Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 8: Military training

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After that, the other four people also got out of the car and moved forward.

People coming from the south have to pass through the Krati River and enter the city of Turi Ibn in two ways: one is to enter the southern city of Turiy, and take a boat from the pier to the pier of the main city of Turiy on the opposite bank. This is the main It is suitable for Dionian citizens and other visiting city-state envoys; the second is, like Cardias, through the wooden bridge on the west outside the southern city to reach the delta where the two rivers meet, and then cross the wooden bridge to reach Krati Hebei Bank, finally entered the main city.

The three of Nick Stratus who passed the checkpoint got on the wooden bridge. Lycasus was not pretentiously reserved like his teacher. He stomped his feet curiously, patted the bridge rails, and craned his neck to watch the boat from time to time. Passing under the bridge... suddenly he shouted: "Look at what they are doing?!"

Nick Stratus looked in the direction of his fingers. Not far from the bridge, there was a group of teenagers swimming in the river. They were not playing in the water, but lined up in several lines, one after the other. Swim from the north bank to the south bank and back again. The Greeks are a marine nation, and people with good water quality abound, but it is still relatively rare to have every child wearing leather armor and swimming in exciting scenes like this.

"Is it a game?" Stasipus said uncertainly.

"They are in military training." A middle-aged man next to him who had broken his right arm and had been on the bridge railing for a long time interjected.

Stacips looked at him up and down a few times and asked curiously: "Military training?"

"They are all students of the Turiyi School. In accordance with the requirements of the Dionian Education Act, in addition to learning knowledge, they also have to conduct military training..." the middle-aged man explained.

"It's too cruel for such a young child to be forced to do such a dangerous exercise! What if they are exhausted and drown?! What if they are hit by a boat?!" Nick Strato Si dissatisfied said.

Actually, not only are instructors escorted by the river, but there are also several boats parked on the river, ready for rescue at any time. However, the middle-aged man did not explain much, but said indifferently: "The ferocious enemy is not let off by anyone who is young. Only through rigorous training can you kill the enemy when you go to the battlefield, not be killed by the enemy. Die."

Nick Stratus was speechless for a while, and walked away quickly. Whether young or middle-aged, Dionia’s men spoke with an aura that disgusted him. No wonder someone called Dai The Onyas are "little Stars", so their actions are indeed cruel!

The middle-aged man ignored the departure of these foreigners and continued to pay attention to the children's training in the river. Until the instructor recruited them all ashore, he hurriedly crossed the bridge and descended to the river beach.

"Hey, Pariandoros, my brother!" When an instructor saw him, he enthusiastically stepped forward to hug him. Both of them were soldiers of the First Army Amintas Brigade and fought together. The friendship is naturally deep: "Your child is still performing well as usual, and today he won the first place in his group in the training of armed swimming!" The instructor praised without hesitation.

"I saw them all on the bridge."

"I said Pariandoros, you are so concerned about your child's military training performance recently. Are you going to let him succeed you as an adult and become a soldier in the Dionian Army?" the instructor said jokingly.

Who knows, Pariandoros nodded seriously: "I want him to enter the First Army."

The instructor was taken aback, and then persuaded: "My brother, although Patroclus has performed well, he has not been fighting for several years now. The number of the legion reserve has exceeded 10,000. The first legion is not that way. Easy to enter. And he is still under eighteen years old. Even at the age of military service, the team officers will not be so eager to send recruits like him to the battlefield, but let him train himself in the reserve team first. Become a qualified Legionnaire."

Pariandolos thought for a while and admitted that the instructor was right. He still asked a little worried: "I don't understand the current situation of the Legion. How long do you think it will be for Patroclus to enter the reserve team in the future? Can you enter the official corps? Especially the first corps?"

The instructor laughed: "You, you should usually walk with the old brethren of the First Army, especially our boss Captain Amintas, he is the most old-fashioned. You know, he just came this year Appointed as the commander of the Second Legion, your son wants to enter the Second Legion, that’s what he said. Even if you insist on letting Patroclus enter the First Legion, relying on Amintas and the commander of the First Legion, Antonio Si’s friendship is just a matter of his words."

Pariandoros listened silently to the suggestions of his comrades. Indeed, since he was injured, the interaction with his comrades and team officials has decreased a lot. Now for the sake of the children, some changes should be made.

"By the way, haven't you been studying in school lately, are you going to take part in the assessment of Turiyi and serve as the village chief? How are you studying now?" The instructor suddenly remembered and asked curiously.

Pariandoros smiled bitterly: "I didn't know a word before, but now I am old and have a bad memory. Memorizing those letters is enough to give me a headache..."

"Then you have to work harder, I'm still waiting for you to enter the Senate in the future and take care of our old comrades in arms!" The instructor joked.

Pariandoros gave a rare smile.

"Father!" Patroclus, who had changed his clothes, walked over.

"School is over?"

Patroclos nodded. He is almost 17 years old. He is taller than Paliandolos. Although he is not strong yet, his body is well-proportioned and strong. For students who are about to reach adulthood like him, the school The afternoon courses are no longer general sports competitions and military training, but more rigorous, starting to practice close to actual combat, and prepare for entering the army.

"Pariandoros, don't forget what I told you." The instructor reminded him loudly when he saw the father and son walking away.

Pariandoros waved in gratitude.

"Father, what did you say to the instructor?" Patroclus asked curiously.

"About your entry into the First Army..." Pariandoros told his son truthfully.

Patrocluss blew a long whistle: "I heard Stephros say that it is impossible for a recruit like me to enter the First Legion from the beginning. But I believe that no matter which legion I am in, I Will become the person holding the flag in the triumphal style!"

Pariandoros patted the child's shoulder with relief. Although Patroclus has a detached personality, he is an extremely confident child.

When the father and son left the college, Patroclus stopped suddenly and shouted: "Hey, Cynthia!"

Cynthia, who was going home with her classmates, turned her head and smiled at him.

Patrolocros winked his eyes: "The hairband on your head is loose."

Cynthia reached out her hand and touched her hair, found that she had been deceived, took a sip, and cursed: "Hate Palo!"

Patrolocros laughed, stared, and looked back at Cynthia as she walked away.

Pariandoros, as a person who came over, couldn’t understand his son’s thoughts, but most people in Turiyi knew the identity of the girl—the adopted daughter of Archon Daves, and she had just obtained citizenship not long ago. Ordinary citizens of Dionia, the status gap between the two sides is huge. It's just that the son is stubborn and has his own ideas when he was young. He is not good to say anything. He just hopes that this is just the child's pure liking. When he grows up, everything will change.

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Cynthia bid farewell to her girlfriend and walked into her home.

The slave came over quickly and took her schoolbag. She immediately saluted her and expressed her gratitude.

Nowadays, Davers's mansion has expanded compared with before, divided into front, middle and rear courtyards. The front yard is the residence of ordinary slaves, and the stables are also here; the middle yard is the place where Davers' office and business are discussed, and there are also bedrooms for slave butlers and office staff; the back yard is the residence of Davers and his family.

Cynthia walked straight ahead, wherever she went, the slaves saluted her, and Cynthia responded one by one. This is Davers's house rules. Although Cynthia doesn't understand it, she has developed a habit.

After entering the middle courtyard, she also had a face-to-face meeting with Alistairs. Cynthia was more afraid of her father's entourage. She always felt that his black and white eyes seemed to have some magic power to see through people's hearts. In comparison, among Davers’s entourage, she prefers the former writer Aristocrates. Unfortunately, he has become a Dionian citizen and, on Davers’s suggestion, through the alliance’s After the assessment, he has become a judge of the Turiyi Court.

Cynthia pushed the room in the backyard, and heard a familiar voice: "Oh, Cynthia is back!"

Christoya stood by the garden and looked at her with a smile, Azuna was bending over to pull the flowers.

"Mother!" Cynthia screamed, and ran forward and gave Kristia a hug. After several years of getting along with each other, this sexy, elegant, and kind woman has replaced the fading image of her mother in her mind.

"Be lighter! You foolish little guy, don't frighten your sister!" Kristia subconsciously covered her abdomen, which was already a bit protruding, and flicked Cynthia's forehead angrily.

"Sister, I disturbed you to sleep, my sister apologized to you!" Cynthia leaned close to Kristia's belly and said weirdly.

Then, she suddenly shouted in surprise: "She kicked me! Mother, sister, she kicked me!"

"Yes, I felt it too!" Kristia also had a look of joy. This is her second pregnancy. How did she know whether she was pregnant with a boy or a girl, but after having little Kroo , She wanted to have a daughter, so she told people that she was pregnant with a girl. This was the first time she felt a baby move.