"Not much was collected. The Ostians had few grain reserves, and no grains were found in the port warehouses. However, the rations carried by the soldiers were enough for two days to use. By then, the fleet of grain transporters should have arrived."

"It seems that the food should be concentrated in Rome, after all, they have to supply the Roman army to attack Helniki." Davers said in contemplation.

"But we collected nearly 200 pack trucks and a lot of pack beasts, as well as some forage in the city. We also found a lot of wood stored in the warehouse. Engineers are using them to make siege equipment..." Thormid continued.

"This is good news." Davers's face was not filled with joy. When talking about tomorrow's war, he looked particularly solemn: "If you want to urge them to speed up the siege equipment. If they make one more siege car, we will have more confidence in victory!"

"Your Majesty, the more than 500 highly skilled engineers and carpenters you brought from Turiyi, plus the engineering battalions of various legions, a total of thousands of people, and soldiers as support. They can completely create enough siege equipment to meet the needs of tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Thormid said immediately with relief.

"I hope so." Davers slightly turned his head, speeded up and walked into Ostia's town hall.

"Your Majesty!" Olivers, Giogris, Tenotiras, and Midolades, and Izam had already been waiting in the conference room.

"Your legion has been resettled, right?" Davers asked casually.

"Your Majesty, everything has been arranged. They are eagerly waiting for the battle tomorrow and the day after tomorrow!" Olivers said first.

"I think you can't help but want to fight." After entering the conference hall, the expression on Davers's face turned into ease, and his teasing made everyone laugh.

Amid laughter, Davers walked to the upper head, and Crotokatax stood quietly behind him. His eyes swept over Olivers, Giorgris, Trotiras, and Izam, who had followed him through life and death since the Persian period and made countless contributions, and he was inexplicably calmed down.

He glanced at the simple Roman map drawn by the Military Affairs Department based on intelligence on the wooden table in the center of the room, and then said loudly: "Before we discuss tomorrow's combat plan, let a former Roman citizen introduce the current situation in the city of Rome in detail. If you have any questions, you can ask him directly."

"This is so good!" Olivers said happily.

Valquez was called into the conference room with a confused look on his face. He felt very nervous when he looked at the generals of the Dionians wearing bright armor and the gorgeous crowns around him, and King Davers directly in front of him.

But as he answered one more and more detailed question about Rome, the tension in his heart gradually changed into shock: Could it be that the Dionians want to attack Rome directly?!!

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Late at night, Crotokatax woke up by urine. After he was in a daze, he was about to go to bed again, but the candlelight from the next room made him feel moved.

He gently pushed open the empty door and saw Davers sitting at the wooden table, staring at the map of Rome with concentration, thinking about something. A corner of the map drooped down, and he could vaguely see some dense marks added to Valquez's narrative.

From the beginning of my memory, Crotokatax often saw his father diligently handling government affairs in the study late at night. This time, he followed the war, and his father used this habit to the military. Everyone said that his father was a wise king and a great commander. They all thought it was a gift from Hades, but they didn't know the hardships and efforts his father had put in for many years!... Crotokatax looked at his father's extremely tall back with admiration, and quietly brought the door with him.

Davers had no idea that his son had peeped outside the door, and his mind was immersed in this map. The strings of numbers on the map turned into countless lively soldiers in his eyes. The battle would only start tomorrow, but at this moment, thousands of troops had already begun fighting in his mind...

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Corus, Portitus's confidant slave, immediately took two slaves and rode out of the city after receiving the order.

They were lucky. Apuleus had just conveyed the order from the Senate to the city guard commander Milucius. Milucius had not had time to convey this order to the guards of the city gates, so that Corus and his group could leave the city smoothly.

Then the three of them accelerated to the southeast. When they passed Prenist, it was already at night. The continuous galloping not only made the horses gasp, but the three of them were also fucked and their butts were slightly painful, and the inner side of their thighs were also bleeding.

"Korus, we can't move forward. It's already dark and there's no moon tonight. If we walk in the valley ahead, the terrain will become more and more uneven. We can't even see the road clearly. If we accidentally fall off our horse, it's too dangerous!" A slave dissuaded Koruus from moving forward.

Another young slave shouted: "We can light the torches-"

"Idiot!" Before he could finish speaking, the slave who started talking interrupted him: "There are not only beasts wandering here at night, but also natives. We who light torches will easily be discovered by them in the dark and become the targets of their attacks!"

After hearing his words, Kolius hesitated. After all, the slave was a Vistini located east of the Equi, familiar with the terrain here. This is why Kolius brought him with him. He looked at the dark front, pondered for a moment, and said reluctantly: "There should be a Roman military camp not far ahead. We will rest there when we get there."

The three of them grabbed the reins of the horse, controlled the horse, and continued to walk forward slowly for a while, and then they heard a shrill wolf cry, and then a pair of green eyes appeared around them.

"Quick! Run back!..." The slave shouted nervously.

Corus reacted quickly and quickly turned his horse's head. Only the young slave wanted to say something else, but the horse under his crotch neighed in panic, raised his front hooves, and threw him off the horse, caught off guard...

While the wild wolf was rushing to eat the slave and horse, Kolius and his two rode their horses, running all the way and hid in the city of Prinist.

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When I woke up in the morning, the first thing Midolades did was to ask the guards: "What's the weather today?"

"General, the weather is very good, there is no rain, and there is a light wind, it is a southeast wind!"

Midolades was so happy that he almost jumped up: "The old sailors at the port made a right judgment. There was indeed an east wind today! Tell the adjutant and let him pass the orders. The crew members were allowed to prepare within half an hour, and then gather at the port and take a warship to Rome!"

"Yes, General!" The guard turned around and wanted to inform the adjutant.

"Wait a minute! Well... and the laborers and slaves in the port, don't forget to inform them to prepare for relocation as soon as possible!"

The Dionian fleet has never had any experience in pulling people since its establishment. After all, Turiyi is close to the sea estuary, and the river channel in the lower reaches of Crati is straight and wide, with slow water flow. It is not too difficult to go up against the current, and the same is true for the lower reaches of the Neto River. However, according to information, Rome is more than 50 miles away from the mouth of the Tiber River. The river channel is tortuous and the water flow is fast and slow. It is necessary to go up against the current from Ostia Port to Rome. The ship only needs to pull the vehicle, so generally, merchant ships go to Ostia Port to unload the goods and then transport it to Rome by land.

For this reason, there was a flat and wide road between Rome and Ostia, and now the army of Dionia was walking on this road. Compared with the fleet, they set off much earlier.

Davers left three brigades of Turiyi reserve soldiers stationed in the city of Ostia (this unit was originally used to replenish troops when the first and second legions suffered losses), and led the Fourth Legion, the Fifth Legion, the Sixth Legion, the Mountain Reconnaissance Brigade, the Engineering Battalion, the Medical Battalion, and the Pack Team carrying siege equipment... Relying on this plain area, the entire army was arranged in a dozen columns, marching eastward along the south bank of the Tiber River.

King Davers walked in the middle of the team, surrounded by the 250 cavalry palace guards, more than 20 military staff officers, commanders, troopers, and even bands.

At this moment, the staff officer Thormeed was reporting to him: "Your Majesty, Amintas sent a scout to report. They have led their troops and will wait for us in Rome first."

"Amintas is very motivated and wants to arrive in Rome before us!" Davers smiled and looked around: "Are we going to lose to him?"

"We will definitely arrive in Rome first!" Crotokatacs shouted in unison with the young people in the staff office. Although the palace guards did not speak, their eyes were bright.

"Okay!" Davers said loudly: "Let the band play the "March of the Battlefield" and let the soldiers speed up the marching!"

The high-pitched and exciting melody sounded in the team, which made the soldiers feel energetic and dispelled their still confused sleepiness. Who knew who it was, first sang the Hades yell, and soon the song rang throughout the team. The soldiers stood in front of the morning light, covered with dew, stepped on the soft land, and made great strides.

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Chapter completed!