Under his escort, Henipolis took a breath while avoiding the arrows that were shooting, and shouted loudly: "I, Henipolis, the real consul of Rauss, solemnly swear in the name of Hades and Asinu that as long as you help me kill these evil rebels, I will allocate land to you, so that you have the right to participate in politics, take office as a city-state, and have real freedom!"

The soldiers on the city heard it sincerely, land, rights, freedom... these are all things they dreamed of. Most of them said it from Henepolis. Because the rumors spread in the city a few days ago, they knew that this young man was usurped by the officials and leaders who wanted to continue to oppress and exploit them because they wanted to improve their situation.

There was a great commotion among the soldiers on the city wall now, and even the number of soldiers shooting archery at Henipolis was greatly reduced.

Just as they were talking and the morale of the army was floating, the spies arranged by Tratus in the team shouted loudly: "We want land! We want freedom!..."

These shouts resonate with everyone and made the city more chaotic.

Seeing this, Hilos was overjoyed and immediately ordered an attack.

The sound of the war trumpet continued to sound, and the soldiers carried the ladders to advance to the city.

The chaos on the city wall not only did not calm down, but instead expanded. The leaders and team officials rushed to scold the riot soldiers and let them concentrate on defense, otherwise they would be punished. Some soldiers beat these big men who usually make them like pigs and dogs under the instigation of those who are interested.

Among the more than 5,000 soldiers on the city of Laus, except for one-third of the soldiers were guards raised by the leaders of various tribes and officials, most of the rest came from the poor in the tribe and the poor in the port. They were the main force impressed by the words of Henipolis. The city was in chaos and was losing control.

Seeing that the soldiers of the Dionians were already quickly clearing the trap under the moat, Arbomas saw it and was anxious in his heart, but he couldn't think of a good way to change this critical situation.

At this moment, a messenger hurriedly ran to the city: "Mr. Arbomas, it's not good! It's not good! The poor people in the port are in chaos! There are too many people, and most of the troops in the city have been transferred to defend the city. The rest are either defeated or surrendered voluntarily. Now they have occupied the city hall and are attacking your mansion!"

"What?! What did you say?!" Arobumas was hit by lightning, his eyes suddenly turned black, his body shook for a few times, and he fell to the ground.

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Davers led a large army, stepping on the solid foundation on Crimesa, Asprostum Avenue, and soon arrived a mile away from the north bank of the Neto River and began to build a camp.

At this time, he had the First Legion (after the victory of the naval battle, the Dionian fleet entered the port of Crimesa, and the First Legion soldiers on the warship and the captured Syracuse sailors all came ashore. These prisoners would serve as slaves to provide labor for the rebuilding of their homes in the Crimesa people, and then the damaged and captured ships continued northward to return to Turiyi Military Port for quick maintenance), the Second Legion, the Sixth Legion, the Seventh Legion, and the Spear Brigade, a total of more than 40,000 people.

In addition, Phelisius, who had received the news, left 3,000 soldiers to cooperate with more than 1,000 reserve soldiers organized by Agarcia to defend the city of Asprestum. He and Epitensius led the Fourth Legion, and some of the Fifth Legion soldiers, totaling more than 12,000. They also rushed through the avenue to meet with Davers' army.

Hironimus had quelled the rebellion in the Bruti area and was leading the more than 5,000 Bruti reserve soldiers who had been called before on the way to the Croton Plain (this is why Hiros brought only more than 2,000 Bruti soldiers to attack Laus).

Navy Commander Secrean also led 100 crow warships and 40 conventional three-layer oar warships sailed to the sea near Crotone again.

On this day, several troops from Dionia arrived at the north bank of the Neto River one after another, and the number of troops led by Davers was growing rapidly.

Thousands of soldiers were naked, waving shovels and pickaxes, digging trenches, building civil walls, and building camp tents... What a spectacular and lively scene.

The new king of Dionia, Davers, and several legion commanders of Antonios, Amintas, Epitians, Philicius, Olivers, Matonis, and Cappus, were preparing to discuss the next combat plan in the temporary military tent.

At this moment, Dionysius sent the messenger Damocles.

After meeting Davers, Damocles presented a letter written to him by Dionysius.

"To the young consul of Dionia, he has won many battles since he led his army to Great Greece. Trina, Silit, and Crotone have been conquered one after another, and Colenia also expressed his surrender. Lijim hid behind the mountains and trembled with fear, and his destruction was just a wave of my hand. Now, there is only one enemy in front of me. I am praised by the ignorant Great Greeks as the "famous general of all battles". Do you have the courage to fight with me a real, face-to-face battle, no matter who wins or loses, it will end this long war of death and injury. I look forward to your reply! Signature--General Syracuse, Master of Sicily, Dionysius, the conqueror of Great Greece."

After reading the letter written by Dionysius, Davers sneered in his heart: This is the war book given by Dionysius?! This tyrant really regarded himself as a young and energetic child, and wanted to use such a clumsy provocation to make himself accept the battle, hum...

After seeing Damocles, the messenger of Syracuse, he looked calm after seeing Daphis read the letter and immediately said, "Dear Lord Daphis, our plenipotent general has sent you a gift, but he was blocked by the guards."

Davers became a little interested, and he glanced at the captain Martius standing beside him.

Martius understood and immediately walked out of the big tent and soon brought in a entourage of Syracuse, holding a beautifully decorated wooden box in his hand.

"Is this the gift from Dionysius?" Davers asked, looking at the wooden box.

"Yes."

Davers nodded at Martius.

Martius took the wooden box, placed it on the table in front of Davers, and then opened the lid, and there was a head inside.

"Take it out." Davers said calmly, with a general guess in his mind.

Martius carefully took it out and placed it on the table.

Although his head was covered with lime powder and a little rotten, Davers could still tell who he was.

Amintas, who was curiously exploring his head and watching on the left side of Davers, exclaimed: "It's Dracos!"

These words immediately shocked the other legion leaders and rushed to check it out, and there was a little chaos in the tent.

But at this moment, Damocles, the messenger of Syracuse, said: "Mr. Dionysius asked me to bring you messages, this is just the first one!"

Amintas stepped forward angrily, grabbed Damocles and punched him hard.

Damocles fell to the ground on his back, and his nose was bleeding profusely.

"Go back and tell you that shameless and cruel tyrant, he will be the second one! We will cut off his head as a football kick, so that he's better to wash his hair clean, so that it's convenient for us to chop it up!" Amintas pointed at him with his finger and scolded angrily.

The anger of General Dionys was expected by the messenger of Syracuse. The crooked nose bridge did not increase Damocles' fear, but instead made him feel a little happy. He covered his nose with his hands, stood up slowly, and looked straight ahead, looking at him coldly, Davers said in a muffled voice: "Mr. Davers, when are you going to fight? I'll go back and tell General Dionysus that it's best to prepare."

Davers said quietly: "Let him wait."

Damocles was stunned: This response was too vague.

But he had no chance to ask again. Martius drove him and his entourage out of the tent, and the guards blindfolded him and escorted him back to the south bank of the Neto River.

At this moment, in the tent, Davers and the Legion commanders bowed respectfully and deeply respectfully to the head of Drax to express their grief and respect.

There was a broken blood hole on the forehead of Dracos's head on the table, silently narrating the bravery and indomitableness of the deceased, which reminded everyone present of the tragic scene at that time.

"Your Majesty, when will we fight Syracuse?!" Phelicus, who was usually steady, could not suppress his emotions at this moment and asked Davers.

"Your Majesty, the Fourth Legion requires him to be the main force in the battle!" Epitians, who usually jumped away, also asked Davers for battle with a serious expression.

"Epigenis, don't rob me! Our Second Legion was formed by Dracos himself during his lifetime. It is the brothers' strong desire to avenge Dracos. I hope that Your Majesty can meet their requirements and place the Second Legion in the position where the Syracuse people may attack the most violently!" Amintas shouted loudly, looking like no other than me.

"If you want to talk about the legion formed by Dracos, the Fifth Legion is the same. And Dracos is injured and captured and killed in the hands of the enemy in order to cover the retreat of the Fifth Legion's large force! So please give the Fifth Legion a chance to avenge—" Phelisius actually took the initiative to fight.

Seeing the atmosphere of requesting for battle in the tent became more and more intense, Davers interrupted Phelis loudly: "Who said I am going to fight Syracuse now!"

As soon as Davers finished speaking, Antonios, who had been quiet, showed a "very sure" expression, and the silent Capps also flashed.

Although the younger generations among the two legion commanders, Martonis and Olivers, did not rise up to compete before, they were eager to try and were deflated at this moment.
Chapter completed!