Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

Subsequently, the other four people also got off the train.

There are two ways for people from the south to pass through the Krati River and enter the city of Turui: First, enter the city of Turui, take the boat from the pier to the main port of Turi on the opposite bank. This is mainly suitable for wearing The citizens of Onia and other city-state messengers who visited, etc.; the second is, like Caldias, through the wooden bridge to the west of the South City, to the delta of the confluence of the two rivers, and then to the north bank of the Krati River. Finally enter the main city.

Nick Stratus, who passed the checkpoint, went to the wooden bridge. Lucasus did not like his teacher. He curiously slaps the pat on the bridge and stretches his neck from time to time to see the boat from under the bridge. Suddenly he shouted: "Look at what they are doing?!"

Nick Stratus looked down the direction of his fingers. A group of teenagers were swimming in the river not far from the bridge. They were not playing with water, but were lined up in teams, one by one, rushing from the North Shore. Go to the South Bank and return. The Greeks are marine people, and there are many people with good water. But it is rare for each child to wear leather and sweat in the scene.

“Is it in the game?” Stasis said uncertainly.

"They are in military training." Next to a middle-aged man who had broken his right arm and looked at the bridge for a long time, interjected.

Stasips looked at him up and down and curiously asked: "Military training?"

“They are all students of the Turai School. According to the requirements of the Dionysian Education Law, in addition to learning knowledge, they also need military training...” the middle-aged explained.

"So small children are forced to do such dangerous sports, this is too cruel! What if they are physically weak and drowning? What should I do if I am injured by a ship?!" Nick Stratus dissatisfied Said.

In fact, there are not only instructors in the river, but also several boats parked on the river, ready to rescue. But the middle-aged people did not explain much, but said faintly: "The evil enemy is not because of who is young, but who can only kill the enemy when they are on the battlefield, instead of being killed by the enemy. dead."

Nick Stratus was stunned and walked away. The men of Dionya, whether young or middle-aged, spoke with a breath that made him disgusted. No wonder someone called Deonia. People are "small Stars", and it is really cruel to see them.

The middle-aged people ignored the departure of these foreigners and continued to pay attention to the children's training in the river until the instructors recruited them all. He crossed the bridge and went down to the river beach.

"Hey, Parian Dorothy, my brother!" A instructor saw him and enthusiastically stepped forward to hug him. Both of them had been soldiers of the First Army's Arminus Brigade. The fighting was naturally deep. "Your child has performed as well as usual, and today he won the first place in the group in the training of armed crossings!" The instructor praised without hesitation.

"I saw it on the bridge."

"I said Parry Doloros, recently you are so concerned about the child's military training performance, is it ready to let him take over as a soldier in the adulthood and become a soldier of the Daiyan Army?" the instructor joked.

Who knows, Parian Dolos seriously nodded: "I want him to enter the First Army."

The instructor glanced and immediately persuaded: "My brother, although Patroclus performed well, but now he has not fought for several years. The number of legion reserves is more than 10,000. The first legion is not so easy to enter. And he is still under 18 years old, even if he is in the age of military service, the team officers will not be so anxious to send recruits like him to the battlefield, or let him first train himself into a qualified team in the reserve team. Legionnaires."

Parry Dolors thought about it and admitted that the instructor was right. He still asked with a little peace of mind: "I don't understand the situation of the current legion. You think that Patroclus will enter the reserve team in the future. How long will it take to enter the formal? Legion? Especially the First Corps?"

The instructor smiled: "You, you should usually walk with the old brethren of the First Legion, especially our boss captain Amintas, he is the most loved. You know, he was just appointed this year. The head of the Second Legion, your son is going to enter the Second Legion, that is, he is a word. Even if you insist on letting Patroclus enter the First Legion, rely on the friendship between Amintas and the leader of the First Army, Antonios. It’s just a matter of his words."

Parian Dolos silently listened to the advice of his comrades. Indeed, since his injury, there has been a lot less interaction with his comrades and team officers. Now, for the sake of children, some changes should be made.

"Right, you haven’t been studying at school all the time. Are you ready to take part in Turi’s assessment and serve as the village head? How about studying now?” The instructor suddenly remembered and asked curiously.

Parian Dorothy smiled: "I used to be ignorant. I am old now, and my memory is not good. Just remembering those letters is enough for me to have a headache..."

"Then you have to work harder, I am still waiting for you to enter the Senate in the future, and take care of our old comrades!" The instructor joked.

Parry Dolos gave a rare smile.

"Father!" Patroclus, who had already changed clothes, came over.

"Already out of school?"

Patroclus nodded, and he was almost 17 years old. He was taller than Parian Dolores. Although he was not strong enough, he was well-proportioned. For students like him who are about to become adults, the afternoon course of the school. It is no longer a general sports competition and military training, but a more rigorous practice that begins to approach the actual combat and prepares for entering the legion.

"Parian Dorothy, don't forget what I told you." The instructor saw the father and son go far away and also loudly reminded.

Parian Dolos gratefully waved.

"Father, what did you say to the instructor?" Patroclus asked curiously.

"About your entry into the First Army..." Parian Dorothy told his son truthfully.

Patroclus blew a long whistle: "I heard Steve Loss say that a recruit like me couldn't have entered the First Corps from the beginning. But I believe that no matter which legion, I will be a triumph. The man holding the flag!"

Parian Dolos gratifiedly patted the child's shoulder, although Patroclus was a very confident child.

When the father and son went out of college, Patroclus suddenly stopped and shouted: "Hey, Cynthia!"

Cynthia, who was going home with her classmates, turned back and smiled at him.

Patroclus squeezed his eyes: "The hair band on your head is loose."

Cynthia reached out to the hair and found out that she was deceived and immediately took a sip and said: "Nasty Palo!"

Patroclus laughed and laughed, staring at his eyes and watching Cynthia go away, only to regain his gaze.

As a person coming over, Pariandos couldn’t understand his son’s mind, but most of Turai’s people knew the identity of the girl – the foster daughter of the consul, Davers, and he was just a short-time citizen. Nigeria’s ordinary citizens have a wide disparity in their status. It’s just that the son’s character is stubborn, and he has his own idea when he is young. He doesn’t want to say anything. He only hopes that this is just a child’s simple love. When he grows up, everything will change.

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Cynthia bid farewell to her girlfriend and walk into her home.

The slave slave quickly came over and took her schoolbag. She immediately saluted her and expressed her gratitude.

Today, Dafos's residence has expanded more than before, divided into front, middle and rear courtyards. The front yard is the residence of ordinary slaves, and the horse is also here; the middle court is the place where Dafos's office is discussed, and there are also the bedrooms of slave butlers and office workers; the backyard is the residence of Dafos and his family~www. Mtlnovel.com~ Cynthia went straight, wherever the slaves greeted her, and Cynthia also returned. This is the home rule of Davers. Although Cynthia does not understand it, she has developed a habit.

After entering the Intermediate Court, she also had a face with Aristilas. For this follower of the father, Cynthia is more afraid, she always thinks that his black and white eyes seem to have some kind of magic, can see through the heart. In comparison, in the followers of Davers, she prefers the former writer Aristotle, but unfortunately he has become a citizen of Dionia, and through the advice of Daves, through the alliance The assessment has become a judge in the court of Turi.

Cynthia pushed away the room in the backyard and heard a familiar voice: "Oh, Cynthia is back!"

Clithista stood by the garden and smiled at her. Asuna was bending over to pull the flowers.

"Mother!" Cynthia screamed and ran forward to give Clithtoa a hug. After several years of getting along, the sexy, elegant, and awkward woman has replaced the image of her mother who is gradually dimmed.

"Lighter! You are a rash little guy, don't be scared to your sister!" Clithista subconsciously grabbed the abdomen that had already bulged, and stunned it on Cynthia's forehead.

"Sister, I disturbed you to sleep, my sister apologized to you!" Cynthia was close to Clithista's stomach, and said strangely.

Then she suddenly shouted in surprise: "She kicked me! Mother, sister, she kicked me!"

"Yes, I feel it too!" Clithista was also a delight, this is her second pregnancy, where she knows that she is a man or a woman, but after she has a small clo, she is bent on I want a daughter, so everybody says that she is pregnant with a girl, this is the first time she feels fetal movement.