Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 140: The shock of the Syracuse people

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After everything was arranged, Fascipe Sas was still a little worried: "My lord, in case it will rain a few days later..."

"You can rest assured with this question. I specifically asked a few old fishermen who have lived here for decades. They all agreed that it will be sunny from tomorrow. You see that the rain today will be less. A lot!" Dionysius looked around at the crowd and encouraged: "Everyone, you must hurry up in these two days and build enough siege equipment as soon as possible! Fasi Pesus, your task is a bit heavy, in order to prevent siege. The tower cannot be pushed to the north gate of Crotone because of the muddy ground. You must build at least five strong causeways. Can you do it?!"

"General, you have allocated enough manpower to me. There is no problem at all!" Facipesas promised.

"Very good!" Dionysius looked at everyone confidently: "Everyone, two days later, we are going to attack Crotone again! After this battle, I will be at Apo in Crotone. Celebrate you in the Luoshen Temple, don’t let me down!"

The generals swear in unison: "Apollo is on, we will surely break the inner city of Crotone!"

The atmosphere in the tent was warm, and Dionysius was also infected by it. He smiled and said to Master Phoebe, who had been silent on the side: "That Daves dared to proclaim himself king. Isn't Sparta punished? ?"

Before the Hippo War, Sparta used to call "Liberators", and they also claimed to be liberators because they overthrew one after another on the Greek mainland and even on the islands in the Aegean Sea. A tyrant regime, such as the descendants of the tyrant Pisitratu of Athens, the Aleouada family of Thessaly, and so on, so the Greeks once thought that Sparta was extremely hostile to the dictatorship.

Phoebe Das glanced at Dionysius, slandered: You only know Daves, why don't you look at yourself first? !

Of course he couldn’t answer like that, but he replied coldly: "Is it not enough to have Syracuse as punishment?"

Dionysius laughed.

At this moment, the tent opened, and the attendant hurried in, whispering beside Dionysius.

Dionysius’ smile instantly solidified on his face, and his face immediately became extremely ugly. With a roar of "Ah!", he suddenly knocked over the table beside him, and then grabbed the attendant with one hand, angrily Drink: "Leptinius! Where is this **** bastard?! Let him roll over and see me!!"

The attendant was stunned by Dionysius' anger, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord...Leptinius lord...wounded. He is in his camp...under treatment..."

"Let this coward get out of me immediately! Even if he dies, bring his body over to me!" Dionysius roared coldly, unabated with anger.

"Yes...Yes..." The attendant ran out of the big account hurriedly.

There was silence in the tent, and only Dionysius' rapid breathing and the sound of pacing back and forth were heard.

"Is it because the fleet has encountered a setback?" Someone finally asked the question everyone wanted to ask.

Dionysius glared, and found that the speaker was Phoebe Das, and only this Spartan dared to speak when Dionysius was furious.

Dionysius looked at him, turned back and sat back in the wooden chair, and exhaled heavily: "It's more than a setback, it's a big defeat!"

A big defeat? ! Everyone in the tent was taken aback.

"My lord, could it be that... the Carthaginians participated in the war?" Facipesas asked cautiously.

Everyone felt tight: With the strength of the Syracuse navy, only the Carthaginians could be called opponents in the Western Mediterranean. If Carthage entered the war, Syracuse in Sicily might be a bit dangerous!

In the face of more than a dozen pairs of slightly panicked eyes, Dionysius felt even more suffocated in his chest: "Don’t think too much, Carthage did not participate in the battle, it was Dionia’s fleet... that defeated us alone. The Navy, let our more than 300 warships... lost two-thirds, of which the three-layer paddle warships lost nearly 200..."

What! ! ! The inside of the big tent seemed to have exploded, and everyone couldn't believe the fact that the Syracuse Navy would have suffered such a terrible defeat in the face of the Dionian fleet, which was far weaker than it!

Be aware that since the last naval battle was defeated to Carthage, after years of construction and accumulation, Siracusa managed to achieve 500 warships, including more than 300 three-layer paddle warships. . This time on the expedition to Great Greece, Leptinius left dozens of warships to stay in the port of Syracuse, and all of them went with the team. After that, they stationed dozens of warships in Messina to block Liberty. Jim, control the strait. The rest of the warships were personally led by Leptinius, and they all participated in this naval battle. They were actually defeated and lost to a Dionia who hadn't had a warship a few years ago! This is simply...

"Don't quarrel!" Dionysius, who was already irritable, was even more upset by the disputes between the generals: "What happened to this naval battle? I will wait for Leptinius to arrive. Got it, keep quiet for me now!"

As soon as the voice fell, silence returned to the big tent. Only this time, the restless and irritable people became everyone in the account.

With the order of Dionysius, Leptinius came quickly. He stumbled into the big tent, knelt on the ground with a plop, and said with a trembling voice: "Big...sir, I... …I am guilty!"

Dionysius saw that his head and arms were wrapped in linen cloth, his blood dyed it red, and his appearance was miserable. A trace of unbearableness rose in his heart, and he was immediately overwhelmed by anger: "You came just right, everyone I really want to know how you killed more than 300 warships!"

There was endless hatred in his dark voice, and Leptinius couldn't help shivering a few times.

Dionysius looked at him so wretched, and his heart was even more angry. He grabbed the iron sheet that had just been picked up by the guards on the table and threw it violently, hitting Leptinius’ forehead immediately. The blood flowed out, but he did not dare to scream.

"Say it!" Dionysius yelled at him.

"Yes! Yes!..." Leptinius replied repeatedly.

The generals who were originally angry at him felt that he was a little bit pitiful at this moment, but Phoebe Das looked complacent. The Spartans would be beaten with sticks by the instructors when they were disobedient. When they grew up, they would be beaten if they failed the training assessment. They would be beaten even if they failed in combat... The Spartans were cruel to their own citizens, to black Laos and to allied soldiers. Cruel, this kind of club violence often makes other city-states reluctant to approach Sparta, and Spartan citizens have long been accustomed to it. So Phoebe Das even felt in his heart: For such a general who caused huge losses to the city-state, he should hang up and be beaten to death.

Leptinius trembled and gave a brief account of the entire naval battle.

After listening to this, Dionysius's complexion was deep and thoughtful: "You mean... The Dionians installed wooden bridges on the warships so that they can hook the approaching warships, and then rely on the soldiers. Won the victory after boarding the ship?"

"Yes...yes. Their wooden bridge is very flexible, it can turn in all directions, so that our warship can't go around and attack." Leptinius hurriedly defended.

"Since the collision tactics are known to not work, why not retreat in time?!" Dionysius scolded.

Leptinius was speechless.

"He wanted to capture the new king of Dionia and end this war." Phoebe Das sighed, "So Daves guessed your thoughts in advance, so he Will use itself as a bait to lure your warships to attack desperately, thus capturing a large number of your warships, leading to your fiasco...Daves is really an amazing commander!"

Dionysius glared at him, Phoebedas didn't care at all.

Fasipezas found a problem in Leptinius’ narrative and asked urgently: "General Leptinius, listen to you, those warships captured by the Dionians Without much damage, will they soon be able to use these warships against us?!"

Everyone's faces changed.

"Uh...this..." Leptinius didn't know how to answer.

"Huh! The Dionians want to expand their fleet, they also need so many sailors!" Dionysius' words reminded the generals present: Yes, Syracuse was There are hundreds of three-layer paddle warships captured, and at least 30,000 or 40,000 sailors are needed to restore their combat effectiveness. Judging from the situation in the Dionian Alliance territory we know now, their young and middle-aged people have been invested in the expanded army and navy to cope with the wars that have occurred in many places. They should not be able to produce such a large young and middle-aged manpower. And not everyone can immediately become a qualified sailor, which requires a long period of cooperative training. Experienced helmsman is not so easy to get together!

The generals breathed a sigh of relief.

"Leptinius, your failure has caused a lot of trouble to our army!" Dionysius asked in a cold voice with an indisputable expression: "I will ask you now if The Dionia fleet is coming to attack, do you have the confidence to lead the remaining ships to turn defeat into victory?"

The generals immediately turned their attention to Leptinius again, which made him feel more nervous and fearful. He subconsciously touched the bandage wrapped around his head with his hands, and the wound under the bandage was still for his own use. Knife, in order to win a trace of sympathy from his brother.

"Speak up!" Dionysius yelled, frightening him and said quickly: "For example...If you can lead Dionia's fleet to the deep sea, and slowly deal with them, I... I have a certain degree of certainty to defeat them. Their warship erected such a large wooden bridge on the fore mast, which easily caused the warship to be light and heavy. Not only... not only was the speed and flexibility worse, but also at sea. It’s easier to overturn when encountering strong winds and waves, but... if you are near the sea—" Leptinius looked up at Dionysius cautiously, then lowered his head and lowered the volume and said, "We resist their attack head-on. I’m afraid that the fleet...will fail..." At the end, his voice was completely weakened.

Dionysius is no longer as angry as he was at the beginning. He calmly thinks about it. He has to admit that Dionysian naval tactics have caused great trouble to Syracuse. In exchange, anyone who serves as the commander of this fleet will suffer a big loss without knowing it.