Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 96: The Battle of Ramato River (5)
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"Hurry up! Hurry up! Don't listen to orders, military law... military law disposal!!" Sauberkos roared, tears intertwined with sweat on his face.
The remaining Dionian cavalry finally turned around.
Soboks seemed to have exhausted his strength, he fell back, his right fist still firmly against his chest.
The blue sky, the white clouds, and the dazzling sun, the sun shining on him is so warm... Sobokos's face showed a smile...
"Dionia is going to win..." He muttered. At this moment, what he was thinking of was not Turie, who gave birth to him for decades, but Dio who had only been established for a few years. League of Nia.
When the enemy's spear pierced his chest, he did not dodge, but closed his eyes. In the depths of his heart, he saw the beautiful Elysée Paradise that was showing him the whole picture...
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In Trina, now there are only about 500 citizen soldiers in the city, and there are no other people. It has almost become an empty city.
Why does this happen?
Because when Cypros proposed "Send the most soldiers to participate in the battle" at the Citizens' Assembly, the citizens questioned him: "If the enemy suddenly attacks Trina during a war, how can we use so few soldiers? Come to defend this city?"
His answer was: "Allow the people to temporarily migrate to Knapetia, to receive the asylum of the Dionian League, and then return until the battle is won..."
In the end, the reason why the Citizens Assembly passed his seemingly absurd proposal is because Syracuse’s camp is not far from the river bank, and Syracuse’s huge fleet is hovering in the bay. Like a tiger lurking in the grass, stealing Trina City at any time, making citizens fearful day and night, so they all hope that the victory of this battle will make this huge threat completely disappear.
After obtaining the consent of the Acting Chief Executive of Knapetia, Asistes, more than 40,000 people in Trina went north to take refuge with their family’s food and belongings.
After Cypros led 8,500 soldiers to leave, there were less than 500 citizen soldiers left in the city. They closed the city gates tightly and watched the movement outside the city at all times.
"Look, Siracusa's fleet!" a soldier yelled nervously, pointing to the sea outside the port.
In the past two days, the ships of Syracuse entered and exited the Ramato River mouth, and the Trina people were a little accustomed to it. But this time, there were not only cargo ships but also warships, and the number was astonishing, and it seemed that there were no fewer than 200 ships.
"There are soldiers on board!" When the Syracuse fleet sailed into the Ramato River, very close to the city of Trina, the soldiers at the head of the city could clearly see that the fleet entering the river mouth was two ships side by side. , One after another, and each ship was full of soldiers.
"This...this is probably no less than 10,000 people!"
"We are just this person, it is impossible to defend this city!"
"Let's just... retreat now. Anyway, Cypros said,'If you can't defend, you can retreat. Just like Athens facing the invasion of Persian army, you can abandon your homeland and you can come back and rebuild in the future.'" /
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The Trina soldiers screamed in panic, but they soon discovered that this huge fleet of ships did not anchor on the banks of the river near Trina, but went straight upstream.
The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, but Trina General Bromaras, who had been overlooking the two "long dragons" in the Ramato River, looked solemn, and a terrible thought arose in his heart.
"Hurry up and go to the battlefield immediately! Tell the coalition commander that there are tens of thousands of Syracuse soldiers rushing to the battlefield. I hope they--" Bromatos said this, suddenly thinking of something , I can't say anything.
According to the previous reports from the scouts, the coalition forces have begun a battle with the Syracuses. All units of the coalition forces should now have their full strength. Even if the generals know the news, what can they use to stop them? What about the enemy's reinforcements?
Looking at the same nervous messenger, Bromatos tried his best to calm himself: "Go ahead."
"...Yes!" The messenger turned around to go down to the city.
Blomatos said cautiously: "After you finish sending the news, you stay near the battlefield. Once the battle has a result, come back and tell us immediately!"
"Speed up! Speed up again!" Standing behind the piper who controls the rhythm of the sailor's paddle, Leptinius gave the order himself.
Under the fast-paced drum beat, dozens of sailors desperately paddled the wooden oars. This is the fifty-blade warship at the forefront. It moves fast on the water, and naturally drives the forward speed of the stern and side fleet. Coupled with the southeast breeze, the speed of the entire fleet is not It becomes slow because it is upstream.
Despite the fast-moving fleet, Leptinius still looked solemn: as the commander-in-chief of the navy, the naval battle with Carthage a few years ago almost cost him the trust of his brother Dionysius. Therefore, since the start of the war this time, he secretly made up his mind to prove his shame to Dionysius and to the Syracuses who mocked him for sitting in this position by blood instead of ability. ability. Therefore, for this battle, he must arrive in time, so that he can no longer disappoint his brother Dionysius and put himself to shame!
"The confluence of the rivers is just ahead!" shouted the looking hand who was lying on the mast and looking out.
Leptinis walked hurriedly to the bow and in front of him: the wide and calm river tens of meters split forked, one to the left and the other to the right.
Leptinius' tight face finally showed a trace of excitement: "Prepare to turn the rudder to the left!"
In fact, there is no need for him to order at all. The experienced helmsman is already adjusting the course of the warship.
Leptinius finally smiled as he watched the warship steadily turn into the river on the left and continued to cut through the waves. According to the map sent to him by Dionysius yesterday, he knew that Four miles ahead, on the right side of the river bank is a large stretch of flat sandy beach, which is where he determined the fleet to land.
In order to ensure a smooth landing, he did not even have a three-layer paddle warship in the fleet this time, because the three-layer paddle hull is too large and too long, not only not conducive to docking on the beach, but also easy to hinder others. The voyage of the vessel.
"En Amenas!"
"My lord." The Campanian mercenary leader who was also on the ship responded.
"Be prepared, it's up to you soon!" Leptinius encouraged.
Leptinius’ fleet of landing forces are mostly Campania mercenaries. Compared with the city-state citizen soldiers, these mercenaries who have been fighting for many years have rich experience and can be alone without relying on a dense phalanx. Combat, which is why Dionysius chose to let them land for combat. For this battle, Dionysius can be considered desperate, and some details have been considered.
But Leptinius doesn’t like these mercenaries, especially the Celts and Numibians. He believes: these indigenous people are barbaric, bloody, indiscriminate, looting, and not obeying orders, if not In order to win this war, he didn't want to be close to them at all.
"Hahaha! Brothers can't wait to kick the Greek in the ass. This can be said to be the easiest time for us to fight for Dionysius!" En Amenas laughed loudly, he However, he suffocated his energy and wanted to make a great contribution to get the appreciation of Dionysius. Mathias, also from Campania and a mercenary, now turned into a courtier of Dionysius, is his example.
"That's right, boss. We only need a charge to make the enemy kneel and surrender!" The mercenaries on the ship were confident.
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Dionysius was really thoughtful. But what he didn’t expect was: before the battle, he repeatedly reminded the leaders of the Numibian cavalry and the Celtic cavalry to assist in the right-wing operations, but these militant aliens returned to their old habits again. After defeating the coalition cavalry, they were busy. Pursuing, killing, and looting the spoils, Dionysius' orders have long been forgotten.
As a result, the right wing led by Phoebe Das kept retreating without support, and the entire right wing line that was still struggling to support was almost pushed out of a semicircle.
And what Dionysius could not think of was that in the middle, the 15,000 elite heavy infantry of Syracuse, whom he had the most high hopes for, were in a confrontation with a similar number of soldiers from the Dionian Legion. In addition to stalemate at the beginning for a period of time, it is also slowly retreating. The retreat of the center also affected the left wing.
After receiving urgent reports from the left, center, and right, Dionysius now feels that the whole line is retreating. Yes, the whole array! He no longer had the leisurely mood of winning the war. He ordered his adjutant Damocles and his attendants to stand tightly behind the mid lane array, shouting loudly to the soldiers, encouraging them to cheer up, and The enemy's offensive topped it back.
But in the huge noise created by roars, screams, and the intersection of guns and shields, the effect is almost negligible, and the center is still slowly retreating.
"What's the matter?! Why haven't the reinforcements of fascipesus arrived yet?!" Dionysius asked in a loud voice, his irritability also infected the horse under his crotch, and kept on. Shook his head and whispered.
"My lord, the messenger has already reported back. The troops led by Facipesas are only one mile away from the right flank." Damocles replied immediately.
"Go!" Dionysius pointed at him: "Guide Facipesas to directly lead his army to the right flank and attack the enemy's flank!"
"Yes!"
"Where is the Leptinius fleet?"
"Already past the left-wing combat position, my lord."
"That's about to land. This guy, Leptinius, is moving quickly this time!" Hearing the news that the reinforcements were about to go into battle, Dionysius' mood was slightly relaxed: " The snare drum is beaten and the bugle is sounded, so that the soldiers not only have to hold on, but also start to prepare for the offensive!"