The next morning, in the Roman military camp outside the city of Setia, Camillus got up early as before, took the linen dipped in clear water handed over by Nupu, scrubbed his face, and then had a little breakfast.

At this time, his son, Lucius, the cavalry commander of this unit (according to the Roman system, the cavalry commander was the second in command of a unit) also entered the tent as usual and greeted his father.

"Is there anything unusual?" Camillus asked immediately.

"It's still the same as before, and there's no change." Lucius replied casually.

Seeing his son's expression as he was used to, Camillus immediately reminded him carefully: "Don't take it lightly! The Senate has notified us that a few days ago they rejected the Dionians' proposal and continued to carry out this war against the Volseys to the end. Therefore, the Dionians are likely to join this war. We must be vigilant and be prepared at all times, because Dionian reinforcements may appear at any time!"

"The Senate refused to abandon the unreasonable demands of the Dionians. How could the victory and occupied land that Roman citizens exchanged for blood and life were abandoned in vain because of the threats of the Dionians!" Lucius said angrily. He was in his 40s and still retained his full blood and did not inherit the gentle and steady character of his father.

"That being said, this undoubtedly adds a lot of potential difficulties to this war!" Camillus said with a little concern.

Lucius immediately said confidently: "Father, over the past decade, our Roman land has not only expanded greatly, but the number of our citizens has also increased rapidly. At the beginning of this year, the Senate counted the Roman city and the colony-age militias established, which were 400 squadrons. This does not include those Latin allies, let alone the help of the Carthaginians. It would be fine if the Dionians didn't come. If they dared to come, they would know the power of our Roman army!"

Camillus didn't want to have a meaningless argument with his son, so he waved his hand and urged: "You should send cavalry to perform reconnaissance missions."

After Lucius left, Camillus also put on his armor with the help of his servants and began his daily routine - patrolling the military camp. Wherever he went, the soldiers respectfully called his name.

But in fact, "Camillus" is not his real name, but the nickname he used in childhood, which comes from the name of a Roman god in the temple. But when he won many battles on the battlefield, his nickname was spread because many citizens believed that he was as brave and invincible as a possession of a god in battle. He then regarded "Camillus" as his family surname and regarded it as glory (he was the first Romans to use the nickname as a family surname).

He often talked cordially with the soldiers in the camp, just like elders caring about young people. Understanding their mental state, in addition to encouraging them, sometimes helping them solve some small difficulties. Therefore, the soldiers loved him very much, and he himself enjoyed such a military camp atmosphere. To be honest, he was more tired of the complex political environment of the Senate and was afraid of seeing fierce conflicts between civilians and nobles, and he could only relax in the military camp.

As soon as Camillus had inspected the barracks, Frius, the commander of another legion, walked into the tent.

According to the regulations of the Roman Senate: When two or more military officials lead the army, they will take turns to command the army.

Today it was Camillus' turn. Frius could stay in his tent and not care about anything. But out of respect for Camillus and responsibility for the army, he still came to the tent to listen to Camillus' new military deployment as a deputy general.

When Frius saw Camillus walking into the tent with a peaceful expression, he immediately understood in his heart that Camillus' strategy today was still to stick to the camp, but he still asked: "Camillus, are we not attacking Setia today?"

Camillus comforted him and said, "According to the news brought by the messenger, Quintus and their troops will launch a strong attack on Satneycomb City today. If they can be successfully captured, they will be able to meet with us in two or three days, and then work together to attack the Volseys, so don't worry now."

How could Frius not be in a hurry? Roman citizens have always been very eager for military achievements and honors. Frius is even more so, because he urgently needs more military achievements to cleanse up the shame of his previous defeat, but because of his previous defeat and Camillus' tolerance, he became more cautious and respected Camillus more.

"It would be great if the Volseys could go out of the city to fight us! Even if they received reinforcements from the Olonchi and the Sidishinians, they were not inferior to us in number, and they could not defeat the third-line tactics you invented by Camillus. Our soldiers who received the assistance of the Carthaginians were far stronger than the other in weapons and armor. If they could defeat the final power of the Volseys in one fell swoop in the battle, we could completely drive the Volseys to the mountains and occupy this fertile land!" Frius said confidently.

After hearing this, Camillus said seriously: "It's a pity that the Wolseys have become cautious now. They are all hiding in the city to defend. Even Setia has thousands of Wolsey soldiers. We cannot capture it in a short time. Once we have to attack the city with all our strength, we have to worry about the attack of the troops in Polefornum City..."

"I wish we had the crossbows given by the Carthaginians!" Frius sighed regretfully, and suddenly he thought of something and suggested loudly: "Camillus, why not give up the siege of Setia, as you did last time, and go to raid the city of Selshe!"

Camillus was stunned, thought for a while, then shook his head: "After there was a raid like that, the Wolseys might have been prepared. Once we cannot capture Sailshe in a short time, the enemy who came to hear the news will surround us. At that time, we are exhausted and we are extremely tired and we don't have enough time to build a camp, so I'm afraid..."

Camillus looked at Frius and comforted him seriously again: "We have already gained an absolute advantage. There is no need to take risks. Wait patiently for two or three days. Then I will let you lead your army to attack Selshe!"

Frius sent his thighs with his right hand, and then smiled helplessly: "Okay, Camillus, I'll listen to you, we'll wait for Quentus and the others to come, and hope they can come faster!"

After hearing what Camillus said, Frius no longer wanted to stay in the big tent. He stood up and said goodbye. Just as he was about to leave the tent, a man suddenly broke in, staggered and almost fell.

"Luccius!" Frius looked at the team officer half-kneeling on the ground in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Camillus, who had always been calm, showed surprise when he saw his son's miserable appearance.

Lucius stood up with his hands and staggeredly.

Frius hurriedly brought a wooden chair and asked him to sit down.

Lucius nodded and expressed his gratitude, then gasped and said, "Father, I led two hundred-man cavalry...bypassed Polefornum and prepared to continue to go south...to investigate the situation of the Volsi people in Risey in the area around Selshe...Who knew that a group of cavalry in black costumes suddenly appeared from the south, and they...they immediately launched an attack on us-"

When Lucius said this, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes: "They have good riding skills, more people than us, and they are good at throwing javelins on horseback. Our cavalry will be quickly disbanded... If it weren't for the cavalry around him... to cover me, I'm afraid I wouldn't have seen you..."

After Lucius finished speaking, his mind was filled with a thrilling scene of being chased by the enemy and being whizzing past his side from time to time. He kept recalling the screams of his cavalry under his ears... His face, which was not much blood, became even paler.

The black cavalry?!Frius's heart moved and looked at Camillus with a little nervousness.

Camillos also looked solemn at this moment. He said in a deep voice in uncertainty: "It seems that the Dionians are here?!"

Lucius had run away all the way before, and had no time to think about it, and then he was surprised to hear what his father said: "Is it a Dionian?!"

"I don't remember that there were cavalry in black outfits in the forces around this, and there were so many as you said. I heard from the Carthaginians that the army of Dionys, both infantry and cavalry, were dressed in uniform black." Camillus looked at his son and said in a deep voice: "So they could only be the Dionys you threatened to defeat."

Lucius lowered his head in shame.

"How much has our cavalry lost?" Camillus asked again.

"Because... because it was a scattered retreat, some cavalrymen have not returned yet and cannot count casualties for the time being..." Lucius whispered.

Seeing Camillus' expression unwilling, Frius hurriedly said worriedly: "I'm afraid the cavalry of the legion I led was also attacked by the Dionian cavalry!"

With Frius' reminder, Camillus was no longer in the mood to criticize Lucius.

The Roman army led by Camillus and others had ten cavalry squadrons. Every morning, two military officials sent most of the cavalry out, some of which were to reconnaissance the enemy situation, and some cooperated with infantry to collect food in nearby areas. Because the cavalry of the Volsi was not strong and had been defeated in a row before, Camillus was not worried about the safety of the cavalry that had been distributed, but now he became nervous and immediately issued an order: "Lucios, immediately send the scout cavalry and rushed to the north, and urgently notify the infantry squadrons and cavalry squadrons that were collecting food in Volsi village to return to the barracks immediately! And remind them to be careful of the attacks of the Dionian cavalry on their way back!"
Chapter completed!