Chapter 68
Burcos hesitated for a moment, but he still decided to tell the truth. After all, this was an open secret, and he did not want this matter to affect the trust between the two of them. "When Tuliyi was built, Athens and Crotone had an agreement. 'Crotone and Tuliyi will maintain peace, but Tuliyi will not be allowed to build a city on Sybaris. At the same time, Sybaris will remain the same.'
"What a domineering Crotone! Did they use the ruins to show everyone how powerful Clotho is? "the Devers asked curiously.
"Maybe. But it also reminds the Turís to never make the same mistake as Sybaris! "Burcos said, trying to act tough.
"The Turís are quite tolerant," the Turís joked. Dyvers said jokingly. Seeing Burcos' expression turn ugly, he had to ask, "Isn't it a violation of the agreement for us to camp here?"
Burcos pretended to be relaxed and said, "The situation is urgent. I believe the Crotone will understand."
"I hope the Crotone think the same," the Devers replied.
Burcos did not say anything else. He had experienced the Devers' shrewdness before, and he believed that the Devers had already seen the crux of the matter.
The group continued to move forward. The broken walls and rocks gradually decreased, and the ground became flatter.
Felicius, who was walking in front, stopped and turned around. "Chief, I think we should use this as the center and build a camp."
The Devers stood on a big rock and looked around. The mercenary camp that they had arrived at earlier was about 200 meters to the north, the Krati River to the south, the sea to the east, and the farmland to the west.
He jumped down and used the tip of his right foot to poke the soil. Underneath the thin layer of soil was something hard. It should be the stone bricks that were laid in Sybaris back then. This should be the center of Sybaris.
The Devers nodded and said, "Okay."
Felicius turned around and walked back to inform the soldiers who were still disembarking at the dock.
At this moment, dozens of people came out of the mercenary camp and ran over.
"Hey, where did you guys come from?" the leader of the group shouted.
Burcos recognized him and stepped forward, "Dracos, this is the leader of the Devers from Thessaly invited by Turís. Like you, their mercenaries will also be fighting against the Lucarians."
"Oh? When Drax saw how young the Devers were, he could not help but feel strange and contemptuous. Then, he saw Asistes leading the guards to mark the ground and measure it. His expression changed slightly. "What are they doing?"
"We will camp here. From now on, our two armies will be neighbors!" Devers said with a smile.
"Are you going to camp here?!" Dracos's eyes widened, and his voice grew louder.
"It's more convenient to camp here, and we can communicate with each other." The Devers saw the change in his expression, but he didn't care.
"Who's going to cooperate with you! Don't drag us down! You can't camp here. You have to retreat at least 300 meters to the south before you can camp! "Drax ordered in a tough tone.
"300 meters to the south, then our camp will be near the river!" The Devers reminded him.
"I don't care! Think of a way yourself. We have to leave this place immediately! "Drax said in a tough manner.
"Dracos, this is Turís land. You don't have any right to make such a decision!" Burcos shouted at him.
"But you Turís marked the ruins of Sybaris as our mercenary camp. That means I have the right. Who asked us to be here first?" Dracos said arrogantly.
Burcos wanted to speak again, but the Devers held him back.
"I understand. It seems like we have to rely on our strength to decide who's in charge here." The Devers sneered.
"Hey, young man, you're a sensible man. What's wrong? Do you want to fight?!" Drax laughed in disdain.
The Devers called the Asistes over and whispered, "Quick, call the troops over. Tell them that there's a good opportunity to exercise here."
"Understood!" The Asistes ran back excitedly.
"Martius, what are you waiting for? Follow me!" The Devers said and dashed forward.
Back then, Martius was also a warrior on par with Martonis in the Xilos Squad. When he became the captain of the guards, he had to manage the guards on a daily basis. Thus, his aggressive nature had been curbed a lot. It was rare for him to encounter a good opportunity, and he had long been eager to get into action. He led the thirty guards and charged forward like wolves and tigers.
Dracos saw the Devers charging at him and threw a punch at them.
The Devers was prepared. He lowered his body and didn't slow down. He got close to the right side of Dracos.
Dracos didn't have time to retract his right fist and was about to lean to the side.
The Devers's left fist hit his waist like lightning. He bent over in pain. The Devers's right hook hit his chin. His strong body jumped up and fell backward.
Behind him, Burkos saw that in the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, Drakos fell to the ground and could not get up. He was so shocked that cold sweat broke out on his back. Usually, Dyvers would talk cheerfully and wittily with him, giving Burcos the impression that this young man had used his wisdom to conquer this group of mercenaries. Burcos did not expect that his lethality would be so astonishing. Under the leadership of Maltius, the other guards were like tigers pouncing on their prey. Their attacks were ruthless and accurate, and they had a tacit understanding of each other, defending and attacking together. Although the other party had ten more people, they were scattered like sand. They were always surrounded by two or three people, and soon they were all beaten down. On the other hand, Maltius' side had basically no losses.
Burkos wanted to say something, but he heard the rumbling of footsteps behind him.
"Devers, we're here!" Martonis was running at the front.
The Devers saw many people rushing out from the other side's camp, but they were not as fast as them. So he said, "We'll send as many people as they send. We'll take turns and beat them up. But don't kill them!"
"Roar!" The soldiers roared excitedly. They couldn't wait for the other side to come up.
A battle royale involving hundreds of people soon began, and the outcome was quickly decided. The outcome was obvious. The soldiers of the other side's camp saw their teammates lying on the ground. They kept moaning and were so scared that they didn't dare to come over.
Seeing this, Burkos was glad that he made the right decision to hire the Devers army. At the same time, he said worriedly, "Don't you think this is too much? How are you going to fight with Dracos and the others in the future?!"
Dyvers rubbed his knuckles and comforted him, "You don't understand the matters between mercenaries. After this fight, I believe that not only will there be no more friction, but they will also understand who has the right to call the shots here!"
These words gave Burkos a deeper understanding of the Devers … …
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"Martonis, if it wasn't for the two Daric gold coins a month, I really wouldn't want to join your army!" Septimus, a mercenary who joined the Dyvers Legion in the Byzantine Empire, complained to Division Leader Martonis as he dug the trenches, "After more than ten days on the boat, we finally arrived at Tuliyi, but they didn't let us rest. Instead, they asked us to dig the trenches and build the campsite … …"
Martonis stared at him, "If you don't want to do it, you can quit!"
"I don't want to be spanked!" Septimus thought of something, and the more he thought about it, the more he said with lingering fear, "No wonder people said that your camp is very strict! Getting spanked so easily is unbearable! We are mercenaries, not Sparta's army … … "
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