Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

At this time, the Lukarias have appeared within the sight of Davis.

"According to our previously deployed defense deployment, act now!" Davers immediately issued orders to the various company captains.

The company leaders began to systematically enter the designated position under the order:

"The first heavy infantry company followed me to the wooden wall on the east side of the north gate!"

"The brothers of the Second Heavy Infantry Company followed me to the wooden wall on the north side of the South Gate!"

"The brothers of the Third Heavy Infantry Company, go to the playground with me! Damn it!"

"The archers of the First Light Infantry Company, led by the team leader to the various whistle on the south side!"

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Soon, the soldiers were all there, leaving only the group of soldiers who were surrounded by the guards.

“How many people?” Daves eagerly asked Felicius, who had just comforted him.

"Many! Nearly four hundred people, most of them are free people, and most of them have no weapons," said Felicius.

"Mersis!" Daphus shouted.

Melsis rushed in.

"How many remaining javelins are there?"

" Five hundred and twenty-six. It is still these two days to make the blacksmith shop in Turui anxious to do, the money we earn in the market is spent on the manufacture of these weapons..." Melsis complained.

Daves didn't bother to listen to him at this moment, saying to Felicius: "Give them a javelin, and then assign a few people to each team, let them also participate in defense!"

"Understood!" Felicius walked toward the squadrons.

Melsis stood still.

Davers understood what he was saying and immediately said: "The javelin has run out, and it has to be recovered, and the Lukarias are not sending us weapons!"

This suddenly made Melsis open his smile. He immediately told the slaves to go to the heavy camp to carry weapons. Because of the trust in Davers, he did not consider it at all: the mercenaries may not be able to defeat the enemy, but the camp will The danger of being captured.

The mercenaries stood behind the wooden wall, and there was no worry at all. They looked calmly at the enemies that rushed to the camp, and they went to educate the recruits.

"Now, do you think it is necessary to build such a complicated camp?" Mattonis asked with a smile.

"It's too necessary!" Kepsps said excitedly: "I hope that these indigenous savage people will try the traps I dig!"

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The mercenaries, while relying on the wooden walls, took time to recover the energy they had consumed before; they were eager to prepare for the show. The fifth infantry company of Hilos, because he did not participate in the battle before, now hates not allowing the enemy to rush immediately and kill them.

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After the soldiers of Picosis separated from the troops of Grummantum, they immediately continued to catch up with the east.

Gennanet ran at the forefront, and the mercenary camp had already caught his eye. He shouted: "Crash in! Kill them!"

The soldiers also roared, and the exhaustion seemed to be dispelled in the roar, and they moved forward faster.

"With the captain, the Lucanias are less than two hundred meters from the camp!" The archer captain on the whistle shouted to the ground Alpons.

"Remind me to a hundred meters!" Alpons replied, turning and ordering the stone throwers behind him: "Be prepared!

Because the walkway behind the wooden wall was too narrow, the stone throwers could not open and had to come under the wall. At this moment, they silently took out the egg-sized stone from the waist pocket and put it in the net pocket in the middle of the stone.

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One hundred meters!

The eyes of the soldiers on the wooden wall were staring at the front, and after seeing many Lucanias entering the area, they could not help but cheer.

Gennanet didn't know what the Greeks in the camp were calling, and he subconsciously raised the shield in his hand. In the pursuit, many soldiers suspected that the round shield was too heavy, affecting the speed, they were thrown away, and he still held it.

"Greek, you can't make a sound for a while!" He whispered awkwardly, and his right foot suddenly felt a sting.

"There are traps!" He was shocked, instinctively pumping his feet back, but more severe pain came, so he could barely speak. Looking down, the right calf was torn off and a large piece of flesh was bleeding. Pulling out the grass and looking closely, a thorn with a length of about 30 centimeters and a sharp front end and barbs was inserted obliquely in the soil. He pulled it hard and could not pull it out. He saw the solid soil and saw it. The lower end of the spur is welded tightly on a piece of wood and buried deep in the soil. It is no wonder that the flesh can be torn off so powerfully.

"Vicious Greeks!..." Gennanet cursed, tearing a piece of linen from his body, wrapping his injured leg, holding himself up with a spear, holding back the pain and shouting: "Be careful, there is iron on the ground. hook!!"

His warnings are already late. Many soldiers have fallen to the ground and screamed again and again. The mercenaries on the wooden wall heard the screams of the enemy, and they shouted loudly: "The hook is working! It has fallen. One!……"

The veterans will tell the recruits with their own pride. This is the masterpiece of the Daves leader, and the recruits have another awe of Daves. In fact, this is the standard for the Romans to build a camp in the history of the past. Davers learned at the military history forum. This trap seems to have little lethality. In fact, the foot is injured. In the cold weapon era, it is enough to make one. The soldier lost his fighting power.

The follow-up Lukaniya warriors saw this horror and naturally became more cautious. They bent down and searched carefully in the grass and the rocks, and moved forward carefully to avoid the terrible traps. Who knows, the long-range strike of the mercenary came soon, although the stone-throwing soldiers could not see the enemy, but the observation of the archer on the whistle, plus the number of Pepsis fighters, so the accuracy is not low, to avoid flying Stone strikes, naturally it is impossible to pay attention to the ground under the feet, so that the Picosis warrior is not hit by flying stones, or is stabbed by iron hooks...

After a difficult tens of meters, they encountered a more terrible trap - the mercenaries called it "tombstone." It is a pit with a depth of about 1.5 meters. The bottom is covered with sharpened wooden stakes. It is covered with floating soil. If you accidentally step on it, under the action of gravity, the pointed stake is enough to pierce the soles of the feet...

When Cincinnag, the great leader of Picosis, arrived, he saw countless fallen soldiers. The voice of mourning was endless. Other soldiers stood in a place 100 meters away from the enemy camp. Fear of color, cringe...

"What happened?! Why not attack?!" Cynthia Nag looked at the countless people who fell to the ground with a heartache~www.novelmtl.com~ angrily asked.

"Father." Gnenet used a spear as a cane, step by step, and walked up to him. He said sadly: "The despicable Greeks made a lot of traps outside the camp. We... many of our warriors were injured. I still can't get close to their camp."

"Warrior?! You are also worthy of a warrior!!" Cincinnage's swearing made the people around them shyly bow their heads.

Looking at his most important son is a wounded, a look of embarrassment, usually the look of heroic is replaced by fatigue and decadence, Cincinnage is more heartache, the tone has become softer: "How is your injury?"

"It's all skinny, it's okay." Gennanet stood hard and said: "Just... our people have too many casualties... No... can't attack again..."

Cincinnague nodded slightly, looking at the mercenary camp not far away, remembering the casualties caused by these mercenaries to his soldiers, a hate came to his mind: "Let the Bruti people!"

After the retreat of the Greek army, the Vige City warriors did not have the urge of the Picosis to rush to revenge, so the pursuit speed was not fast, just arrived at the same time with Cincinnag, and the horrible appearance of the Pixsis warrior was naturally in his eyes. Can be under the dwarf, can not help but bow down, as the great leader of Vig City, Sedore accepted the order of Cincinnag, just made a request: borrow the shield of the Picosis warrior.

Cincinnag agreed.

The Pecosis were arrogant to the Vigians, and they were so convinced that they wanted to prove that they were stronger than the Pecoss soft-hearted. They learned the lessons of the Picosis and did not go to the wasteland. Instead, it only attacks from this not-wide flat passage in front of the enemy camp. They are holding a round shield, holding their heads tightly, lining up the team, and moving forward cautiously...