Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 167: The hotness of Dionysius

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"And--" Eliandos hesitated, then stopped talking.

"What else?!" Hernipolis asked grimly.

"Some people came outside the city hall, claiming that their relatives did not betray you, but were killed by the mob. I hope you can redress their grievances..." Eriandos said.

"Innocent?" Hernipolis clutched his hair irritably. He was most afraid of hearing this now, so he said as if he was burdened: "This matter is left to you, and the land is allocated to the poor. You have to start preparations too."

Eriandos was dumbfounded, and then shouted: "My lord, I've never done this before, I won't!"

"You won't, you can find someone." As soon as Henipolis spoke, he was stunned: Looking for someone? Where can I find it? Almost all the officials in the city of Laos were killed by the mob. I am afraid that few people with administrative management experience can be found in the city.

Henipolis sat down: Do you want to do these things yourself? However, since serving as the consul until now, he has always issued orders, and most of them have not been executed. They have not really dealt with political affairs and do not know where to start. And he has always hated those cumbersome and complicated government affairs, thinking about it is a headache...

Think of the bills, city-state affairs, letters, etc., piled up in Davers’s study when he lived in Turriy Davers’s mansion. Davers spent most of the time there when he returned home. Handling official duties...Henipolis suddenly felt: Maybe he is really not suitable to be a consul!

Just when the two of them stared at each other and didn't know how to proceed, Hiros walked into the hall: "Master Hernipolis, now the situation in the city has calmed down. I would like to ask when we can prepare a ship for us. Now Master Daves must be anxiously waiting for news of our action?!"

Oh, there's this thing! Henipolis was in a trance that day, and he forgot about this important matter. He immediately looked at Eliandos: "Go and get the port to prepare ships and transport Dionia's troops to Knape. Tia."

Eriandos yelled with embarrassed expression: "My lord, now the port is in chaos. The sailors are all coming to the city. The port administrators were either killed or hid. Where did they go? Looking for someone to prepare so many ships?"

Henipolis was stunned again, and he looked at Shiros helplessly.

Silos didn't expect this to be the case, and looked a little anxious.

Henipolis looked at him apologetically. He was quite familiar with Hiros, because Hiros went in and out of the Grand Daves mansion a lot, and suddenly a light flashed through his mind: "Master Hiros , I remember you served as the city chief twice."

Silos didn't know what he meant by saying this, and he nodded and admitted truthfully.

"And Lord Bagul, he is still the chief executive of Grumentum." Hernipolis became more and more excited as he said: "Look at the chaos in the city of Laos now, most of the administrative The officials were killed by the mob and the whole city is no longer functioning normally. I would like to ask you to help me manage this city so that Laos can return to normal as soon as possible so that you can also go to Krapekia smoothly."

Henipolis finished speaking, the two people present thought they had heard it wrong.

"Master Hernipolis, are you kidding me?" Silos blurted out.

"Now in such a bad situation, am I in the mood to make a joke with you?!" Hernipolis said impatiently, "Do you want to go by boat? Otherwise, you will have to lead the team by land!"

It takes more than two days to reach Knapetia by land, even though there are highways. Laos is to resume normal operations. If it is efficient, I am afraid that it will not be possible until tomorrow to set off by boat. It seems that it will take about the same time, but Hiros is no longer a mercenary who could only lead the war. After several years of administrative management, He was sensitively aware of the significance of taking over the administration of Laos: "I will go back to the barracks and discuss with Lord Baggul." Hilos finished speaking and hurriedly left.

"My lord, it doesn't seem good to do this." Eriandos vaguely felt something wrong.

"What's wrong?" Hernipolis immediately retorted: "If you feel bad, or leave these things to you to do."

Eriandos was embarrassed and speechless.

Henipolis laughed, and his eyes became brighter, because he had already thought of a brilliant idea to get him out of this quagmire city full of hatred against him.

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It’s almost noon, Dionysius stood on the dilapidated city of Crotone, withdrawing his gaze from the north, he said coldly: “It seems that the young man in Dionia didn’t even plan to Accept the battle book and fight with us."

"What should we do? My lord, shall we take the initiative to attack them?!" Astagras asked eagerly: "Cross the Neto River and attack Dionia's camp?"

Dionysius glared at the reckless general, and said coldly: "Stupid, that's what the Dionians hoped for! Crotone was only because he rashly crossed the river. Lost to Dionia, who is weaker than it, do you think I would be so stupid!"

Astagras dare not speak anymore, he feels Dionysius is in a bad mood now.

"Fasipezas, how long can our current food reserves last?" Dionysius asked again.

"Taking into account the food obtained from Crotone City, it can last for more than a month."

More than a month! With the Dionian Fleet controlling the east coast and unable to obtain assistance from Sicily, it can only harvest food from Lokri and these conquered city-states, but how much can there be? ! Dionysius calculated anxiously in his heart, his eyes swept over the slightly anxious generals and ministers beside him, and finally fell into the big city with hundreds of years of history behind him, and suddenly said: "Burn this place. Burn the inner city of Crotone!"

"What?!"

"Destroy the walls of Crotone and burn the city!" Dionysius gave the command hardly: "Then all the troops stationed here will be withdrawn to the original camp!"

Although Syracuse generals and soldiers prefer to live in comfortable houses compared to simpler tents, Dionysius has made a decision and no one dared to object.

"My lord, what about the people in Crotone? The Acropolis is so high, we can't burn them!" Facipesas reminded.

"Leave them alone, let them ask for help. Isn't Dionia their ally! Isn't that young man claiming to keep his promises! I want to see if the Dionia can save its allies!" Dionysius stared coldly: "But as long as the Crotoneians dare to escape from the Acropolis in large numbers, they will be driven back."

"Understood!" Fasi Pesas and the other generals really understood this time: This is to force the Dionians to cross the river to rescue Crotone!

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The inner city of Crotone is burning in the fire...

This is another Greek city burned down in Great Greece four years later, but for the Syracuse people, they have done this more than once. Many of the cities in Sicily captured by them were destroyed by them. Dionysius was known as the "protector of Sicily." In fact, it destroyed many historical city-states, including Greek cities. The ability of this kind of destruction is not weaker than its opponent Carthage, so the Syracuse soldiers skillfully placed firelighters in various places in the city of Crotone, and soon the whole city was ignited.

The raging fire reflected the sky in Crotone, and the people in the acropolis cried bitterly when they saw their homes burning in the fire. Before long, the sorrow on the people's faces turned into panic, because the fire spread, and there was a tendency to encircle the acropolis.

Fortunately, Lucias and Miron had prepared in advance and sent people out of the city to cut down the trees and weeds around the hillside. Although the fire did not burn the Acropolis, the scorching air and billowing smoke caused great trouble to the tens of thousands of people in the Acropolis. Not only did they feel extremely hot, but also had difficulty breathing.

But there are not many water sources in the Acropolis. Milon originally wanted to let the people bear it, but many frail elderly and women fainted one after another, and finally had to agree: let everyone go to the pool Moisten the clothes and put it on your face to get through the difficulties.

After the protective measures were completed, most of the water in the pool was used up. Some people gathered in the temple and prayed devoutly to the statue of Apollo, hoping that it would protect them from this disaster. Repent to the huge idol, because they thought: It was when Melanius burned Turíi, who was blessed by Apollo, that he would have today's retribution!

Lysias looked at the burning city below the mountain in a daze, full of worries about the safety of the people in the Acropolis. He knew: Without water, everyone would not be able to hold on for a few days.

"Lysias." Milon walked from a distance, strangely at this moment, there was a trace of ease on his face: "Don't worry, the Syracuse retreated, and then burned the city again. There must be What special situation happened. I guess... Maybe Dionian’s reinforcements have arrived, and the Syracuse people did this in order to fight Dionian with all their strength!"

"Are you telling the truth?!" Lycias immediately raised his spirits and asked loudly.

"Dionia’s reinforcements are here, this is very possible!" Millon firmly believed in his own judgment: "A few days ago we have already received the news of the defeat of the Dionia fleet to the Syracuse Navy. Without the help of the navy, Syracuse had lost the opportunity to threaten Dionian’s rear, and Dionian had defeated the invading Tarantum army. Now they have no worries and can send troops. Come for reinforcements."