Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 93: The Battle of Ramato River (2)

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Dionysius nodded slightly, then pulled his horse back into the battle.

"Dionysius, stop for me!" Askamas who came over shouted.

"I have met your commander in person, and you generals are not qualified to talk to me!" Dionysius laughed loudly and urged the horse to return to the line.

"What did Dionysius say?!" Askamas who hurried over asked loudly.

"What else can I say besides declaring war!" The good-tempered Felicius couldn't help being a little angry.

"The timid Dionysius, he didn't dare to stay for a while, and he dared to declare war on us!" Ascamas spit in the direction of the opposite Dionysius.

At this time, Asesias and Cipros had arrived.

And Felicius’s state of mind has also calmed down. Taking advantage of the precious opportunity of everyone getting together, he looked at the three of them and solemnly said: "Sir Cypros, you have to control your army, don’t Too much attention is paid to offensive, as long as it is stable. Our Dionian army will guard the right flank together with Trina soldiers."

"I'm relieved to be with the Dionian Legion!" Cipros laughed.

Felicius once again gave a final reminder to Siritin’s commanding general: "Master Arcesias, please note that the right end of the phalanx you lead should try to maintain the attack speed with Dionia’s army. Consistent! And your left wing...please attack with Crotone's army!"

Acethias nodded to express understanding.

Felicius finally turned his attention to this general Crotone who seemed to have a prejudice against Dionia, and said sincerely: "Master Ascamas, the victory of the Allied Forces of Southern Italy, the whole of Great Greece The peace depends on you Crotone!"

"Don't worry, sirs! Our warriors in Crotone are already ready. We waited for the bugle to sound, and then launched a charge to defeat the Syracuses in one fell swoop!" Ascamas was full of pride. .

Feirisius stared at each of the generals with tension and excitement on their faces, stretched out his right fist, and shouted hopefully: "The gods will bless the Great Greece !"

"The gods bless the Great Greece!" The other three responded sternly, their four fists struck together forcefully, and then they pulled their horses and returned to their own formation.

In the Greek city-states of the Western Mediterranean, there are two deities highly respected: one is the sun **** Apollo. Apollo is not a powerful god, but he is in charge of the sun, art, and archery. There is also a lucky bonus. During the colonial era, a wooden boat full of colonists sailed to the unknown Western Mediterranean. They all hoped to be lucky enough to escape the sea storm, successfully reach the land, find a land with fertile water plants and settle down, and avoid encountering fierce natives. Once they survived and the city was built successfully, they would think it was Apollo's favor; and what was the most important thing after they settled down? Of course, it is to multiply, grow the ethnic group, strengthen the strength, drive away the aboriginal people around, and expand the territory. Therefore, another highly respected **** is Hera, the **** queen in charge of marriage, family, and fertility.

Among the city-states participating in the war today, the city-states of Siracusa, Crotone, Siritin, and Trina are the protectors of Apollo. Although the city-state armies had divination to the sun **** before rushing to the battlefield, before the battle, the soldiers again prayed to Apollo for blessings. It's just a prayer from both the enemy and us. How does this make Apollo choose?

Only the Dionian soldiers sang odes to the ghastly dark lord in the hearts of the Greeks.

Like other comrades in arms, Effiart sings silently to the last paragraph of Hades's ode: "...the great master of the underworld, the impartial arbiter!

May my name shine on the Hall of Valor when I die bravely,

The soul is led by you to the Elysee that everyone yearns for! "

The soldiers felt all their fear, and they were full of strength.

"Brothers, tidy up your equipment and wear a helmet!" The team leader said.

Alphaart immediately placed a lancet and two javelins in his right hand on the long shield of his left hand, took off the open helmet hung on his shoulders, put it on, pulled down the leather ear protectors, and placed them on the lower jaw. Tie tightly.

When he finished all this, he used his peripheral vision to see that his comrades on both sides also quickly put on their helmets and resumed their standing defensive posture. He felt that this new type of helmet was much more convenient. The eyes could see the surroundings and the ears could hear the words of his comrades. The previous Corinthian helmet was not good enough. If you wear it, you will feel that your eyes and ears are immediately deaf and blind. I can only see the enemy directly in front, and can only hear the sharp and high-pitched bugle sound, as if alone in the darkness, only the swaying figure of the companion next to him and the force of the comrades behind him surging forward. To make him feel real.

If a person with a fragile heart wears a Corinthian helmet, after a long time, he will definitely go crazy! Effiart often thinks this way in his usual training, so after tasting the benefits of the new helmet, he never wants to wear a Corinthian helmet again.

About a saying circulating in the Legion: The new helmet cannot protect the face. He sneered at this: people reacted fastest to any stabbing attack on the face. If you can't even dodge this, then you are not a qualified Dionian Army soldier!

Looking at the Syracuse soldiers who were wrapped in bronze armor a few hundred meters away, a pity for them rose in his heart.

The familiar bugle sound that I heard countless times on the training ground sounded at this time, high-pitched and majestic, but it gave him a different excitement.

"Go forward!" In the voice of the team leader, Ai Feiart held the shield in his left hand and the gun in his right hand.

And among the small squares, countless soldiers wearing leather armor quickly rushed out of the channels between the squares and rushed to the enemy.

This spectacular sight is like during countless training sessions. Effiart knows that the first to receive the enemy will be the comrades in the light infantry brigade.

And he and his heavy infantry comrades skillfully swapped a javelin into their right hand, waiting for the moment of throwing in a calm march.

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After two days of contemplation and careful preparation, with the sound of the offensive bugle, the nervous Felicius suddenly relaxed and muttered: "It's finally started..."

But soon he raised his spirits again and told the herald and scout: Report to him the progress of the entire battlefield at any time!

The battle has just begun. He must be 100% focused, as the Archon Davers did on the battlefield in the past, and be prepared to deal with various unexpected situations at any time, until the final battle is over and victory comes.

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At this moment, Dionysius’s attention is not on the battlefield: "Are the reinforcements set off now? Where are they now?"

"The fleet led by Lord Leptinius had set sail from the port of Hibernian half an hour ago with a full load of 10,000 soldiers. It may have reached the mouth of the Ramato River by now... and Facipesas The other army led by the adults set off from Hibernian early in the morning, and now it is estimated to have crossed the Corta River..."

The adjutant made his own judgment seriously based on the information obtained from the scout.

At this moment, a messenger came galloping from the rear: "Report! Master Facipesas led the army into the camp, and I was sent to ask the plenipotentiary general for the next order!"

Dionysius smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that Fascipess's performance this time is really good. It has exceeded your estimate, Damocles."

Adjutant Damocles smiled flatteringly: "Because of your sire, the Greeks are completely fooled. Victory is in sight! Fascipesas also wants to do his merits early, otherwise he will be late, and the battle will be over. Now, victory is yours alone."

Dionysius smiled again and ordered: "Let Facipesas lead the soldiers to rest in the camp temporarily and regain their strength. The battle has just begun."

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The two light infantry battalions of the Fourth and Fifth Army of Dionia moved forward quickly, but their attempt to directly attack the phalanx of the Syracuse infantry failed because the Syracuse also sent a huge There are a large number of light infantry, so the outpost begins with a light infantry contest.

For a time, arrows came and went, javelins staggered, and people on both sides continued to scream and fall. The Dionian light infantry is more well-trained, and the Syracuse light infantry has more experience in the battlefield, because the fourth and fifth legions were formed at the latest, especially the fifth legion has not participated in a real battle, so the two sides The fight was evenly matched.

When the large units were nearly 100 meters apart, the Siracusa light infantry retreated. They must withdraw from the battlefield early before the heavy infantry collided, otherwise they would be crushed into blood under the impact of huge forces. foam.

The Dionian Light Infantry has not withdrawn yet. The more complex and smoother formation of the Dionian Legion gives them the confidence to quickly withdraw from the battlefield before the heavy infantry on both sides collide, so they are not afraid of approaching. Syracuse's array was as thick as a mountain, and quickly shot two rounds of arrows and javelins.

The arrow flashed cold and flew down. Some were hit on a thick Corinthian helmet and bounced high, making Syracuse soldiers slightly dizzy; some were blocked by a round shield, except for smashing small holes in the smooth copper shield, which would not cause For any injury, only a shot on the exposed arm and thigh can make it lose combat effectiveness, but such casualties are really too few.

But the damage of the javelin is much more. It can not only penetrate the breastplate, but also penetrate the buckler, making it difficult for soldiers to wield the shield to defend.

The screams that rang in Syracuse’s array were like throwing a stone into a big river, completely covered by the sound of rumbling footsteps and the rubbing of armor and weapons, and could not make a single wave.