ancient greece mediterranean ruler

Chapter 84 Camp Defense
At this time, the Lucarians had appeared in Davos' sight.

"According to the defense deployment we trained before, act immediately!" Davos immediately issued orders to each company captain.

The captains of each company began to order their men to enter the designated positions in an orderly manner:
"First Heavy Infantry Company, follow me up the wooden wall on the east side of the north gate!"

"Brothers from the Second Heavy Infantry Company, follow me up the wooden wall on the north side of the south gate!"

"Brothers of the Third Heavy Infantry Company, follow me to the playground to assemble! Damn it, hurry up!"

"The archers of the [-]st Light Infantry Company, led by the squad leader, are going to the sentries on the south side!"

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Soon, the soldiers were in their respective positions, leaving only the group of broken soldiers surrounded by the escort.

"How many people are there?" Davos asked anxiously Felicius, who had just gone to comfort him.

"Quite a few! Nearly 400 people, most of them are free people, and most of them have no weapons." Felicius said.

"Mersis!" Davos shouted.

Merses came in a hurry.

"How many javelins do we have left?"

"Six pieces for 520. I asked Turui's smithy to make them in a hurry these two days. All the money we earned in the market was spent on the manufacture of these weapons..." Melsis complained.

Davos was not in the mood to listen to his nagging at the moment, and said to Felicius: "Give them each a javelin, and then assign a few people to each team and let them participate in the defense!"

"Understood!" Felisius walked towards the broken soldiers.

Melses stood still.

Davos understood what he was hesitating about and immediately said: "The javelins have been used up and they have to be taken back, and didn't the Lucarians send us weapons!"

These words immediately made Melses smile. He immediately ordered the slaves to carry weapons to the transport camp. Out of trust in Davos, he did not consider at all: the mercenaries might not be able to repel the enemy, but the camp would Danger of capture.

The mercenaries stood behind the wooden wall without any worries. They looked calmly at the enemies rushing towards the camp like a tide, and they still had time to educate the new recruits.

"Now, do you think it is necessary to build such a complicated camp?" Matonis asked with a smile.

"It's so necessary!" Ktipes said excitedly: "I just hope these indigenous barbarians can taste the power of the traps I dug!"

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The mercenaries relied on the wooden wall and took the time to recover the energy they had consumed before; while they were happily preparing to watch the show.As for Hilos' fifth heavy infantry company, since it had not participated in the battle before, it now wished that the enemy would rush over and fight with them.

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After Picosis's warriors separated from Grumentum's troops, they immediately continued to pursue eastward.

Gnainat ran at the front, and the mercenary camp came into view. He shouted: "Come in! Kill them all!"

The soldiers also roared, and their fatigue seemed to be dispelled in the roar, and they moved forward faster.

"Company Captain, the Lucanians are less than 200 meters away from the camp!" The archer squad leader on the sentry tower shouted to Alps on the ground.

"Remind me again when you get to 100 meters!" Alps replied, turning around and giving the order to the slingers behind him: "Get ready!
Because the walkway behind the wooden wall was too narrow, the slingers could not move, so they had to go under the wall.At this moment, one by one, they silently took out eggs-sized stones from the leather pouches around their waists and put them into the net pocket in the middle of the sling.

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100 meters!

The soldiers on the wooden wall were all staring ahead. After seeing many Lucanians entering this area, they couldn't help but cheer.

Gnainat didn't know what the Greeks in the camp were yelling about, so he subconsciously raised the buckler in his hand.During the pursuit, many soldiers threw away their round shields because they thought they were too heavy and affected their speed, but he kept holding them.

"Greeks, I will silence you for a moment!" He whispered viciously, and suddenly felt a stinging pain in his right foot that he had just stepped out.

"There's a trap!" He was startled and instinctively pulled his foot back, but more severe pain came, making him almost speechless.When he looked down, he saw that a large piece of flesh had been torn off his right calf and was bleeding profusely.He pushed aside the weeds and took a closer look. He saw that an iron thorn about [-] centimeters long, with a sharp front end and a barb was stuck diagonally in the soil. He pulled hard but could not pull it out. After digging through the compacted soil, he saw The lower end of the iron thorn was tightly welded into a piece of wood and buried deep in the soil. No wonder it could tear off the skin and flesh so powerfully.

"Vicious Greeks!..." Gnainat cursed, tore off a piece of linen from his body, wrapped his injured leg, propped himself up with a spear, endured the pain, and shouted: "Be careful, there is iron on the ground. hook!!"

His warning was already too late, and many soldiers fell to the ground, screaming again and again, while the mercenaries on the wooden wall heard the enemy's screams, and cheered loudly: "The meat hook is working! Fall down again!" one!……"

The veterans will proudly tell the recruits that this is the masterpiece of leader Daves, which makes the recruits feel more in awe of Daves.In fact, this was the standard equipment used by the Romans in building camps in previous lives. Davos learned it from the military history forum. This kind of trap does not seem to be very lethal, but in fact, an injury to the foot was enough to kill a person in the cold weapon era. The soldier lost his combat effectiveness.

When the succeeding Lucanian warriors saw this tragic situation, they naturally became much more cautious. They bent down, searched carefully among the grass and rocks, and moved forward carefully to avoid those terrible traps.Unexpectedly, the mercenary's long-range attack came soon after. Although the slingers could not see the enemy, the observation of the archers on the sentry tower and the large number of Pixis warriors meant that the accuracy was not low. They had to avoid flying missiles. The blow from the stone naturally made it impossible to pay attention to the ground under their feet. As a result, the Picosis warriors were either hit by flying stones or stabbed by iron hooks...

After arduously advancing dozens of meters, they encountered an even more terrifying trap - what the mercenaries called "tombstones."It is a pit about [-] meters deep. There are sharpened wooden stakes buried at the bottom. It is covered with floating soil. If you accidentally step on it, under the action of gravity, the sharp wooden stakes will be enough to pierce the soles of your feet...

When Xinsinaga, the leader of Pikosis, arrived, he saw countless soldiers lying on the ground and covering their feet. The sounds of mourning could be heard endlessly. Other soldiers stood a hundred meters away from the enemy camp, with their faces exposed. Looks of fear, shrinking back...

"What's going on?! Why don't you attack?!" Xinsinaga asked angrily while looking at the countless tribesmen who fell on the ground with heartache.

"Father." Gnainat used a spear as a crutch, walked up to him step by step, and said sadly: "The despicable Greeks have made many traps outside the camp, and we...many of our warriors have been injured. , and still can’t get close to their camp.”

"Warriors?! You are worthy of being called warriors!!" Cincinnag's scolding made everyone around him bow their heads in shame.

Seeing that his most cherished son was covered in injuries and looked embarrassed, with his usual heroic expression replaced by fatigue and decadence, Xinsinag felt even more heartbroken, and his tone became softer: "How is your injury?"

"They're all just flesh wounds, they're fine." Gnainat held on and said, "It's just... our tribe has suffered too many casualties... we can't... we can't attack anymore..."

Xinsinag nodded slightly and looked at the mercenary camp not far away. Thinking of the casualties these mercenaries had caused to his soldiers, a wave of hatred came to his heart again: "Let the Bruti come in!"

After the Greek army retreated, the Vig City soldiers did not have the urge for revenge of the Pixis soldiers, so they pursued slowly. They arrived at the same time as Xinsinag. Naturally, they saw the miserable appearance of the Pixis soldiers. But under the low eaves, one had to bow one's head. As the chief leader of Vig City, Cedorum accepted Xinsinag's order and only made a request: borrow the round shield of the Picosis warrior.

Sinsinaga agreed.

The Picosis people bossed around the Vig people, which made them feel resentful. They held their breath and wanted to prove that they were better than the weaklings in the Picosis people. They learned the lesson of the Picosis people and did not go to wasteland. Instead, they only attacked from the not-so-wide flat passage in front of the enemy camp.They held round shields, tightly protected their heads, lined up in long lines, and moved forward cautiously...

(End of this chapter)