, alright!" Felicius quickly tried to smooth things over, "Our brothers are indeed tired, but …"
While Felicius was considering how to express his decision in a more tactful manner, he saw Sobokos, the captain of the cavalry, rushing over.
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