Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 42: Surprise (2)

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Daves stood up, looked around the crowd, his voice was low and powerful: "The battle of tomorrow morning will determine the ownership of the Subari Plain! It will determine the future of our citizens of Amendorara! When the battle started, there was no horn, nor Let's scream! Let's be cruel! Be fierce! Be fast! Destroy the enemy in your sleep at the fastest speed! Advance to the center at the fastest speed! The faster we advance, the tighter and thicker the array will be. And the more the enemy will panic, we will be able to surround them in the center and force them to surrender! Brothers, the Crotone is like a pot of fragrant barley porridge, I want to see which team eats the fastest , The best food!"

Everyone didn't speak, but the blazing warfare was burning in their round eyes...

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In the early summer night in the southern Apennines, the weather was still relatively cool. Unfortunately, there was no moon or stars in the dark sky.

Amendorara’s troops began to set off, starting with the first detachment of the first brigade, the first squadron, and the first detachment of the first brigade. The army marched quietly and in order. The sound of the rushing river, the croaking of insects and frogs, and even the howling of the beasts in the distance covered the footsteps of the troops and the sound of armor crashing. From a distance, you can only look at the faintly flashing firelight every few hundred meters.

Crossing the pontoon at night is the biggest trouble of this march. The troops marched in two-lane columns to ensure that there was enough space on the bridge deck and that both sides had a response. Fortunately, most of the soldiers of the first brigade who walked in the front had participated in the Persian expedition. They were very experienced in walking at night. They successfully passed the first pontoon bridge and then passed the second one. Their good performance gave With confidence in the successor troops.

The second team also reached the other side smoothly.

At the third team, the bridge crossing speed started to slow down. Alsinius stepped on the undulating plank, looked at the dark and secluded river flowing under the pontoon bridge, imagined its depth, and his body swayed involuntarily following the bridge board, and he was about to lean out when he saw his body. Strongly grabbed his arm.

"Don't panic, look up ahead, don't look at your feet!" It was the voice of the team leader Ktips who was with him. He stabilized his emotions and followed the team leader's method, which really improved a lot.

As soon as he walked a few steps, he heard a thumping sound behind him, followed by a cry for help.

Someone fell into the water! He was shocked suddenly.

"Don't turn your head, go forward!" The usual nagging Ktips's voice was unusually calm at this time.

Alsinis finally set foot on the triangle area in the middle of the confluence of the two rivers. After gaining experience, it was much easier to cross the second pontoon bridge.

In order to help the Lukarians cross the river smoothly, Epithenes thought of a trick: Let a Greek and a Lukarian walk side by side on the pontoon. With the help of these veterans, the Lukarians The vast majority also crossed the river smoothly.

On the south bank of the Craty River and stepping on the solid ground, Alsinius' nervous mood fell to the ground. Only then did he ask the team leader: "What about the comrades who fell into the water?"

"The commander of the legion asked the military officer Felicius to arrange some rescuers on both sides of the strait. As long as they throw away the bucklers, spear guns, and helmets, there should be no problem swimming to the shore. Of course, it depends on whether they usually do. I’ve been serious about training for swimming. Now you realize the importance of training. Every project should be completed carefully, because maybe you will use it someday in the future.” Ktips seized every opportunity to tell the recruits Conduct education.

Alsinius nodded seriously.

Two hours later, the troops approached the city of Castellon, and the whole army extinguished all torches. Led by the Izam team, they came to the middle reaches of the Trionto River (Castellon was at the mouth of the Trionto River), lined up in eight columns, and the soldiers were pulling lancets back and forth (because of The buckler is hung on the shoulders, and the helmet is hung on the neck.) Walk through. Although this section of the river is the widest, the water is not as deep as the waist and the current is not fast. Except for the more pebbles on the river beach, there is no treatment for soldiers. We crossed the Trionto River if we caused any trouble.

The camp in Crotone is not far away.

It's still dark at night, and it's still dark. Under the leadership of the mountain team, the teams entered the predetermined position quietly and unhurriedly, and began to lie down to rest in order to recover their strength. The team officers dived close to observe the Crotone camp, compared the previous map, and began to adjust and arrange the attack positions of the subordinate teams.

As soon as there was a gleam of light in the eastern sky, the team officers began to wake up the soldiers who were resting. While they were finishing their weapons and equipment, the team leaders whispered to mobilize before the battle: For the veterans, just say, "These arrogant grievances The people of Rotone dared to insult our Lord Daves and burn our houses, and now we have to use shield spears to make them pay the price of blood,' and so on, it is enough to ignite their anger; and for recruits, in addition to encouragement , I also need to remind them of some details that need to be paid attention to in the battle, such as'Don't just charge yourself, and move forward with the whole team. When the stabbing gun pierces the enemy’s body and cannot be extracted, don’t waste time trying to pull it out, take out the saber and continue to slash, etc.

Alsinis began to line up with his comrades, and then put on the heavy Corinthian helmet, but he did not have the usual sense of loneliness of being isolated from the world, although he could not feel the power of his teammates behind him (because it was Single row), but through the eyes of the helmet, he saw not only the tents randomly set up by the Crotones 100 meters away, but also the thin line of Amendorara’s comrades who came out of the corner of his eyes. The terrain extends infinitely, enveloping the camp in an arc until it is out of sight...

Alsinius stepped forward lightly, and the nearest tent approaching Crotone was less than 40 meters away, and there was still deathly silence in front of him.

Alsinis was both excited and a little regretful. He wanted to fight with the sober Crotone to show off his growing skills.

At this time, a large scream came from the front on the right, which was particularly harsh in the silent camp. That was when the first brigade began to attack.

Ktips whispered: "Go ahead!"

Everyone started to take big strides, the bucklers next to each other rubbed against each other, making a low "boom" muffled sound, and their feet in leather sandals stepped on the muddy ground soaked by the morning dew, leaving a row of rows. Clear footprints.

Alsiris had spotted several enemies lying in front of him who were sleeping outside the tent, but when he stood in front of the enemy, he became hesitant again.

"Hands!" The teammate next to him urged, and at the same time he plunged the lancet into an enemy's throat. He suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed his throat with both hands. He wanted to scream but couldn't make a sound, his expression was extremely extreme. Pain, the whole face is distorted.

The teammate pulled out the stabbing gun, the blood from the wound shot out like a fountain, and the injured enemy began to pant, which caused the other enemy to be awakened in his sleep.

"Don't do it yet!" The teammate shouted again, and Alsiris finally stopped hesitating, and quickly pierced the enemy's chest with a shot.

The teammate turned his head and nodded to Alsinius. Although he couldn't see the expression on his face because of the helmet, Alsinius could guess that it must be a satisfied smile. He was inspired to hold back his stomach. Feeling unwell, continue to move forward while cleaning up the enemies sleeping soundly outside the tent.

A tent in front blocked the forward path of Ktips squad. Ktips made a gesture. Ten soldiers surrounded the tent, and ten stabbing guns plunged in, accompanied by screams. , Blood splattered on the curtain.

"Alsinius!" Ctips shouted.

Alsinis immediately held the round shield, bent over and got into the tent, and quickly came out, saying: "There are four people, two... vomiting... two seriously injured, the others... vomiting... all dead ."

"Regardless of them, keep going!" Ktips waved his hand, then looked at Alsinis, and said in a deep voice, "Even if I vomit, don't stop me from moving forward."

Alsinis and the others went for a long time before they saw the enemy who got out of the tent in twos and threes. They were wearing short-sleeved linens, some were even naked, most of them had no weapons in their hands, and they seemed to have not been drunk and sleepy. Woke up completely, staring at Alsinius and the others in a daze, didn't understand what was going on, until they saw Alsinius and the others stabbed some of them to the ground. The screams woke them up, but they didn't rush to fight hard, and It was a panic cry: "There are enemies! There are enemies!..." Under the pressure of Alsinius and the others, they fled around. The panic and panic reminded Alsinius of seeing his father being chased by hungry wolves when he went up the mountain to graze with his father when he was a child. Flock.

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The ancestors of Kolobs were the earliest immigrants in Crotone, so they were assigned a large and fertile "allotment", and the whole family lived a relatively prosperous farming and pastoral life. However, with the passage of time and the rise of trade, many business citizens have gained amazing wealth, and they have used the earned wealth to gain considerable power in Crotone’s political arena. They have become Crotone’s new noble. Colebus' grandfather was an ambitious man. He envied these businessmen. He was no longer satisfied with farming and was determined to devote himself to the business trend to win a brighter future for the family. He mortgaged the land, borrowed a lot of money, bought a few ships, and started port transshipment trade, loaded with goods, and sailed in the Greek city-states of Sagunto, Gaul, and Massilia in the Iberian Peninsula. Between Napoli and Crotone in Benbon, on the west coast of Italy.

Everything went smoothly at the beginning and made a lot of money, and then when it passed through the Strait of Messina again with a full load of goods, it was caught in the great vortex of Kridis, and the ship was destroyed and killed. The Kolbs family has since declined. When he grows up, his life has been ruined. In addition to his status as a citizen of Crotone, he has nothing to do with the freedmen from the Gentiles, but he is different from the freedmen. Can participate in the referendum to vote, can join the army to fight.