Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece - v9 Chapter 258： Before the final battle

Although Hernipolis had a tactful tone when translating, Daves still raised his eyebrows after listening, snorted heavily, and said angrily: “Go back and tell Alta Xerxes, I accepted his battle book—— ”

“Your Majesty!” Alexis eagerly interrupted his words: “I can’t agree! The reason why the Persians dared to write the war script must have already been prepared. We can’t agree to it. We must carefully consider it so as not to get caught. Their tricks!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Felixius also immediately persuaded: “Although the letter said that’there are a million troops’ is definitely a boast, but the number of Persian troops is indeed much larger than ours, we can’t risk fighting. , You should defend the camp first, and then look for fighters—”

“Nonsense!” Lizaru stood up and retorted, “Although the number of the Persian army is large, it is timid and fearful to fight; although our army is small, it is advancing bravely. Therefore, we should take advantage of the morale of the soldiers to fight with the Persian army. Start a battle instead of just defense, otherwise the pressure on logistics supplies will increase…”

“Lizaru is right! We go deep into the enemy’s territory, and only if we move forward courageously can we win the final victory! Once hesitates and slows down, it will only put the entire army in trouble!…” Matonis also expressed himself loudly. Views.

In a short while, the entire tent became lively, and it seemed to be the same as what Trebasus had heard outside the tent. Dozens of generals were divided into two factions, supporting or opposing the battle, and the two sides were arguing. It is difficult to reach agreement.

Trebasus saw King Dionia several times to stop it with his own eyes, but it didn’t work until the guard next to him beat a drum hard, and the crowd stopped the noise.

Davers stood up and said loudly with some shame: “Don’t fight, I’ve already decided! Persians, go back and tell your king that there will be a decisive battle in two days!”

When Trebasus walked out of the Dionian camp, his footsteps were brisk and his mood was relaxed, because he not only completed the task assigned by the King of Persia, and successfully allowed King Dionian to take over the battle book, but also He also learned about the reality of the Dionian army through this mission: they are not as good at war as the rumors, the soldiers are exhausted and war-weary, the generals are arrogant and untamable, and the King of Dionia is not as rumored. Strong, he can’t even completely overcome and drive his generals…

Trebasus deeply felt that these shortcomings revealed by the Dionian army would greatly increase the chances of the Persian army. He was very pleased that it was worthwhile to venture out to the Dionian Barracks.

He stepped on the horse eagerly, wishing to return to the station immediately and report to the Persian king what he had found here, but he did not notice the triumphant smile on the face of Henipolis standing at the entrance of the camp.

After the Persian envoys moved away from the big tent, the big tent became lively again.

“How was my performance just now?”

“Martonis, I really didn’t see it. You can be an actor in the Turriy Theater!”

“Haha, being an actor is exempt. I only care about whether the Persians will be fooled. After all, we urgently mobilized so many people and spent so much energy to act in this scene, we can’t be wasted!”

“I have been observing the Persian messenger just now. Every time we speak, his expression will change a little. He is likely to understand Greek. This just shows that he is paying attention to our camp.”

“So no matter how cunning the Persians are, they can’t escape your Majesty’s plan!”

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After the generals had heated discussions for a while, Daves coughed lightly, and the whole tent suddenly became quiet, which was a far cry from the time when the Persian envoy was there.

Daves looked around and said in a deep voice, “Everyone, now let us discuss the strategy for a decisive battle with Persia.”

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In the early morning of November 3, 364 BC (the 30th year of the Kingdom of Dionian), the sharp bugle sounded suddenly, and the quiet Dionian camp quickly became lively.

“Brothers, don’t sleep late, get up quickly!…” Just as the captains awakened their soldiers, the chefs of various legions’ main camps were already preparing breakfast for the soldiers.

When the bugle sounded, Daves immediately woke up from his sleep and saw the guards entering the account. His first sentence asked: “What’s the weather outside?”

“Your Majesty, the weather is fine, there is no rain, and there is no wind.”

“It’s good weather for combat!” Davers sighed.

After the Dionian army entered the Mesopotamian plains, the four seasons became somewhat distinct. The early autumn temperature here was a bit low, the air was relatively dry, there were many sunny days and few rainy days. All of these were important to the heavy infantry soldiers. The combat of the Onian army is good, the only bad thing is that it is often windy.

After washing, the guard brought breakfast: a bowl of sticky oatmeal, a bowl of hot bustard and donkey soup, most of the steamed sturgeon, two large breads with cheese…,

When Hernipolis entered the account, he saw Daves staring at the dinner plate in a daze, and immediately said: “Your Majesty, don’t worry, the soldiers’ breakfast is similar to yours! In order to meet your requirements, yesterday’s camp was in the camp. After catching fish on the Euphrates River for a day, the hussars ran north for hundreds of miles before they caught some wild animals…”

“Determining the victory or defeat of a battle is mainly the meticulous preparation before the war.” Davers picked up a piece of bread and said seriously: “Today’s battle may be very long. Soldiers must eat enough food to There is sufficient physical strength to support. Considering that the array alone may last until noon, Felicius has informed the heavy camp yesterday to ask them to prepare more bread, so that the soldiers can take it to the battlefield and have a meal before the battle. .”

“Listening to what your Majesty said, I am more confident in winning this battle, because the king of Persia cannot prepare such a rich food for his huge army like us.” Hernipolis flattered. Then he sat on the wooden chair next to him, hesitated for a moment, and said: “…I heard that people here are forbidden to catch this kind of fish, saying that it is a sacred object and will anger the god…”

“The more angry the enemy’s god, the happier the great Hades.” Daves said calmly, taking a big bite of the fish, chewing a few times, and spitting out the bones: “Have you finished breakfast? ”

“It’s over early.” Hernipolis complained: “Your Majesty, I am not like you. No matter how big the battle is, I can take it as usual. I was so excited that I didn’t sleep all night. I got up early today. You Look at me, my eye circles are still dark.”

“You…” Davers looked at the funny expression in his eyes with his fingers and smiled.

After he finished his breakfast and chatted with Hernipolis for a while, the captain of the court guard came in and reported: “Your Majesty, the legions have begun to line up.”

Daves put on his armor and walked out of the big tent. The guards had already brought his horse.

This is a mature Lusitania stallion with a fat body, a smooth fur, brownish-yellow, and unusually tall. It keeps digging the dirt with its front hoofs and shaking its head and neck, seemingly not wanting to be caught. He held it, but when Davers walked to it, it immediately calmed down, lowered its head, approached Davers, and hummed quietly.

Daves patted its face, smiled and said, “Hey, Nicky, you are going to fight with me again.”

Nicky seemed to understand, nuzzling Daves’s hand, then raised his head and neighed happily.

Since coming to this world, this is the fifth horse that Daves has ridden, and most likely the last one.

Daves patted the horse on the back with emotion, then turned on his horse, and left the inner camp under the **** of 1,000 fully armed court guards.

There were dozens of people gathered at the exit. Seeing Daves coming, someone couldn’t help shouting: “Your Majesty, we have been waiting for almost half an hour. Why did you come out? The soldiers have already left the camp!”

Although the man lying on the carriage was a little bit offensive, Daves was not angry, and smiled: “Amintas, your temper hasn’t changed until you get old. Don’t worry, we’re not here. Will start.”

“Your Majesty!” Hilonimus, Epithenis, Geogris, Martius and others immediately stepped forward to meet.

Davers looked at them and asked, “Brothers, are you ready to fight?”

Thirty years ago, Daves became the leader of the mercenary, and after completely winning the trust of the mercenaries, he would often say such things before the battle. At this moment, the veterans had mixed feelings in their ears and shouted excitedly a moment later. :”Ready!!”

Davers waved his right hand forward: “Then go!”

After meeting with the veterans, the whole team passed through the spacious camp tunnel and quickly left the camp.

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The Dionian army is not gathered together and then set off~www.novelhall.com~, but each legion is led by the corps commander. After leaving their own camp, they go directly to the scheduled battlefield, so more than 20 teams are almost side by side. Head east.

Because they had just eaten breakfast, and in order not to waste energy, the progress of each team was very slow. The soldiers chatted and laughed in the team, and the team officers did not stop it, and even provoked topics if they were not informed. People saw it and thought they were going for an outing instead of fighting a life and death battle.

After more than an hour, the teams successively walked out of Tabosacus and surrounding areas burnt down by the Persians, and set foot on the plains intertwined with blue and yellow.

After walking for a while, the commanders of the legion sent an order: “Stop and rest on the spot!”

“Is this the place of the battle? I don’t see anything special.”

“I heard that the camp of the Persian army is 25 miles away from our camp. I just calculated it silently. It’s about eleven or two miles away from the camp, right in the middle. Isn’t it a battlefield?”

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