The group descended a gentle slope and entered the large river beach, which was much easier to walk than before: the ground was soft, and the road surface was flat, almost as flat as the river. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"You said the people of Turii hate this hot spring swamp, why?" Arcistes is still obsessed with the previous problem.

The guide glanced at him and said, "This swamp has a good temperature all year round because of the hot springs, so there are so many mosquitoes and bites that the people of Turiyi hardly want to come here." ”

Asistes stared at the other side with wide eyes, the mist of the water obscuring his vision, adding to the mystery of the swamp.

Without saying a word, Davers stared at the great river beach, the Tino River, and the thermal swamps on the other side, thinking about something.

After walking for about half a mile, the river beach came to an end. They had to dismount and walk in order to get up the gentle slopes, which were simply not possible to ride because of the slippery mud.

Up the gentle slope, off the big river beach, the next step is completely uphill. There are fewer and fewer farmlands, but there are more and more trees, and they are denser and denser, until there is not a trace of human construction in sight.

By this time, Davers and the others had reached an open spot on the hillside, but the guide refused to go any further: "Beyond the ridge in front of you, is the camp of the Lucalians, it is too dangerous!" ”

Davers and they had to talk so much that the guide agreed to take them into the distance.

Standing at the top of the hill, against the bitter mountain wind, looking ahead: in front of me was a higher hill, which should have been full of verdant scenery, but a large number of trees had been cut down, clearing a large area, and countless tents were scattered on it, and from a distance it was densely packed with Lucalians, who looked as small as ants......

"Wow, that's a lot of people!" Anyway, Acistrius, who had seen thousands of Persian troops, couldn't help but say something.

Davers didn't speak, but looked carefully for a while, pointed to a place in front of him, and asked, "What is that?" ”

The pale guide looked blankly and asked, "Where?" ”

On the right side of the hill, it seems to be ...... From time to time a procession of Lucanians came out of there......" said Davers, pulling the guide over and pointing ahead again.

The guide's eyes widened, and after careful confirmation, he said, "Oh, that's the valley pass, and there's a mountain road that leads to the territory of the Lucanians. ”

"How long is the mountain road?" Davers continued.

"I haven't walked it, I heard that it's more than 40 miles, it doesn't sound too far, but the mountain road is difficult to walk, and it probably takes a day or two to walk. Oh...... By the way, Turii's army was defeated when they were ambushed on this trail......" said the guide with a look of fear.

Davers looked out at the rolling hills behind the hill and was silent.

"Turii should build a fortress here, and the Lucanians won't come in so easily." Ryders said.

"Originally, Turii was camped here, but there were no major events for decades, and the conditions here were poor, so there were not many citizens willing to come and garrison here. I didn't expect the Lucanians to attack suddenly, and the result was ......," the guide said in frustration.

"If the Turii hold here, we won't have anything to do." Davos said lightly: From the fact that this mountain area is almost undeveloped, it can be seen that the Turiyi people are not interested in this place at all, and it is strange that they can defend it. This was a common problem in Greece, a seafaring and mercantile people, who had no interest in the mountains at all.

Under the urging of the guide one after another, the group embarked on the return journey.

Seeing the relaxed expressions of Davers and his party, this domestic slave who was regarded as a confidant by Burkos heard his master say that these people around him were all battle-hardened warriors, so he couldn't help but ask: "Chief Davers, do you think we can defeat these Lucanians?" ”

"You'll have to fight to find out." Davers said lightly.

This time, they descended eastward along the right edge of the Chaubari Plain, which was also a continuous mountain forest, and the cheerful stream accompanied them eastward until it finally merged into a river, and when Davers, who was galloping along the south bank of the river, saw the soldiers cutting down trees on the opposite bank, he remembered that this was the river that Pherisius had mentioned—the guide called it the Subari River.

Seeing that it was getting dusk, Davers dismissed any further expedition north, dismounted and waded across the river, leveling the trunks with the soldiers, and carrying the logs back to the camp.

After supper, after listening to the reports of Phellisius and the officers, and making sure that everything was working well with the mercenaries, and sending them away, Davers calmed down, and sketched the terrain of the day's reconnaissance on the ground with a twig, and after repeated revisions until he was satisfied, he looked at it for a long time, and memorized the combination of patterns and the scene in his mind. Of course, this is only a sketch, and it is necessary to send detectives to further refine it, such as the approximate area of the Sybari Plain, the width and depth of the Klatty River, the area of the large river beach, and so on.

Intelligence work is the first priority in war, and terrain reconnaissance is the top priority in intelligence work! The more than half a year of the campaign has taught Davers a lot, combined with the knowledge of his previous life, he has always believed that famous generals also need "ninety-nine points of sweat and one point of talent" to train, and he has never been a general who can remotely control the troops to win the field, so he has been working tirelessly to practice it......

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The next day, under the guidance of the guide, Davers and his party continued to explore the north. Across the Syubari River, about ten miles from the mountains to the bay, the land in between is more flat, and it is still part of the Sybari plain, where the Turii do not grow wheat, but grow olive groves and vineyards.

Listen to your guide: the wine produced here is famous throughout Greater Greece. This reminded Davers of a previous story about the lavish bathing of the ancient people of Sybari with wine, presumably from the wine here.

But at this time, the vineyards are overgrown with grass and no one to take care of them.

"That's because from time to time there are Lucarians from Amendolara wandering around, and the people are afraid to come and ......," the guide explained.

"Turii should send troops to provide protection for their citizens!" Arcistes said disdainfully.

"After the last defeat, I am afraid that there are not enough troops. Keeping the city of Turiyi was their first priority. Davers said.

"Chief Davers is right!" The guide took advantage of the situation to get out of embarrassment.

"Isn't it said that there are not many Lucanians in the city of Amendorala? We can provide protection for the Turii here, for a small protection fee, of course. Assistes said jokingly.

"Yasi, in the future, you will also lead the army to fight independently. One thing you have to remember is not to distract your forces easily! "Our main task now is to help Turiyi defeat Lucania's army, and leave nothing else to worry about for the time being." As long as the victory is won, Amendolara is not a problem at all! ”

Assies and Ryders listened attentively and nodded incessantly.

The group continued on their way until a river blocked their path.

"This is the Saraceno River, the boundary river between Turiyi and Amendolara." The guide said.

"In this way, it will be Amendola's territory." Davers pointed forward.

"Yes, we could encounter the Lucanians at any time, so let's go back here." The guide looked terrified.

And Davers was obviously interested: "Can this river be crossed?" ”

Before the guide could answer, Assistes, who had long been unable to hold back, had already driven his horse into the river, and the river more than ten meters wide reached the opposite bank in an instant.

"It's thigh-deep." Assistes stood in front of his horse and gestured.

"Rydes, Pherisius has left a hundred soldiers at the logging site as a guard, you go and bring them in, and we will cross the river together to see." Davers immediately gave the order.

"Yes!" Ryders ran back excitedly.

The guide could only wait helplessly at this time.

Ten minutes later, Ryders hurried with more than a hundred heavily armed soldiers.

The soldiers, though out of breath, were equally excited. Seeing them, Davers was even more emboldened: "Let's cross the river!" ”

The guide didn't understand why the gang was so excited, didn't he know that there were terrible Lucanians on the other side of the river? But as a slave, he couldn't stop him, and he could only follow in fear.