After everything was arranged, Fasce Pessas was still a little worried: "Sir, if it will still rain a few days in the next..."

"You can rest assured about this question. I specifically asked several old fishermen who have lived here for decades. They all agreed that it will be sunny from tomorrow. Look at the rain today, it will be much lighter!" Dionysius looked around everyone and said inspiration: "Everyone, you must hurry up and build enough siege equipment as soon as possible! Fascipesas, your task is a bit heavy. In order to prevent the siege tower from being unable to push to the north gate of Crotone due to the muddy ground, you must build at least five solid causeways. Can you do it?!"

"General, you have assigned me enough staff, there is no problem at all!" Fasce Pésas promised.

"Very good!" Dionysius looked at everyone with confidence: "Everyone, in two days, we will attack Crotone again! After this battle, I will celebrate you in the Apollo Temple in Crotone, don't let me down!"

The generals swore in unison: "Apollo is above, we will definitely break through the inner city of Crotone!"

The atmosphere in the tent was warm, and Dionysius was also infected by it. He smiled and said to Master Phoebe who had been silent on the side: "Why did Davers dare to call himself king? Is Sparta punished him?"

You should know that before the Hippo War, Sparta once called "Liberators", and they also claimed to be liberators, because they overthrew one tyrant after another on the islands of the Aegean Sea, such as the descendants of Pisitratu, the Areu Ada family in Thessali, etc., so the Greeks once believed that Sparta was extremely hated by the dictatorship.

Phoebedas glanced at Dionysius and whispered: You only know how to talk about Davers, why don’t you look at yourself first?!

Of course he could not answer like this, but replied coldly: "Isn't it enough to have Syracuse as punishment?"

Dionysius laughed.

At this moment, the tent opened and the attendant hurried in and whispered beside Dionysius.

Dionysius's smile suddenly froze on his face, and his face turned extremely ugly. He roared "Ah!" and suddenly kicked the table beside him, then grabbed the attendant with one hand and shouted angrily: "Where is Leptines! Where is this damn bastard?! Let him come and see me!!"

The attendant was shocked by Dionysius's anger and said in a trembling voice: "Sir... Lord Leptines... was injured and was treated in his tent..."

"Let this coward get over to me immediately! Even if he dies, he will carry his body over to me!" Dionysius roared coldly and roared in a cold tone.

"Yes...yes..." The attendant ran out of the tent in a panic.

There was silence in the tent, and only Dionysius's rapid breathing and pace back and forth were heard.

"Is it because the fleet encountered a setback?" Finally someone asked the question everyone wanted to ask.

Dionysius glared at first sight and found that the person who was speaking was Phoebidas, and only this Spartan man dared to speak when Dionysius was angry.

Dionysius looked at him, turned back to the wooden chair, and breathed heavily: "It's not just a setback, but a great defeat!"

Defeated?! Everyone in the tent was shocked.

"Sir, is it... the Carthaginians who participated in the war?" Fascepace asked carefully.

Everyone felt nervous: With the strength of the Syracuse Navy, only the Carthaginians can be regarded as opponents in the Western Mediterranean. If Carthagin participated in the war, Syracuse in Sicily might be a bit dangerous!

Facing more than a dozen pairs of slightly panicked eyes, Dionysius felt even more breathless: "Don't think too much, Carthage did not participate in the war, it was Diony's fleet... that defeated our navy alone, causing our more than 300 warships... to lose two-thirds, of which the three-layer oar warships lost nearly 200..."

What!!! It was like a storm in the big tent, and everyone could not believe this fact: the Syracuse Navy was defeated so miserably against the Dionian fleet, which was far weaker than it!

You should know that since the last naval battle was defeated by Carthage, after several years of construction and accumulation, Syracuse finally made the number of warships reach 500, including more than 300 three-layer oar warships. This time, when he went to Great Greece, Leptenes left dozens of warships to stay at the port of Syracuse, all of them went out with the team. Then dozens of warships were stationed in Messina to blockade Lijim and control the strait. The rest of the warships were led by Leptenes himself, and all participated in this naval battle. As a result, they were defeated, and they were defeated by Dionia, who had not had a warship a few years ago! This was simply...

"Don't make a noise!" Dionysius, who was already irritated, was even more upset by the dispute between the generals: "What exactly happened in this naval battle? You will know everything when Leptines comes later. Keep quiet for me now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tent returned to silence again. But this time, the uneasy and irritable person became everyone in the tent.

With Dionysius's order, Leptines came very quickly, and he stumbled into the tent, knelt on the ground with a thump, and said in a trembling voice: "Master, I...I am guilty!"

Seeing that his head and arms were wrapped in linen, blood dyed it red, and his appearance was miserable, a hint of unbearableness arose in his heart, and he was immediately overwhelmed by anger: "You are here just right, everyone really wants to know how you killed more than 300 warships!"

His secret voice contained endless hatred, and Leptines couldn't help but tremble several times.

Seeing his cowardly look, Dionysius felt even more angry. He grabbed the iron sheet that had just been picked up by the guards on the table, threw it over, and hit Leptines' forehead. Blood immediately flowed out, but he didn't dare to scream.

"Tell me quickly!" Dionysius pointed at him and roared.

"Yes! Yes!..." Leptines responded repeatedly.

The generals who were angry with him felt a little pitiful at this moment, but Phoebidas looked calm. The Spartans were disobedient since childhood and were beaten by instructors with sticks. If they failed the training and assessment, they would be beaten even if they failed the battle... The Spartans were cruel to their own citizens, to Black Rous, and to the soldiers of allies. This kind of stick violence often made other city-states unwilling to get close to Sparta, and Spartan citizens had long been accustomed to this. So Phoebidas even felt in his heart that such generals who caused huge losses to the city-state should be hung up and beaten to death.

Leptines trembled and briefly told the story of the entire naval battle.

After hearing this, Dionysius's face was calm and he fell into thinking: "You mean... the Dionys installed wooden bridges on the warships, which could hook the nearby warships, and then boarded the ship to fight and won the victory?"

"Yes...yes. Their wooden bridge is very flexible and can turn in all directions, so that our warships cannot attack behind." Leptines hurriedly defended.

"Since you already know that the ship collision tactics do not work, why not retreat in time?!" Dionysius cursed angrily.

Leptines was speechless.

"He wanted to capture the new king of Dionia and end the war." Phoebidas sighed: "So Davers guessed your idea in advance, so he used himself as bait to lure your warships to attack desperately, thus capturing your warships in large quantities, resulting in your crushing defeat... Davers is such an amazing commander!"

Dionysius glared at him, Phoebidas didn't care at all.

Fascesus discovered a problem from Leptenes's narrative and asked anxiously: "General Leptenes, after hearing what you said, the warships captured by the Dionians are not much harm. Wouldn't they be able to use these warships to deal with us soon?!"

Everyone's faces changed.

"Uh...this..." Leptines didn't know how to answer.

"Hmph! If the Dionians want to expand their fleet, they need so many sailors!" Dionysius's words reminded the generals here: That's right, there are hundreds of three-layer oar warships captured by Syracuse. To restore their combat effectiveness, at least 30,000 to 40,000 sailors are needed. Judging from the situation of the Dionian Alliance territory we have learned now, their young and middle-aged people have devoted themselves to the expanded army and navy to deal with many wars. They should not be able to provide such a huge amount of young and middle-aged manpower. Moreover, not everyone can become qualified sailors immediately, which requires long-term cooperation and training. Experienced helmsman is not so easy to get together!

The generals breathed a little relieved.

"Leptenes, your failure has caused great trouble to our army!" Dionysius asked coldly with an expression of inconsistency, "I ask you now, if the Dionysian fleet comes to attack, do you have the confidence to lead the remaining warships to turn defeat into victory?"

The generals immediately turned their attention to Leptines again, which made him feel even more nervous and afraid. He subconsciously touched the bandage wrapped around his head with his hand. He cut the wound under the bandage with his own knife to win a trace of sympathy from his brother.

"Speak quickly!" Dionysius shouted angrily, scaring him quickly, "If... if the fleet of Dionysius could be directed to the deep sea and slowly dealing with them, I...I...I have certain confidence to defeat them. Their warships erected such a large wooden bridge on the foremast, which could easily lead to heavy bows and light tails. Not only...not only are the speed and flexibility, but it is also easier to overturn when encountering strong winds and waves on the sea. But...if it is near the sea--" Leptines looked up at Dionysius carefully, then lowered his head, and said: "Our fleet will probably fail..." In the end, his voice became completely weak.

Dionysius was no longer as angry as he was at the beginning. He calmed down and thought about it. He had to admit that the novel naval tactics of Dionyha had caused great trouble to Syracuse. Anyone who served as the commander of this fleet would suffer a great loss without knowing it.
Chapter completed!