Chapter 88
At this moment, the Lucaria people had already appeared in the Devers' line of sight.
"Act according to the defense deployment we trained previously!" The Devers immediately gave the order to the captains of the various companies.
The captains began to methodically direct their subordinates to their designated positions.
"First Heavy Infantry Company, follow me to the wooden wall on the east side of the north gate!"
"Brothers of the Second Heavy Infantry Company, follow me to the wooden wall on the north side of the south gate!"
"Brothers of the Third Heavy Infantry Company, follow me to the field! Damn it, hurry up! "
"Archers of the First Light Infantry Company, follow the captains to the various outposts on the south side!"
…
Soon, the soldiers were in their positions, leaving only the defeated soldiers surrounded by the guards.
"How many people are there?" The Devers asked Felicius, who had just gone over to appease him.
"Quite a lot! Almost four hundred people, most of them free people, and most of them are unarmed, "Felicius said.
"Mercies!" The Devers shouted.
Mercies hurried over.
"How many javelins do we have left?"
"Five hundred and twenty-six. We had the Turís blacksmiths rush to make them in the past two days. All the money we earned from the market was spent on the manufacture of these weapons … "Mercies grumbled.
The Devers were not in the mood to listen to his nagging. He said to Felicius, "Give each of them a javelin, then assign a few people to each team. Let them participate in the defense!"
"Understood!" Felicius walked towards the defeated soldiers.
Mercies, however, stood there without moving.
The Devers understood what he was hesitating about and immediately said, "We have to retrieve the javelins when we run out. Furthermore, didn't the Lucaria people send us weapons?"
These words made Mercies smile. He immediately ordered the slaves to move the weapons to the supply camp. Due to his trust in the Devers, he did not consider the possibility that the mercenaries might not be able to defeat the enemy, and that the camp might be occupied instead.
The mercenaries stood behind the wooden wall, not worried at all. They looked at the enemies surging towards the camp calmly, and even had the leisure to educate the new soldiers.
"Now, do you think it's necessary to build such a complicated camp?" Matonis asked with a smile.
"It's absolutely necessary!" Septimus said excitedly: "Now, I hope that these native barbarians have a good taste of the power of the traps I dug!"
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The mercenaries leaned against the wooden wall, seizing the time to recover their previously exhausted energy. At the same time, they excitedly prepared to watch the show. As for Hilos's 5th Heavy Infantry Company, because they hadn't participated in the battle before, they couldn't wait for the enemy to rush over and fight with them.
… …
After Picossis's warriors separated from the Grumentum's troops, they immediately continued their pursuit to the east.
Gneinath ran at the front. The mercenary camp was already in his sight. He shouted, "Charge! Kill them all! "
The warriors also roared angrily. Their exhaustion seemed to be dispelled by their roars, and they moved forward even faster.
"Captain, the Lucanians are less than two hundred meters away from the camp!" the captain of the archers on the watchtower shouted at Alpince.
"Remind me when they're a hundred meters away!" Alpince replied. He then turned around and ordered the catapults behind him, "Get ready!
Because the path behind the wooden wall was too narrow, the catapults could not use their full power, so they could only move to the bottom of the wall. At this moment, they silently took out egg-sized stones from their leather pouches and placed them in the net in the middle of the catapults.
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A hundred meters!
The soldiers on the wooden wall had their eyes fixed ahead. When they saw many Lucanians stepping into the area, they could not help but cheer.
Gneinath did not know what the Greeks in the camp were shouting about. He subconsciously raised the round shield in his hand. During the pursuit, many warriors felt that the round shield was too heavy and affected their speed, so they threw it away. However, he was still holding it.
"Greeks, I'll make you lose your voice in a moment!" He muttered fiercely. He had just taken a step forward when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right foot.
"It's a trap!" He was shocked and instinctively pulled his foot back. However, an even more intense pain came, and he could not speak. He looked down and saw that a large piece of flesh on his right calf had been torn off, and it was bleeding non-stop. Pushing aside the weeds, he saw a sharp, barbed iron spike about thirty centimeters long stabbed into the ground. He tried to pull it out, but he could not pull it out. After digging through the compacted soil, he saw that the lower end of the iron spike was tightly welded to a piece of wood, buried deep in the soil. No wonder it could tear off flesh so forcefully.
"Vicious Greeks!" Gneinath cursed. He tore a piece of linen from his body and wrapped it around his injured leg. He propped himself up with a spear, endured the pain, and shouted, "Be careful, there's an iron hook on the ground!"
His warning was too late. Many warriors fell to the ground, screaming in pain. The mercenaries on the wooden wall heard the screams of their enemies and cheered loudly, "The meat hook is working! Another one down! … "
The veterans would proudly tell the new recruits that this was the masterpiece of their leader, Daves, so that the new recruits would revere the Devers even more. In fact, this was the standard of the Roman camp in his previous life. The Devers learned about this from the military history forum. This kind of trap did not seem to be very lethal, but in fact, a foot injury was enough to make a warrior lose his combat ability in the era of cold weapons.
When the Lucanian warriors saw this, they naturally became more cautious. Stooping down, they searched carefully among the weeds and rocks, advancing cautiously in order to avoid the terrible traps. Unexpectedly, the mercenaries' long-range attacks came. Although the catapults could not see the enemy, with the observation of the archers on the sentry tower, and the large number of Picossis warriors, their accuracy was not low. In order to avoid the flying stones, they naturally could not pay attention to the ground under their feet. Thus, the Picossis warriors were either hit by flying stones or stabbed by iron hooks …
After advancing a few dozen meters with difficulty, they encountered an even more terrible trap — the mercenaries called it a "tombstone." It was a pit about 1.5 meters deep. There were sharpened wooden stakes buried at the bottom and covered with floating soil. If one accidentally stepped on it, the sharp wooden stakes would be able to pierce through the sole of their foot under the effect of gravity …
When the Great Leader of Picosis, Shinshinagar, arrived, he saw countless warriors lying on the ground, clutching their feet. The mournful cries of disaster lingered in his ears. The other warriors were standing a hundred meters away from the enemy camp, their faces filled with fear, not daring to move forward …
"What's going on?! Why aren't they attacking?! "Sinsinag asked angrily as he looked at the countless fallen clansmen on the ground.
"Father." Gneinath used his spear as a crutch and hobbled to his father. He said sorrowfully, "The despicable Greeks set up many traps outside the camp. Many of our … Many of our warriors are injured, and we can't get close to their camp."
"Warriors?! How can you call yourselves warriors?! "Sinsinag's scolding made the people around him lower their heads in shame.
Sinsinag's heart ached even more when he saw his most valued son covered in wounds and in a sorry state. His usual heroic expression had been replaced by exhaustion and decadence. Sinsinag's tone softened. "How are your injuries?"
"They're all flesh wounds, I'm fine." Gneinath held on and said, "It's just that … our clansmen have suffered too many casualties … We can't … we can't attack anymore …"
Sinsinag nodded slightly. He looked at the mercenary camp not far away and thought of the casualties these mercenaries had caused to his warriors. A wave of hatred surged in his heart. "Let the Bruti people go!"
After the Hope army retreated, the warriors of Vigo City did not have the impulsive urge of revenge like the people of Picossis, so their pursuit speed was not fast. They arrived at the same time as Sinsinag. They naturally saw the miserable state of the Picossis warriors, but they had to lower their heads. As the great leader of Vigo City, Cydorum accepted Sinsinag's order. He only made a request: to borrow the round shields of the Picossis warriors.
Sinsinag agreed.
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