Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 10: Fighting

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Burkos hesitated for a moment, and was still ready to tell the truth. After all, this is an open secret. He didn't want to affect the trust established between the two because of this incident: "When Turri was built, Athens and Crowe Thoné had an agreement,'Krotone and Turrii keep peace, and Turri must not build a city on the site of Subaris, while keeping Subaris as it is.'"

"Domineering Crotone! Is it to use a ruined ruin to show everyone who passes here the power of Crotone?" Davers asked curiously.

"Perhaps. But it also reminds the Tureys to never make the mistakes of Subaris!" Burcos said forcefully.

"Turiyi is quite tolerable." Daves said jokingly. Seeing Burkos's face was not good, but he had to ask some things: "Now we are camping here, isn't it a violation of the agreement? ?"

Burkos pretended to be relaxed and said: "The situation is urgent now, I believe Crotone can understand."

"I hope the people in Crotone think the same way." Daves replied.

Burks didn't speak any more. He had learned Daves' astuteness. He believed Daves had seen the joints.

The group of people continue to walk forward, the broken walls and rocks are gradually reduced, and the ground is more smooth...

Felicius, who was walking in the front, stopped and said, "Boss, I think we will build a camp with this as the center."

Daves stands on a large rock and looks around: about two hundred meters from here to the north is the mercenary camp that I arrived earlier; to the south is the Craty River; to the east is the sea; to the west is one piece after another. farmland.

He jumped down and poked into the soil with his right toe. The thin layer of soil is basically hard stuff underneath: it should be the stone bricks that were laid in the city of Subaris, and here it should be Subaris. The central area of ​​the city.

Davers has a bottom in his heart and nodded and said: "Yes."

Philipsius 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 opposite and ran towards this side.

"Hey, where did you come from?" One person shouted first.

Burcos recognized the person and said, "Dracos, this is the Daves leader of Thessaly invited by Turri. Like you, their mercenaries will also be with Luca. Leah fight."

"Oh?..." Seeing that Daves was so young, Drax couldn't help being a little strange and contemptuous. He also saw that Asistes led the guards on the ground to mark and measure again, his face changed slightly: "What are they doing?"

"We will camp here, and our two armies will be neighbors from now on!" Daves said with a smile.

"Are you going to camp here?!" Dracos stared, his voice louder.

"It's more convenient to camp here, and you can interact with each other." Daves saw the change in his expression, but didn't care.

"Who echoes with you! Don't drag us down! You can't camp here, you have to withdraw at least three hundred meters south to camp!" Drax commanded in a strong tone.

"Three hundred meters south, then our camp will be by the river!" Davers reminded him.

"Then I don't care! You figure it out, you must leave here immediately anyway!" Drax made a tough posture.

"Dracos, this is Turriy's land, you don't have any right to make this kind of decision!" Burcos yelled at him.

"But you Turriy designate the ruins of Subaris as our mercenary camp, then I have the right, who told us to come first!" Dracos said arrogantly.

Burkos wanted to talk again, and Daves held him.

"I see, it seems that whoever decides here has to rely on strength to speak." Davers sneered.

"Hey, boy, you are still a sensible person, what's the matter, want to fight?!" Drax smiled disdainfully.

Davers called Asistes over and whispered: "Hurry up and call the troops and tell them that there is a good opportunity to move their hands and feet here."

"Understood!" Assistus ran back excitedly.

"Martius, what are you waiting for, follow me!" Daves finished speaking, and rushed over.

Martius was also a warrior on the same level as Matonis in the Hiros team. As the captain of the guard, he has to manage the guard on weekdays. He has a lot of bravery and ruthless minds. It is rare to encounter a good opportunity. Gearing up for a long time, he led thirty guards like wolves and tigers, and rushed forward.

Dracos saw Daves rushing, and he punched in the face and slammed his head.

Daves was prepared for a long time. While he was lowered, his speed was not reduced, and he was close to Dracos' right side.

Dracos's right fist was too late to withdraw, and he was about to turn sideways.

Davers' left fist hit his waist like lightning, and the pain made him subconsciously bend down. Davers' subsequent right uppercut hit his chin fiercely. His strong body jumped up and then fell back.

Burcos saw it from behind, and Dracos fell to the ground at the moment of the sparks, and his spine was in a cold sweat after being startled. Normally, Daves talked and laughed happily with him, with a gentle appearance, which made Burkos think that this young man had conquered this mercenary soldier with wisdom, but he did not expect his lethality to be amazing. Looking at the other guards under the leadership of Martius, they are like tigers punting for food, they are ruthless and accurate, and they cooperate tacitly, defend each other, and attack together. Although the opponent has ten more people, they are scattered in the sand. , Always caught in a double-team of two or three people, and soon all were beaten down and there was basically no loss on Martius' side.

Burkos wanted to say something, but heard the rumble of footsteps behind him.

"Davers, here we come!" The one running at the top was Matonis.

Davers saw a lot of people rushing out of the opposite barracks, but the speed was obviously not as fast as on his own. So he said: "In a while, as many people are on the other side, we will be on as many people. We will take turns and hit them all until they get down, but we can't kill them!"

"Roar!" The soldiers howled excitedly, waiting impatiently for the opponent to come up.

A big melee of hundreds of people began quickly, and the outcome was quickly decided. The ending was obvious. Soldiers in the opposing barracks saw their teammates fall to the ground from a distance, moaning and groaning, so scared they didn't dare to come over again.

Seeing this situation, Burkos was glad that his decision to hire Daves’ army was correct, and at the same time said anxiously: "Are you doing this too much? How can you fight with Dracos in the future? ?!"

Davers rubbed his knuckles and comforted him: "You don't understand the matter between mercenaries. After this fight, I believe that there will be no friction in the future, but also let them understand what is going on here? Who has the power to call the shots!"

These words gave Burkos another layer of understanding of Daves...

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"Martonis, if it weren't for two Dalic gold coins a month, I really don't want to come to your army!..." Ktips, a mercenary who joined the Daves barracks in Byzantium, said Digging the trenches, while complaining to the team leader Matonis: "After more than ten days of boating, I finally got to Turei, and didn't let us rest. Let us dig trenches and build camps immediately..."

Martonis stared at him: "You don't want to do it, you don't need to do it!"

"I don't want to be spanked!" Ketips remembered something, and said with fear after thinking about it: "No wonder people used to say that your barracks are strictly governed, no! Being spanked at every turn is simply uncomfortable. No! We are mercenaries, not Spartan troops..."

Martonis misses the group of soldiers he led before. After half a year of running-in, he is very familiar with the things stipulated in the military law issued by Daves, when and what to do, without his urging, the brothers take the initiative. It's good to be able to do it. But since half of the veterans were removed and the new soldiers from Byzantium were forced into the Byzantine soldiers, various small incidents of unsuitability occurred frequently along the way, making Matonis anxiously angry, such as the guy with a broken mouth in front of him. Matonis didn't want to pay attention to him, but had to remind: "Boy, you dug too shallow! The leader asked for a three-meter-wide and three-meter-deep "U" trench. You see that you are not dug enough. Can't pass the test!"