"They all recognize the strength of the Dionian Legion, but because we are strong, they all hope that we can sit in the middle and connect the two wings, so that they can attack with confidence and boldness." Felixius looked at the two, frankly. Said: "Although I had the same thoughts as you before, but... I am also worried about whether the middle and the other wing composed of the three city-state armies of Trina, Siriting and Crotone who are not affiliated with each other will be able to defeat us face to face. The enemy is not defeated by the enemy before... If they are defeated, the whole situation may become a melee, and the cavalry of Syracuse may have the opportunity to exert their strength... On the contrary, if we guard the middle, we can control our attack and defense. The rhythm of the rhythm, the loopholes in the two wings are found at any time, and reinforcements are made in time..."
"In this way, it will become us competing with the Syracuses for defense and consumption, and the battle will probably last for a long time!"
"It's more durable than defense and fighting. Isn't this what our legion heavy infantry is best at!" Instead, Drakes seemed confident: "Even if the legion is placed in the middle, I believe that our legion can still pierce the enemy's middle!"
"Since you have already made a battle plan at the meeting, why are you still asking for our opinion! Just give us an order and let us execute it!" Epithenis said with resentment.
"That's just a rough plan." Felixus said honestly and emotionally: "I need your experience and wisdom to improve this battle plan and gain more chances for us to win. This is for Dio. Nia!"
Epithenes and Drax looked at each other, then leaned towards Felixus...
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After these two days of effort, the Samone-Shirpinians extended their camp and surrounded the city of Potentia tightly, except to the south, where there was a river Basento. Vironi, the chief of Shilpini, only sent people to build a few simple sentry towers on the other side of the river to observe the movement in the city. When the pontoon bridge had been burned, he was not worried that the Potentians would cross the river and run away. If the Potentians gave up their strong fortresses and chose to flee across the river, it would be what he wished instead.
However, in the river where Veroni fantasized about preventing the escape of the Potentians, there were people swimming in the dark night...
Half an hour later, Waller, the leader in charge of defending the city, came to the mansion of the big leader.
How could Puamot fall asleep peacefully? When he heard Waller coming to see him, he thought there was something big going on in the Potentians outside the city. He immediately met Waller in the living room, and then listened to the excited report from the leader. : "The messenger of Dionia asks!"
"The captain of the Dionysian Mountain Brigade, Printols, pays a visit to the chief of Puamo!" When the wet Plintos saluted Puamot, the big chief asked worriedly: " Lord Davos is in Poseidonia... in Poseidonia... how... how?!"
"This morning, Lord Davos led the First, Second, and Third Corps to annihilate Samone's reinforcements and defenders!" Plintos replied simply.
"It's great! It's great!!" Puamot was so excited that he couldn't help himself, and asked eagerly: "Can Lord Davos lead the army to Potentia tomorrow?"
Printoles didn't answer directly, but took off a small waterproof leather tube from his neck, and pulled out a paper roll from it: "This is the letter that Lord Davos asked me to give to the chief leader."
Puamote hurriedly took it, unfolded it, and then his expression became solemn: "Go and call Paulette!"
Paulette, who stayed in the backyard all day and panicked, learned that the Dionysian army had defeated the Samonaids in Poseidonia, and then saw the secret letter from Davos, his reaction was similar to that of Pua. Unlike Mott, he was already eager to try: "Lord Davos, let us cooperate with your mountain reconnaissance team and disturb the enemy camp tonight to prepare for the arrival of the army tomorrow!"
Instead, Printols looked calm and said with bright eyes: "Before going up the mountain, I specially observed the Samona camp. The rout soldiers that kept escaping in made the camp quite chaotic, and half of my brothers pretended to be rout soldiers. Soldier, get in... Now, I have a better idea!"
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The Shilpinis prepared everything they needed to siege the city, and waited for the troops who had gone to Poseidonia to rescue them to return and eat the fish in Potentia's net.
That night, Veronica fell asleep early and peacefully.
"Father! Father!!..." Gellney suddenly broke into the tent and woke him up.
"What happened?" Veroni opened his sparse eyes and looked at his son standing in front of him in a daze. Then I heard him say in a panic: "Something happened! The reinforcements we sent to Poseidonia were... annihilated by the Dionysians!!"
"What?!!" Veroni's drowsiness was all scared away: "How is this possible?!! We sent more than 20,000 Pentney, Kautini warriors, Torek and Quinn. Ke is a general with great combat experience!... Unless... unless..." He thought of a possibility, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
"Dionia's reinforcements from Turii have already arrived in Poseidonia, but they quietly ambushed..." Gaerney told his father what he had heard from the fleeing warriors.
After listening to his son's words, Veroni felt cold in his hands and feet, and he sat back on the bed again, his mind was a mess.
After a while, he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Have Torek and Quinduk escaped?"
"I heard that the leader of Torrek died in battle, and there is no news from Queduink..." Gellney looked frustrated.
A grief suddenly rose in Veroni's heart, but this was not the time for grief, and he immediately asked again: "How many soldiers did Pentney and Cautini escape back?"
"How can you count in the dark? Anyway, soldiers are constantly fleeing into the camp from several directions..." Gellney finished and asked anxiously, "Father, what should we do now?!"
The bad news came too suddenly, and for a while, Veroni was in a state of confusion, how could he come up with a solution. Just as he lowered his head and pondered, there was a loud noise outside the tent, and the sound was getting louder and louder, and it was especially clear at night.
"The reinforcements we sent to Poseidonia have been defeated!"
"Dionia's reinforcements are here, there are 50,000 to 60,000 people, and we are going to be surrounded!"
"Run away, brothers of Shilpini!"
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"Not good!" Veroni jumped up in shock, and hurried to the outside of the tent: I saw that the camp, which should have been quiet at night, was now boiling, and the soldiers were at a loss, all naked and one after another. Crawled out of the tent and started to follow others screaming in panic, walking around...
Veronica saw people everywhere in the camp... It was the first time that the Samonites organized such a large army, and the first time they fought a war that lasted for such a long time (from the time of assembling the troops), so Veroni He had never experienced such a chaotic scene, and of course he didn't know what a "camp roar" was, but he instinctively felt the danger, and immediately severely criticized Gellney: "When these defeated soldiers return, you should Isolate them to avoid affecting the morale of our soldiers! Now you return to your tribe immediately, maintain the order of your tribe, and let the soldiers stay in the camp and not come out!"
Garney hurried away.
Veronica also urgently called his personal guards, holding torches, to notify the leaders of Lesquick and Lucini, and ordered them to do their best to restrain the troops.
It was only then that Veroni realized that there was no good plan when building the camp before. The distances between the tribes were long, and the tents were too densely set up and disorderly, and the passages between them were narrow and curved. Easily clogged...
He could only stand outside the tent, surrounded by hundreds of personal guards, hoping that the leaders of the tribes would be able to play a role. After waiting for the commotion in the camp to subside a little, he put the personal guards back into the camp. To maintain order, he suspected that there were enemies in the camp taking the opportunity to make trouble.
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At this time, outside the lively camp of Samone, under the hill where the city of Potentia is located, Polet led a thousand warriors quietly lurking...
"Can we attack?" Polert looked at the nearby camp of Samonay, anxious and whispered eagerly to Printols beside him.
The company captain of the mountain reconnaissance brigade, the executor who once snatched Asprostum, was very calm at the moment, and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute."
"Wait! What are you waiting for?!" If it weren't for the fact that the speaker was the Dionysian team officer holding Davers' order, Polert would have already acted.
However, Printols didn't seem to hear the urgency and irritability in Polet's words. He kept looking at the camp ahead intently, and said softly, "Wait for the fire to start."
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Veroni stood in the big tent and saw that in the dark camp, the torches had been lit, and it seemed that the leaders of the tribes had already begun to take action.
But he observed for a while and found that the situation was not well contained.
At night, the strong mountain wind whistling not only did not cover up the noise of the camp, but made him feel cold. When he wanted to go back to the tent and put on the wolf-skin robe, there was a louder noise in the camp: "It's on fire. It's on fire!!…”
fire! Veroni's heart trembled suddenly, he fixed his eyes and looked forward, the front was still dark, but his heart was sinking, and then turned back: there was a fire in the distance directly behind the big tent, where is Sa The place where the Monet people stored their food baggage!
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