Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 30: Camp defense

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At this time, the Lucaria was already in Daves' sight.

"According to the defensive deployment we trained before, act now!" Daves immediately issued orders to the company captains.

The captains of each company began to order their subordinates to enter the designated positions in an orderly manner:

"The First Heavy Infantry Company follow me up to the wooden wall east of the north gate!"

"Brothers from the Second Heavy Infantry Company follow me up to the wooden wall on the north side of the South Gate!"

"Brothers from the Third Heavy Infantry Company, follow me to the playground to assemble! Damn hurry up!"

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

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Soon, the soldiers took their place, leaving only the group of soldiers surrounded by the guards.

"How many people are there?" Daves asked eagerly Felicius, who had just been appeased.

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

"Merses!" Daves shouted.

Mercis hurried over.

"How many javelins do we have left?"

"Five hundred and twenty-six. It was made by the smithy of Turriy in the past two days. All the money we earn in the market is spent on the manufacture of these weapons..." Melses complained. .

Davos didn't mind listening to his nagging at the moment, and said to Phillips: "Give them a javelin, and then assign a few people to each team to let them participate in the defense!"

"Understood!" Felicius walked towards the defeated soldiers.

Mercis stood still.

Davos understood what he was hesitating, and immediately said: "The javelin is used up and we have to take it back, and the Lucarias have sent us weapons!"

These words immediately made Melses smile. He immediately ordered the slaves to go to the heavy camp to carry weapons. Out of trust in Daves, he did not consider at all: the mercenary might not be able to repel the enemy, On the contrary, the camp will be in danger of being captured.

The mercenaries stood behind the wooden wall without a trace of worry either. They calmly watched the enemies flooding into the camp like a tide, and they had leisure to educate the recruits.

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

"It's necessary!" Ktips said excitedly: "I hope these native barbarians will taste the traps I dug!"

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The mercenaries leaned on the wooden wall and seized the time to recover the energy they had previously consumed; they were ready to watch the show enthusiastically. As for the Fifth Heavy Infantry Company of Hiros, since it had not participated in the battle before, it now wished that the enemy could rush over and fight with them.

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After the soldiers of Picosis separated from the troops of Grumentum, they immediately continued to chase east.

Gnainath ran in the forefront, the mercenary camp was already in his eyes, and he shouted: "Come in! Kill them all!"

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

"Company Captain, the Lucanians are already less than two hundred meters away from the camp!" The archer squad leader on the outpost shouted to Alpunes on the ground.

"Remind me when I reach 100 meters!" Alpunes replied, turning around and ordered the slingers behind him: "Be prepared!

Because the walkway behind the wooden wall was too narrow, the slingers couldn't use it, so they had to come under the wall. At this moment, they silently took out the egg-sized stones from their waist skins and put them into the net pockets in the middle of the slings.

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One hundred meters!

The soldiers on the wooden wall kept their eyes fixed on the front. After seeing many Lucanians stepping into this area, they couldn't help but cheered.

Gnainath didn't know what the Greeks in the camp were calling, so he subconsciously lifted the round shield in his hand. During the pursuit, many fighters thought that the round shield was too heavy and affected the speed, so they threw them away, and he kept holding them.

"Greeks, I won't let you scream for a while!" He whispered viciously, and he felt a sudden tingling of his right foot.

"There is a trap!" He was startled and instinctively withdrew his foot, but there was more severe pain, which made him almost speechless. Looking down, the right calf was torn off a large piece of flesh, and it was bleeding. Pulling aside the weeds and taking a closer look, an iron thorn with a length of about 30 centimeters, a sharp front end and a barb was inserted obliquely into the soil. He pulled it hard but couldn't pull it out. He saw the rammed soil. The lower end of the iron thorn was tightly welded into a piece of wood and buried deep in the soil. No wonder it could tear off the flesh so forcefully.

"Vicious Greek!..." Gnainath cursed, tore a piece of linen from his body, wrapped his injured leg, propped himself up with a spear, resisted the pain, and shouted: "Be careful, There is a hook on the ground!!!"

It was too late for his warning. Many soldiers fell to the ground and screamed again and again. When the mercenaries on the wooden wall heard the screams of the enemy, they cheered loudly: "The meat hook is working again! One fell down!..."

The veterans will tell the recruits contentedly that this is the masterpiece of the leader of Daves, which makes the recruits more awe of Daves. In fact, this is the standard equipment for the Romans in the history of the previous life. Daves learned it in the military history forum. This kind of trap does not seem to be very lethal. In fact, the foot is injured. In the era of cold weapons, it is enough to make a A soldier lost combat effectiveness.

The successors of the Lucanian warriors naturally became more cautious when they saw this tragedy. They bent down, searched carefully among the grass and rocks, and moved forward carefully to avoid those terrible traps. Unexpectedly, the mercenary’s long-range strike came soon after. Although the slingers could not see the enemy, they were observed by the archers on the outpost. In addition to the large number of Pixis fighters, the accuracy was not low, so they had to avoid flying. The blow of the stone naturally makes it impossible to pay attention to the ground under the feet, so that the Picosis warrior is either hit by the flying stone or stabbed by the iron barb...

After arduously advancing several tens of meters, they encountered an even more terrible trap-called "tombstones" by mercenaries. It is a hole about 1.5 meters deep, with sharpened wooden stakes buried underneath. It is covered by floating soil. It is accidentally stepped on. Under the action of gravity, the sharp wooden stakes are enough to pierce the soles of the feet...

When Picosis’s high-leader Cincinnag arrived, he saw countless soldiers lying on the ground and covering their feet. The voice of sorrow was endless, and the other soldiers stood 100 meters away from the enemy’s camp. , With a face of fear, flinching...

"What's the matter?! Why don't you attack?!" Sinsingnag asked angrily while looking at the countless people who fell on the ground with heartache.

"Father." Gnainath used a spear as a crutch, walked up to him one step at a time, and said sadly: "The despicable Greeks have made a lot of traps outside the camp. We... many of our warriors are I was injured and couldn’t get close to their camp."

"Warriors?! You are worthy of being a warrior!" Sinsingnag's rebuke made everyone around him bow their heads in shame.

Seeing his most important son was hurt and embarrassed, his usual heroic expression was replaced by tiredness and decadence, Xinsinag felt even more heartache, and his tone became softer: "How is your injury? ?"

"It's all skin wounds, it's okay." Gnainath insisted, and said: "It's just that...our people have too many casualties...can't...can't attack anymore..."

Sincinnag nodded slightly and looked at the mercenary camp not far away. Thinking of the casualties these mercenaries had caused to his soldiers, a hatred came back in his heart: "Let Bruti go! "

After the Greek army retreated, the Vig City warriors did not have the urge to rush for revenge by the Picosis, so they were slow to pursue them. They happened to arrive at the same time as Sinsingnag, and the Pixis warriors were so miserable. In his eyes, Keren was under the low eaves and couldn't help but bow his head. As the great leader of Vig City, Sedorum accepted Cincinnag's order, but made a request: to borrow the buckler of the Picosis warrior.

Sincinnag agreed.

The Picosis were arrogant to the Vigs, making them feel uncomfortable, and suffocated to prove that they were better than the Picosis gang. They learned the lesson of the Picosis and didn’t leave. Wasteland, but only attacked from this not-wide flat passage in front of the enemy camp. They are holding round shields, tightly protecting their heads, lining up in long lines, and moving forward cautiously...