Dionysius nodded slightly, then rode his horse back to the formation.

"Dionisius, stop for me!" Askamas shouted.

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

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

"What else can you say besides declaring war!" The good-tempered Philicius couldn't help but get angry.

"The timid Dionysius dared not stay for a while, and dared to declare war on us!" Askamas spat in the direction opposite Dionysius.

At this time, Ascesias and Cipoulos had arrived.

Phelis's state of mind was also calmed down. Taking advantage of the precious opportunity of everyone getting together, he looked at the three of them and said solemnly: "Mr. Cypoulos, you must control your army and not pay too much attention to attack, just keep a steady defense. Our Dionys army will guard the right wing with the Trina soldiers."

"I feel relieved to be with the Dionia Legion!" Cyporus smiled.

Phelisius once again gave a final reminder to the general of the commander of Silit: "Mr. Ascecias, please note that the right end of the square formation you lead should try to keep the attack speed consistent with the army of Dionia! And your left wing... please attack boldly with the army of Crotone!"

Ascesias nodded to show his understanding.

Phelisius finally turned his attention to General Crotone who seemed to have prejudice against Dionia, and said sincerely: "Mr. Askamas, the victory of the Southern Italian coalition, the peace of the entire Great Greece depends on your Crotone!"

"Don't worry, sirs! Our warriors in Crotone are ready, just waiting for the trumpet to sound, then launch a charge, and defeat the Syracuse people in one fell swoop!" Askamas was full of courage.

Phelis looked at each general with a bright look with tension and excitement on his face, stretched out his right fist and shouted with hope: "The gods will bless the Great Greece!"

"The gods bless the Great Greece!" The other three responded with sigh, and the four fists collided together vigorously, then they each plucked their horses and returned to their own formation.

There are two gods in the Greek city-states in the Western Mediterranean that are highly respected: one is the sun god Apollo. Apollo is not a powerful main god, but in addition to being in charge of the sun, literature, and art, he also has the bonus of luck. In the era of great colonialism, wooden ships were loaded with colonists to sail to the unknown Western Mediterranean. They all hope to be lucky enough to escape the storm on the sea, successfully reach the land, find a land with abundant water and grass to settle down, and not encounter violent indigenous people. Once they survive and successfully build the city, they will think that this is Apollo's favor; and what is the most important thing after settlement? Of course, it is to reproduce, strengthen the ethnic group, strengthen strength, drive away the surrounding indigenous people, and expand the territory. Therefore, another highly respected god is Hera, the God Queen in charge of marriage, family and childbirth.

Among the city-states participating in the war today, the city-state guardian gods of Syracuse, Crotone, Silit, and Trina were all Apollo. Although the army of each city-state had already divined the sun god before rushing to the battlefield, before the war, the soldiers still prayed to Apollo again for blessings. They just prayed from both sides of the enemy and us. How did Apollo make a choice?

Only the soldiers of the Dionians chanted the hymn to the lead singer of the darkness that was gloomy in the hearts of the Greeks.

Like other comrades, Efialt sang the last paragraph of Hades's ode: "...The great master of the underworld, the fair and selfless judge!

May my name shine in the temple of Heroes when I die bravely

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

The soldiers suddenly felt the fear and their bodies were full of strength.

"Brothers, organize your equipment and wear helmets!" The captain's words came.

Efialte immediately placed a thorn gun and two javelins held in his right hand on the long shield in his left hand, took off the open helmet hanging on his shoulder and put it on, pulled down the leather ears and tied them tightly at the jaw.

When he finished all this, he saw with his own light that the comrades on both sides quickly put on his helmets and resumed his standing guard posture. He felt that this new type of helmet was much more convenient. His eyes could see the surrounding situations and his ears could also hear the words of his comrades. The Corinthian helmets were not good. If you put them on, you would feel that your eyes and ears were immediately deaf and blind. You could only see the enemies in front of you, and you could only hear the sharp and loud sound of the military horns, as if you were alone in the darkness. Only the occasionally shaking figures of your companions next to you and the comrades surging forward power behind him could make him feel real.

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

A saying circulating in the legion: the new helmet cannot protect his face. He scoffed at it: a person reacts the fastest to any attack that stabs the face. If he can't even avoid this, he is not a qualified Dionian Legion soldier!

Looking at the Syracuse soldiers wrapped in bronze armor hundreds of meters opposite him, a trace of pity for them rose in his heart.

The familiar sound of the warlock sounded countless times on the training ground, which sounded loud and majestic, but gave him an excitement that was different from the past.

"Forward!" Amid the shouts of the squad leader, Aifialte held a shield in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, and walked slowly with his comrades with the sound of snare drums.

Between the small square formations, countless soldiers in leather armor rushed out quickly from the passage between the square formations and rushed towards the enemy.

This spectacular scene was like it was during countless training sessions. Aifeard knew that the first person to catch the enemy would be the comrades of these light infantry brigades.

He and his heavy infantry comrades skillfully switched a javelin to their right hand, waiting for the moment of throwing while moving calmly.

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After two days of meditation and careful preparation, with the sound of the attacking horn, the nervous Phelis suddenly relaxed and murmured: "It's finally started..."

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

The battle had just begun. He had to be 100% focused as consul Davers had done on the battlefield in the past, ready to deal with various unexpected situations at any time until the final battle ended and victory came.

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At this moment, Dionysius's attention was not on the battlefield: "Have the reinforcements set out now? Where is the position now?"

"The fleet led by Lord Leptines was loaded with 10,000 soldiers half an hour ago and set sail from the port of Hebernian. Now it may have reached the mouth of the Ramato River... and another army led by Lord Fascepace set out from the city of Hebernian early in the morning, and now it is estimated that it has to cross the Corta River..."

The adjutant made his own judgment based on the information he had obtained from the detective before.

At this moment, a messenger rushed from the rear: "Report! Lord Fasce Pésas brought his army into the camp and sent me to ask the General plead for the next order!"

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

Adjutant Damocles smiled flatteringly: "Because of your plan, the Greeks are completely fooled, and victory is right in front of you! Fasce Pésas also wants to make contributions earlier, otherwise it will be too late and the battle has ended. Victory is your only enjoyment."

Dionysius smiled and ordered again: "Let Fascesas lead the soldiers to rest in the camp for a while and recover their strength. The battle has just begun."

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The two light infantry brigades of the Fourth and Fifth Legions of the Dionia advanced rapidly, but their attempt to directly attack the Syracuse infantry phalanx failed because the Syracuse people also sent a large number of light infantry, so the outpost battle began with the light infantry contest.

For a moment, arrows came and arrows came and javelins intertwined, and people on both sides kept screaming and falling down. The Dionia light infantry was more well trained, while the Syracuse light infantry had richer experience in the battlefield, because the Fourth and Fifth Legions were formed the latest, especially the Fifth Legions had not participated in a real battle, so the two sides fought to the point.

When the large forces were almost a hundred meters apart, the Syracuse light infantry retreated. They had to withdraw from the battlefield early before the heavy infantry collided with each other, otherwise they would be crushed into blood foam under the impact of huge forces.

The Dionian light infantry had not yet retreated. The Dionian Legion became more complex, and the smoother formation made them confident that they would quickly withdraw from the battlefield before the heavy infantry of both sides collided. Therefore, they were not afraid of the approaching Siracuse, a heavy array as thick as a mountain, and quickly shot out two rounds of arrows and javelins.

The arrows flashed with cold light and flew down. Some hit the thick Corinthian helmets and bounced high, making the Syracuse soldiers feel slightly dizzy; some were blocked by round shields, and except for smashing small pits on the smooth copper shield, it would not cause any damage. Only by shooting naked arms and thighs could it lose their combat effectiveness, but there were too few casualties.

But the javelin has a lot of damage. It can not only penetrate the breastplate, but also pierce the round shield, making it difficult for soldiers to defend against the shield.

The screams that sounded in the Syracuse array were like throwing a stone into a river, completely covered by the rumbling footsteps and the friction of armor and weapons, and could not cause any sensation.
Chapter completed!