The rebellious indigenous soldiers occupied the city of Mazara. While looting the whole city, they sent people to negotiate with Dionia, proposing that as long as Dionia sends them back to Iberia, they will no longer be enemies with Dionia and offer the city of Mazara.

Davers' answer was quite tough: they were not qualified to negotiate with him, and unless they surrendered immediately and unconditionally, their bodies would not return to their hometown even after death.

Davers' response made the Iberian indigenous warriors angry but fearful. They wanted to kill to eliminate their fear. Therefore, the looting in Mazara City turned into massacre. The people of Mazara rose up to resist, but how could they be the opponents of these indigenous warriors who were like wolves and tigers, and they were about to become ghosts under the sword.

Unexpectedly, a team of Lusitanians and Celtics clashed because of robbing food. The conflict quickly turned into a fight, and then quickly turned into a melee. The Celtics, Lusitanians, Iberians, and Phinu infantry, were not subordinate to each other when they were under Mago and their treatment was different. There were some conflicts in the past, but now in order to obtain more food and let their tribesmen get more opportunities to survive, they have no hesitation to attack other races...

All races in the city were involved in this melee and could not stop at all. Throughout the day, the screams and fighting in the city were heard and heard, and the sounds spread for ten miles.

The Detective Cavalry of the Dionys had long returned the news of the civil strife in Mazara City. Davers rejected his general's proposal to "send troops to interfere" and only asked the Detective Cavalry to continue to monitor.

When night fell, the city of Mazara was already filled with blood and corpses. Because it was dark, various forces had to stop fighting, and each occupied a corner of the city, guarding each other.

The weaker Philip infantry naturally gathered with the remaining Mazara people, occupied the port, and began to plot to surrender to Dionia.

At dawn on the second day, the Iberian natives woke up from their sleep and suddenly found that there were thousands of soldiers in black helmets and black armor in the city. They were shocked and suspected that the other party secretly opened the city gate and let the Dionia army enter.

But in fact, the Mazara people rushed to Selinus in the port and asked Davers for help in tears, and were willing to let Mazara join the Kingdom of Dionia.

Only then did Davers ask the Sicilian fleet to urgently transport the soldiers of the two legions and land at the port of Mazara in the darkness of the night.

Yesterday's melee had caused many deaths and injuries to the Iberian indigenous people. Now the army of Dionian has appeared in the city, and the military horns outside the city are roaring and smoke and dust are rolling.

Even though the Iberian indigenous people were fierce, they were already in desperate situations and eventually had to choose to surrender one by one.

Segesta and Mazara surrendered one after another, and Carthage's 100,000 troops were all destroyed. Davers immediately asked Segesta and Mazara to send envoys to Elix to persuade them to surrender.

Elex—The Phoenician had no choice in the religious center of Sicily, and soon opened the door to Dionia.

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After Elix surrendered, Davers led his main force to Lilibi, a military fortress built in Carthage. He held another military meeting at the lord's residence. Except for the absence of the commander of the Ninth Legion, Tigtinos, who was far away in Sardinia, all the senior generals of the Dionian who participated in the war attended the meeting. Even Zantiparis, the commander of the Seventh Legion stationed in Palermos, rushed to the scene.

"Your Majesty, congratulations on winning the Sicilian War! You led the army to conquer the entire island, drove the Carthaginians out completely, and created brilliant achievements that our predecessors could not create!!" At the beginning of the meeting, Thormid led all the senior generals to congratulate Davers in unison.

This was obviously beyond Davers' expectations. His eyes slowly swept across the faces of the generals, and he saw the excitement on the faces of Tolmede, Matonis, Oliverus, Lizaru, Trotiras, Zantiparis, the smiles on the faces of Alexis, Printols, and Epitianis, the regrets revealed by Amintas, and the calmness on the faces of Leotizides...

Finally, his eyes fell on Heniporis beside him. The court clerk seemed to be covering his mouth and laughing secretly because of Davers' surprise before.

After a moment, Davers said with a solemn expression: "This victory belongs not only to me, but also to you excellent generals and officers, our heroic soldiers, and to all the people of Dionia who contributed their strength to this war! Without your outstanding command, without the soldiers' fighting, and without the full efforts of the people, there would be no glorious victory today! Here, I would like to congratulate you, and to express my gratitude to you!" As he said that, he saluted the generals present with a very solemn grace.

When the generals saw this, they were stunned at first, and then stood attentively to return gifts.

Seeing that they all seemed to be touched by their own words, Davers waved his hand again, calmed his tone and said, "Sit down, always standing like this, and being seen by others, I'm afraid we don't think we are celebrating victory, but encountering strong enemies and preparing to fight to the death."

Everyone laughed.

Even Henipolis joked: "Your Majesty, now in the Western Mediterranean, there is no other city-state and race that dares to fight against us, Dionia."

These words made everyone present smile proudly.

Davers also smiled slightly and did not respond.

After everyone sat down, he said seriously: "You made a small mistake just now. We did not completely conquer Sicily. The rebels of Syracuse were still entrenched on Otigia. Of course, they are no longer worthy of our attention. But this war with Carthage is far from over. On the land of Afilica opposite the sea, the wealthy Carthages may be desperately consuming the gold and silver of the treasury, wanting to hire more soldiers, build more warships, and continue the war. So now it is not time to celebrate the victory. We cannot give Carthages any chance to breathe. We must seize the time, land in Afilica, and completely defeat Carthage! Only then can we completely let go and cheer for the victory!"

After hearing Davers' words, the generals' eyes became more eager and their expressions became more excited: Fighting across the sea and conquering Carthage will be a great honor!

Looking at these generals who were eager to fight, Davers looked serious and said in a deep voice: "Since the outbreak of the war, in order to provide our huge army with enough military supplies so that the soldiers can fight with peace of mind without worries, the kingdom has exhausted the national treasury, the finances of various departments have been tightened, and the people have also shrunk their food. Even the food that was collected just after the autumn harvest was almost exhausted...

Now we want to fight across the sea, which is farther away from the kingdom, and we need to consume more material. With the current financial situation of the kingdom, it is impossible to have the ability to support such a large-scale army to travel. Therefore, the number of soldiers sent in the past will not be too many, and I do not plan to go with the army again.

Fortunately, most of the military forces in Carthage have been destroyed by us in Sicily, and it is impossible to organize a powerful army in a short time. We have formed an alliance with the East and West Numibians. At that time, their troops will go to Afriga and fight side by side with our army. Therefore, although we only send some of the troops to fight, we still have a great advantage!"

At this time, in Davers' eyes, the generals had different expressions, but they all revealed a desire to become the commander of the expedition to Carthage!

Davers did not give them more time to prepare for battle or the opportunity to ask for battle. He paused for a moment and immediately issued a decisive order: "Now, I appoint Alexis as commander and lead the First, Second and Third Legions to expedition to Carthage!"

As soon as the order was issued, some generals looked "as expected" and their faces were relieved; some generals were unwilling to give up their objections.

Over the years, Alexis, who has rarely taken the initiative to seek war and is increasingly indifferent to honor, immediately stood up, with a rare excitement on his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... I will work together with the brothers who went on the war to fight together, fight bravely, and conquer Carthage as soon as possible to repay your trust!"

Davers nodded, without saying anything more encouragement, looked at him and said in a deep voice again: "Time is tight, there are only two days to prepare for your legion. Two days later, take a boat to Afilia!"

"Yes, your Majesty!" Alexis, Amintas, Matonis, and Lizaru saluted one after another.

"Olivers!"

"Ah... is here!"

"Sextus!"

"exist!"

"Recently, I received a war report from Tigtinos. The Ninth Legion led by him conquered many Phoenician city-states on Sardinia, but because each captured city-state had to be stationed, he now lacked troops and was not enough to capture the largest city-state on Sardinia, Kalaris, and Kalaris is now gathering the last resistance force on Sardinia, so Tigtinos asked me for help, and I decided to send the Fourth Legion and the Roman Preparatory Brigade to Sardinia!"
Chapter completed!