"I will be like that in the future!" Secrean shouted confidently, full of longing for the future: "Unlock the cables and let's go to the estuary!"

Lucias was also looking at the patrol captain in front of him, and then asked, "Are you citizens of Amendorala?"

The captain glanced at him and said, "No, we are citizens of the Tua Alliance!"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Lucias asked politely: "I would like to ask how the Crotone soldiers captured by you are now?"

"I can't tell you where they are being held, because this is a military secret!" The captain said seriously: "But I can tell you that they are in good condition now, and even Lord Davers asked the hospital to treat the injured soldiers, but if your negotiations fail, their situation may not be so good. I heard that the Turiyi senators in the Senate strongly recommend sending them to mining!"

Lucias was shocked: Letting the prisoners dig will definitely be alive without death! He remembered that after the Athenian army failed to attack Syracuse, Sicily, about five or six thousand people were captured and finally sent to dig a quarry. After a few years, almost all of them died! This made him feel a little nervous.

After a while, the soldier rode back and whispered in the captain's ear: "Go the farthest road."

The captain immediately understood and said to the Crotone Envoy: "The Senate agreed to meet with you, let's go."

The group passed through the ruined port and entered the city area. The Crotone Envoys could not believe their eyes: Compared with the extremely deserted port just now, there were people everywhere, noisy, both men, women, and young and old. Some were cleaning up ashes and carrying stones and rubble; some had begun to clean the clean land and start re-stuffing the land and laying piles according to the instructions of the craftsmen; more people built wooden frames, built stones and built bricks by the city walls; some were making mortar, transporting bricks and wood, and pushing them to eat water... The entire Turiyi main city has become a large construction site, where people sweat and rebuilt their homes with enthusiasm. They are so focused that almost no one raised their heads to take a look when the Crotone Envoys passed by.

Although thousands of people were working at the same time, noisy but disorderly, they were organized in an orderly manner. Lucias noticed that some people with red ribbons tied to their heads played a major role in it. They directed and coordinated the operation of the construction site, and the real host was a thin old man who kept patrolling around. He stopped to compare the drawings when he found the problem, and then talked to the people who surrounded him. Soon someone rushed over to correct it...

"Who is he?" someone in the Crotone delegation asked curiously.

"Heraclyde, a disciple of the former Greek architect Hippodomas." The captain replied.

Heraclyde originally built the warehouse and hotel of Amendora, and continued to direct the construction of the avenue from Amendora to Turiyi. However, after hearing that the Senate was preparing to rebuild Turiyi, he volunteered to design and preside over the reconstruction of Turiyi.

Davers readily agreed and put forward some of his requirements for the construction of the city of New Turi.

Heraclyde has complex emotions for this city that records the glory of Heraclyde and has lived for twenty years. He is too familiar with it, and can walk around the city smoothly with his eyes closed, and can count the heights of the terrain and the curves of the river bank... He pours all his emotions into his pen and completes the design drawings of the new Tuliyi City without a break.

Davers praised him after seeing this. After that, Heraclyde spent every day on the construction site, and was extremely energetic and meticulously supervising the operation of the reconstruction work. His enthusiasm for work also infected the people who were already rebuilding their homes for themselves, and the reconstruction progress was being accelerated.

Crotone's messengers certainly would not know how respected the thin old man was in Turi, and of course they could not remember who Hippodalmos was. They responded politely and turned their attention to other places.

Lucias asked seemingly unintentionally: "There are probably more than 40,000 people working here, right? There shouldn't be so many people in Turiyi. Could it be that the Amendoralans are among them?"

"We Amendorala people do have some, but more are free people and slaves." The captain looked at Lucias, as if he knew what he was thinking, and said without hiding it: "You must be wondering why these free people and slaves work so hard? Not only because they may become residents of the city in the future, but also because the consul Davers passed a temporary decree in the Senate, 'Allowing widowed women in Turiyi intermarry with free people, but the woman must voluntarily.'"

"What?!" Lycius was shocked.

"Crotone, you should know that Turiyi is not the citizens who were massacred after you Crotone this time. More than 10,000 citizens died in the war with Lucania. The city of Turiyi was almost all widows. I heard that Turiyi was planning to issue a decree that "allows citizens to marry multiple wives", which shows how shortage of men are in the city of Turiyi." The captain showed a faint smile: "Now, these free people are busy rebuilding their homes.

Turiyi women earned their performance in front of them, gained their favor, and naturally worked hard. You must know that once you were successfully attracted by Turiyi women, you can not only marry a wife, but also become a Turiyi citizen immediately and get a house. Although you cannot divide the land, as long as you join the army and fight in the future, these are not a problem. Speaking of which, these guys are really lucky. There are so many well-educated and beautiful Turiyi women who can choose, thinking about our time in Amendorala--"

"Captain, don't complain. Your wife is a famous beauty in Amendorala, and she is a Persian beauty. Don't you know how much other citizens envy you!" a soldier couldn't help but say.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!..." The captain smiled shamelessly: "That's of course! That's of course! My wife is the most beautiful woman in Amendorala except the wife of the consul! She is beautiful and well-educated! I am complaining about you, but I didn't catch up with the good time!"

"My Lukari woman is pretty good! Not only is she enthusiastic, she is tall and big here..." A soldier patted his chest and said intoxicatedly: "Greek women are simply not comparable!"

...

A team of soldiers began to argue about whose woman was beautiful, and the more she spoke, the more vulgar it became. Lucias was no longer interested in listening.

These decrees issued by the Tua Alliance are completely rebellious for the orthodox Greek nobles like Lucias. In Crotone, a city-state that has been built for hundreds of years and has been extremely stable in clans and clans. But he had to admit that for the Tuli people who lost their homes and lost a large number of strong citizens, it was a good way to quickly boost the strength of the city-state. It was just that Tuli, who could quickly restore their strength and prosper again, and Tuli, who was a life-and-death enemy with Crotone, was definitely not what Lucias wanted to see!

When Lucias thought of this, he followed the team out of the city worriedly. On the way to the camp, he saw more than a dozen soldiers training: they seemed to be playing a game, each side had about fifty people (actually a team). They used long wooden sticks wrapped in coarse cloth at the end of their heads as spears, and crude wooden boards used as round shields. Both sides charged and poked like real battles. It was not until one side was forced to retreat behind the white line drawn with lime powder that the game ended. The soldiers who lost had to squat down behind their hands and jump around the field (jumping to frogs) as punishment.

The scene was quite hot and intense. You can tell at a glance that this kind of game was simulated by actual combat. Lucias saw with his own eyes that several soldiers were stabbed and went out to receive bandage treatment directly, but the soldiers' enthusiasm did not diminish at all. They kept applauding and cheering, and scrambling to come on the field. The soldiers' blood and desire to fight can be seen.

Someone in the messenger group asked curiously: "Do you usually train like this?"

The patrol captain chuckled and said, "We practice every five days, and each training session has many training programs from early morning to evening. This is just one of the training programs that are not very intense."

The Crotones of the Messenger Regiment looked at each other. It was obvious that the military training intensity of the Tua Alliance was significantly higher than that of the Crotone militia who spent most of their time in the arena.

Lycias did not completely believe the captain's words, but it can also be seen from it that Amendorara's troops were a strictly trained and long-standing force. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to defeat Crotone's troops so easily, although it was just a sneak attack.

Entering the camp and coming to the central tent, the patrol captain went in to report that Lycius and his group were waiting outside the tent.

At this time, a person came out of the big tent. Lycius took a look and felt very familiar. He couldn't remember who it was.

The man did not expect to meet Lucias at this time. He was stunned immediately, then returned to calm, smiled at Lucias, and immediately turned around and left.

Lucias stared at his back, trying hard to think about who he was.

"Sir, please come in!" The patrol captain's voice came from behind.

Lucias calmed down, opened the tent, and walked in.

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The patrol captain led the soldiers out of the camp, and his serious expressions suddenly turned into smiles: "Brothers, how did I perform just now?"

"Captain Olivers, you acted so well! Very serious and serious, completely different from usual!" a soldier praised.

"I think it's a little bit short. There is a joke about being a woman in the middle. It's too much of your identity!" Another soldier raised his own objection.

"What?!" Olivers said dissatisfiedly, "Shenotimas, you are very unscrupulous in performing your mission today and must accept punishment!"

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