Chapter 301: The Two Strongest Encounters

Only the Carthaginian sailors who survived the Carthaginian flagship were not driven into the sea. They were evenly distributed on the decks of various warships. The whip, returning all the insults suffered before to the enemy.

On the flagship, there were only two captives, Admika and the captain of the Carthaginian flagship.

Midorades avenged his captain by having the captive captain's men stab the bosun to death with a spear.

When Midorades turned his attention to Admica, the former commander of the Iberian fleet and a member of the Margonid family looked haggard, but his expression was calm: "Let's do it."

Midorades smiled: "You are the biggest trophy of this naval battle, how could I let you die so easily."

As he said that, he asked his subordinates to take a helmet, let the crew pee in it, and then brought it to Admika, and said coldly: "Either drink the urine inside, or cut off what you pee, choose. "

Admika finally changed her face.

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In this day's naval battle, the new Carthage fleet lost a total of 70 warships and nearly 13,000 sailors; the Dionysian 3rd Fleet lost 56 warships, and 7 warships were damaged to varying degrees. Capture any enemy ship.

After Annobas fled back to the port of Saros, he was busy reorganizing the warships that had fled back, and did not lead the fleet out to meet Admika again. The main reason is that he bears the main responsibility for the failure of this plan. For a time, he didn't know how to face the Iberian admiral who seemed to be his subordinate but was actually his competitor, and simply couldn't see it. Don't worry.

Unexpectedly, at night, news came suddenly: the Dionysians defeated the fleet led by Admika, and even Admika himself was captured.

Annobas was shocked: he had previously been informed that the Dionysian fleet had headed north to Alenia. Unexpectedly, these terrifying Dionians would dare to go back and fight Admika's fleet!

If the last time he could blame the storm for the destruction of the fleet, this time he had to face up to the terrifying fighting power and vigorous fighting spirit of the Dionysian Navy.

In the days that followed, the remaining new fleet of Carthage huddled in the port, allowing the Dionysian fleet to provoke and never fight.

The route from Sardinia to Carthage was cut off again.

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The army led by Davos left Gera and continued to march westward along the coastline, sleeping in Ekonum and Agrigento successively. Both towns were destroyed by the Carthaginians, and Davos kept enough. The time allowed the soldiers to build camp, and the Carthaginian army never showed up.

On the fourth day, the army arrived at Minoa, and the city built on the hill was more severely damaged.

"Your Majesty, it seems that we can only build a camp on the flat land across the river." Tormid suggested.

Davos stood on the hill, overlooking the lowlands to the west. Although the fields had been harvested at this time, the field of vision was still golden.

He asked, "Is this the last time Prosus led his army to defeat the Carthaginians?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Tormid pointed to the north: "It is said that the camp of the commander of the Prosusus Legion was built there."

Davos turned and looked for a while, then turned to look forward, and asked, "How far is Serinus City from here?"

"About a hundred miles," Tormid replied.

Davos pondered for a moment and gave the order: "We will camp on the mountain and inform the engineers to quickly survey the terrain, let the troops speed up their march, and quickly go up the mountain to clean up the city of Minoa..."

"Yes!" Although Thormid slightly disagreed with Davos' caution, he knew that Davos had made up his mind, so he did not raise any contrary opinions.

Just as they were about to turn around and enter the ruined city of Minoa, a team of Dionysian scouts came galloping on the flat ground to the west, crossed the Pletani River, and ran to the foot of the mountain, eagerly reaching for the heights. Shout: "Report! The cavalry of Carthage is coming! There are many, many!"

Some soldiers reported immediately after hearing it, and everyone was shocked when they heard about it.

Davos pondered and said: "It seems that the Carthaginians finally can't bear it anymore."

"Your Majesty, I will inform the troops that have already climbed the mountain to prepare for defense immediately."

Davos nodded, and Thormed turned to leave.

Davos looked around, then pointed to a large section of the city wall in the west of Minoa City that was still standing in front, and said, "Let's go to the city to check the enemy's situation."

The chief of the palace guard, Martius, immediately dissuaded him: "Your Majesty, the city of Minoa is seriously damaged. I am afraid that the city wall is not strong and is prone to danger."

"Send someone to confirm." Davers didn't give up.

Martius had to send a team of guards up the city wall to investigate, and later reported: "That section of the city wall is still relatively strong."

Davos immediately hurried to the city wall, and the others could only follow.

Standing at the head of the city, looking westward, the field of vision is wider.

The Carthaginian cavalry came quickly, and they poured into the flat lowlands like the tide, and their forwards had galloped across the Platani.

"Carthage has so many cavalry, I don't think there are less than 5,000 cavalry!" Henipolis exclaimed next to him.

"Accurately speaking, those should be the alien cavalry recruited from Carthage. The real Carthaginian cavalry probably only accounts for a small part of them." Davos opened his eyes and pointed to the bottom of the mountain, which was shrouded in dust and fog. The Carthaginian cavalry unit, said seriously: "Look, those cavalry with very simple equipment but the largest number of cavalry should be the Numibians, they are good at projecting javelins; there... with leather helmets, The cavalry with the long sword should be the Iberians; as for the Carthaginian cavalry... oh, finally found them, and there they are in shining armor; I heard that Marco also hired some cavalry from Mauritania, but The Mauritanian cavalry and the Numibian cavalry wear similar clothes, so it's hard to tell the difference..." Davers said familiarly.

"It seems that the cavalry of Carthage came together in pieces. Although our cavalry legion is small, it should not lose to them, right?" The Legion's troops are confident.

Davos was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "In terms of cavalry, we are weaker than the Carthaginians."

In the previous battles, several cavalry regiments suffered varying degrees of loss of soldiers, and they were not well replenished afterward. After all, cavalry was different from infantry. It was too expensive to train. But even if Dionia's four cavalry regiments were fully assembled and assembled, Davos did not think that they would be sure to defeat these enemy cavalry under the mountain. If the cavalry wanted to win, they mainly depended on horsemanship, quantity and training. The Dionysian cavalry is naturally stronger than the opponent in training, but in the other two points, Dionysian has no advantage.

After hearing this, Henepolis choked, and after a while he said comfortably: "It's nothing, our Dionysian army mainly relies on the infantry legion, and they are much stronger than Carthage."

At this time, Printoles, who was also watching the enemy, said in a deep voice, "The infantry of Carthage is here too."

Davos didn't speak, and stared at the battlefield intently: I saw a continuous stream of Carthaginian infantry from the west entering the lowland plain from the west, and the originally empty field was being filled by the Carthaginian army...

Davos held the cracked battlements in his hand, and said softly thoughtfully, "It seems that Marco is really ready to fight us here."

Henipolis heard this, blinked his eyes, and asked curiously: "Here? We are on the mountain, they are down the mountain? This is not a good choice. Why don't we wait for us to march to this lowland at the foot of the mountain, they Fight again?"

Davos didn't answer, but looked at Printols.

Plintos understood that this was King Davos's examination school for himself, and thought for a while and said: "If the Carthaginians let us enter the lowlands below, we can send troops to block the coastal road leading to the west, It is also easy to organize a defense, but the Carthaginians are more difficult to attack, and their superior forces cannot be deployed."

"Then why didn't the Carthaginians simply occupy the city of Minoa? Then they would have the advantage of defense, and our army would be in trouble." Facing Printoles, Henepolis's Questions are more direct and bold.

Plintos's answer was also quick: "If that's the case, I think Your Majesty, you won't go to Minoa at all, but go back to Agrigento, or even Gera. In this way, Carthage The base people should be in a hurry, I think the reason why they abandoned these towns on the south coast and retreated to the west is to lure our army to attack west, which will not only facilitate their fighting, but also facilitate their rations..."

Henepolis said suddenly: "The Carthaginians chose this place as a battlefield because he thinks that we and they are acceptable?"

Davos smiled lightly and said, "I heard that Marco is a decisive person with a strong personality, but he is not meticulous and patient. It is rare that he is so thoughtful and takes care of our feelings very carefully!"

"Your Majesty, are we going to fight Carthage here?" Henepolis immediately became excited.

Davos glanced at the awe-inspiring Printols, and said softly, "Unfortunately, I don't plan to act according to Marco's script."

Henipolis said "oh".

At this time, several senior generals such as Amyntas, Matonis, Olivers, Trotiras, etc. hurriedly ran under the city wall, panting and shouting: "Report to Your Majesty, the First Legion has been ordered to arrive! ... The Second Legion is ordered to arrive!... The Fourth Legion is ordered to arrive!... The Sixth Army is ordered to arrive!... The Roman Reserve Brigade is ordered to arrive!..."