"Go away! Go away! Don't obey the orders, military law... military law dealt with!!" Sobercos roared, sweat beads and tears on his face.

The remaining Dionian cavalry finally turned around.

As if he had tried his best, he fell backwards, his right fist still firmly against his chest.

The blue sky, white clouds, and the dazzling sun, the sun shining on her body was so warm... Sobercos actually showed a smile on her face...

"Dionia is victorious..." he murmured. At this moment, what he thought of was not Turiyi, who had born and raised him for decades, but the Dionys League, which had only been established for a few years.

When the enemy's spear stabbed at his chest, he did not dodge, but closed his eyes. In the depths of his heart, he saw the beautiful Paradise of Elysees that was showing him the whole picture...

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In Trina, there are only about 500 civilians in the city now, and no other people have almost become an empty city.

Why does this happen?

Because when Cyporus proposed to "send the most soldiers to participate in the battle" at the civic conference, the citizens questioned him: "If the enemy suddenly attacks Trina during the battle, how can we defend the city with so few soldiers?"

His answer was: "Let the people move to Knapetia temporarily and be asylum of the Dionian League until they win the battle before returning..."

In the end, the reason why the Citizens' Congress passed his seemingly ridiculous proposal was that the camp of Syracuse was on the river bank not far away, and the huge fleet of Syracuse lingered in the bay, like tigers lurking in the grass, stealing the city of Trina at any time, making the citizens frightened day and night, so they all hoped that the victory of this battle would completely disappear.

After obtaining the consent of Acting Chief Executive of Knapetia, more than 40,000 Trina people brought their homes to take refuge.

After Siphorus led 8,500 soldiers to leave, there were only less than 500 civilians left in the city. They closed the city gates and kept nervously monitoring the movements outside the city.

"Look, the fleet of Syracuse!" A soldier pointed to the sea outside the port and shouted nervously.

In the past two days, the Trinas were accustomed to the ships in and out of the Ramato estuary. But this time, not only were there cargo ships, but also warships, and the number was amazing, and it seemed that there were no less than 200 ships.

"There are soldiers on the ship!" When the Syracuse fleet entered the Ramato River, very close to Trina City, the soldiers on the front of the city could clearly see that the fleet entering the estuary was two side by side, one next to the other, and each ship was full of soldiers.

"This... I'm afraid there are no less than ten thousand people!"

"We are just a few people and it is impossible for us to defend this city!"

"Let's just... retreat now. Anyway, Cypoulos said, 'If you can't defend, you can retreat, just like Athens is invading the Persian army, giving up his homeland and returning to rebuild in the future.'"

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The Trina soldiers shouted in panic, but they soon discovered that the huge fleet did not moor on the banks of the river near Trina, but drove straight upstream.

The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, but General Trina, who had been overlooking the two "long dragons" in the Ramato River, looked solemn, and a terrible thought arose in his heart.

"Ride a fast horse to the battlefield immediately! Tell the coalition commander that tens of thousands of Syracuse soldiers were rushing to the battlefield, hoping that they—" Blomatos suddenly thought of something, and he couldn't continue to say anything.

According to previous revelations from the scouts, the coalition forces have begun to fight with the Syracuse people. All the coalition forces should have invested all their troops now. Even if the generals know this news, what can they use to block the enemy's reinforcements?

Looking at the same nervous messenger, Blomatos tried to calm himself down: "Go quickly."

"...Yes!" The messenger turned around and wanted to go to the top of the city.

Blomatus said cautiously again: "After passing the news, you stay near the battlefield. Once the battle has a result, hurry back and tell us immediately!"

"Accelerate! Accelerate again!" Leptines stood behind the flute player who controlled the rhythm of the sailor's paddling and gave the order himself.

Under the fast-paced drum beat, dozens of sailors rowed the wooden oars desperately. This was the fifty-pulp warship located in the forefront. It quickly advanced on the water surface, which naturally drove the forward speed of the fleet at the stern and side. In addition, the breeze in the southeast made the speed of the entire fleet not slow because it was upstream.

Despite the rapid progress of the fleet, Leptinez still looked solemn: As the commander of the naval battle with Carthage a few years ago, he almost lost the trust of his elder brother Dionysius. Therefore, since the war started, he has made a secret decision to avenge his previous shame, and prove his ability to Dionysius, and those Syracuses who laughed at him for being in this position only by blood rather than by ability. Therefore, he must arrive in time for this battle, and he can no longer disappoint his elder brother Dionysius and shame himself!

"There is the confluence of the river in front!" shouted by the loud looking hand, lying on the mast.

Leptinis walked quickly to the bow, and in front of him: a quiet river that was a few dozen meters wide, divided by forks, one to the left and one to the right.

A hint of excitement finally appeared on Leptines's tense face: "Prepare to turn the rudder to the left!"

In fact, he didn't need to order at all. The experienced helmsman was already adjusting the course of the warship.

Seeing the warship turning smoothly into the river on the left and continuing to move forward through the waves, Leptines finally smiled. Based on the map sent by Dionysus yesterday, he knew that on the right side of the river bank four miles ahead was a large section of flat sand, which was the place where the fleet landed.

In order to ensure the smooth landing, there was not even a three-layer oar warship in the fleet he led this time, because the three-layer oar hull was too large and too long, which was not only unfavorable to dock on the beach, but also easily hindered the navigation of other ships.

"Ye Amenas!"

"Sir." The leader of the Campanian mercenary on the ship responded.

"Be prepared, it will be up to you soon!" Leptines said inspiringly.

Most of the landing troops carried by Leptines' fleet were Campanian mercenaries. Compared with the city-state's civilians, these mercenaries who fought year by year have rich experience and can fight alone without relying on dense phalanxes. This is also the reason why Dionysius chose to let them land on and fight. For this battle, Dionysius was exhausted and some details were taken into account.

But Leptinez did not like these mercenaries, especially the Celtics and Numibians. He believed that these indigenous peoples were barbaric, bloody, indiscriminately killed, plundered, and did not obey commands. If it were not for the victory of this war, he would not want to approach them at all.

"Hahaha! Brothers can't wait to kick the big Greeks' ass. This can be said to be the easiest time we fight for Lord Dionysius!" N'Amenas laughed loudly. He was so excited that he wanted to make great contributions and be appreciated by Dionysius. Massias, who is also from Campania and a mercenary, has turned around and turned into a courtier in Dionysius, is his role model.

"You are right, leader. We only need a charge to make the enemy kneel down and surrender!" The mercenaries on the ship were full of confidence.

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Dionysius was indeed thoughtful. But what he did not expect was that before the battle, he repeatedly reminded the Numibian cavalry leader and the Celtic cavalry leader to assist in the right wing war, but these belligerent aliens resurrected again. After defeating the coalition cavalry, they were busy chasing, killing and looting spoils, and had already thrown Dionysius' orders behind them.

The right wing led by Phoebedas kept retreating without support, and the entire right wing line, which was still struggling to support, was almost crushed into a semicircle.

What Dionysius did not expect was that in the middle, the 15,000 elite Syracuse infantry that he had most high hopes for were slowly retreating in the confrontation with the soldiers of the Dionys Legion, which were similar to that of the soldiers. In addition to the stalemate at the beginning for a period of time, the retreat in the middle also affected the left wing.

After receiving the emergency report from the left, middle and right, Dionysius now felt that the entire line was retreating. Yes, the entire array! He no longer had the leisurely mood of winning the war when the war started. He ordered his adjutant Damocles and his servants to stand tightly behind the middle array, shouting loudly to the soldiers, encouraging them to cheer up and push the enemy's attack back.

But the role played by the huge noise created by the roar, scream, and guns and shields is almost negligible, and the middle lane is still slowly retreating.

"What's going on?! Why haven't Fasces' reinforcements arrived yet?!" Dionysius asked loudly in an anxious voice. His irritability also infected the war horse under his crotch, and he kept waving his head and whispering.

"Sir, the messenger has already returned the command just now. The troops led by Fasce Pésas are only one mile away from the right wing." Damocles answered immediately.

"Go!" Dionysius pointed at him: "Guide Fascesas to lead the army directly to accelerate to the right wing and attack the enemy's flank!"

"yes!"

"Where has the fleet of Leptines gone?"

"Have passed the left wing fighting position, sir."

"That's when we're about to land. This guy, Leptines, is moving very quickly this time!" Hearing the news that reinforcements were about to enter the battle, Dionysus felt a little relieved: "Rang the sermon drum and blew the trumpet, so that the soldiers not only had to hold on, but also began to prepare for the attack!"
Chapter completed!