Davers placed the Allied and Legion reserves on the right flank, the First Army in the center, and the Second Army without physical exertion on the left flank, also wanting to use the strongest force to break through from the outside and finally achieve the goal of encircling the enemy.

After having the bottom of his mind, Davers said to Ryders: "The cavalry brigade has worked hard! Let the brothers withdraw to the rear and have a good rest! ”

When Ryders heard this, he hurriedly said: "Lord Davers, there are five or six hundred cavalry on the enemy's right flank, and we will retreat to the rear, who will deal with them?" ”

"They have their own people to deal with, and your cavalry must deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at a critical time! Until then, get your men back to strength! Davers explained unmoved.

Ryders reluctantly stepped back.

Davers immediately asked Tormide to summon Epitenis and Tspit, and said with a serious expression: "When the enemy attacks, I want you to lead the light infantry and the free people to carry out a long-range attack on the enemy's right flank. At the same time, it was necessary to repel the attacks of enemy cavalry and light infantry. It's a difficult task, can you do it? ”

"When we were in Persia, we fought many times with Persian cavalry and archers and defeated them many times. Will the Bruti cavalry be stronger than the Persian cavalry! Epitenis said confidently.

"Hades will bless us!" Zpitt chanted reverently.

Davers looked at the two of them with firm eyes and gave them a solemn and powerful military salute: "I wait for the news of your victory!" ”

Sending the two away, Davers's battle deployment has been fully implemented, just waiting for the attack of the Brutis.

At this time, Rodom, the nephew of Martius and Bachilippi, came to him and asked him: "My lord, the Bissinian chiefs Brim and Creru insist on seeing you!" ”

Davers looked back at the two Bissinian chiefs who had been stopped by the guards shouting, and immediately dismounted and strode over.

"Archon of Dionia, we Bisinians strongly demand to go to the front to meet the enemy, and not hide behind like a coward, this is a humiliation to our warriors!" Brim exclaimed emotionally.

Humiliate? After listening to Adpigis's translation, Davers glanced suspiciously at Tolmid, the herald who followed him.

"I've patiently spoken to Leader Brim many times," Tormid hastened to explain, "but he doesn't seem willing to accept the idea of being a reserve......"

After hearing this, Davers's expression immediately became serious, and he said in a cold voice: "Since the Bissinian warrior is already a Diorian, you must know that the Dionian soldier must unconditionally obey the orders of his superiors in battle, if you can't do it, then please lead the troops away!" Let our true Ionian soldiers enjoy the glory of victory alone! That's it! After saying that, he threw another sentence to Adapigis: "Translate as it is!" Then he turned and left.

Tolmid followed, turning back from time to time, only to see Brim and Crerous departing in a huff.

"My lord, aren't you afraid that the Bissinians will leave in anger when you say this?" Tolmid said with some concern.

Davers smiled: "The more you explain to some stubborn people, the more he asks for more, it is better to cut off his thoughts from the beginning!" Besides, even if the Bissinians leave, it will not affect our victory! ”

Tormide was suspicious and secretly sent a herald to observe the movements of the Bissinian team, only to find that after Brim returned, he obediently led the team to wait in the rear, without making trouble or screaming, and couldn't help but be secretly ashamed: he had dealt with many mercenary leaders for more than ten years, and his understanding of human nature was not as good as that of a 20-year-old young man, and it was really only a "divine favorite" who could explain it.

It was almost afternoon at the end of the Brutis due to the harassment of the Dionian cavalry, and Pianlun was a little anxious to see that the warriors were no longer as excited as they had been at the beginning. He knew his people all too well, the Brutis, a race that lived between the two great powers of the Greeks and the Lucanians, warriors who lived freely in the mountains and plateaus, brave but cowardly, passionate but inferior, and the key was to inspire them.

So he led the guards out on horseback to the front of the center of the array, and the guards attracted the attention of thousands of soldiers with their neat shouts, and he shouted: "Brutians, my dear compatriots! For hundreds of years, we have lived freely on this beautiful plateau, Amara has nurtured us with her sweet **, and Brutus has given us peace. And now our peace is shattered! Our land is invaded! Who is taking over our town! Slaughter our people! ”

"The !! of the Dionians"

"Damn the Greeks!!"

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The fighters began to respond angrily.

"Are we going to allow these wicked aliens to take over our land, destroy our temples, humiliate our women, turn our children into slaves, lose their freedom, and live like cattle and sheep!!" Pianren asked aloud with the guards.

"No!" The angry response of the warriors in front of him gradually spread throughout the array.

"No !!" Twenty thousand Buruti warriors shouted in unison.

"Defeat the Dionians, give us back!" Pianren raised his spear aloft.

"Kill them!"

"Kill them !!"

Thousands of fighters shouted hysterically.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! ...... "They kept pestling the ground with their spears, and their fighting spirit rose sharply.

Pianlun was also affected by this, and his blood boiled, and in the face of the warriors who could no longer hold it down, he pointed his spear forward and said loudly: "Attack!" ”

The trumpeter behind him blew the horn, and then the horn sounded all over the army at the same time.

"Uh!! ...... "The Battle of Punat, which decided the belongings of the Buruti region, began.

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Hearing a thunderous roar on the other side, Tolmid couldn't help but ask, "Master Davers, the Bruti are boosting morale, should you also ......?"

"In boxing, it's not just whoever has the loudest voice wins, it's often the calm fighter who wins. What's more, what the soldiers need now is to block the enemy's attack first, and needless yelling will not only consume their little physical strength, but also make them lose their defensive positions due to excessive excitement. Davers said as he stared ahead.

Tolmid nodded convincingly.

"The Brutis have attacked, blow the trumpet of the defense!" Davers heard the trumpets from the opposite side and began to give orders, while at the same time leading the personal guards quickly through the gap in the small phalanx and came to the rear of the array.

A dozen crooked brass trumpets blew out a low order, and the soldiers who were sitting and resting immediately picked up their guns and shields, stood up, and moved their somewhat numb hands and feet, and their teammates leaned closer to each other, arranging the somewhat loose arrays more closely to meet the coming battle.

The small phalanx at the front of the formation began to quickly connect with each other, and the center and left flank of the Dionian legion were soon connected with the right flank of the coalition forces.

Epitenis and Tspitt led 4,000 light infantry and freedmen from the outside of the left flank to the front of the left flank. They had their own division of labor: after leading more than 2,500 men forward for 50 meters, Zpite stopped, and the slingers, archers, and a few javelinmen lined up in turn; Epitenis, on the other hand, with nearly a thousand light shieldmen and javelinmen, continued to walk to the outside of the left flank, and as he walked, it became an elongated column, almost out of the battlefield.

At the sound of the trumpet, the long front of the Brutis that stretched for nearly eight miles did not leave any reserve troops, and slowly moved forward in unison.

The Bruti evenly dispersed their light infantry at the forefront of the formation, and the archers made up the vast majority of the light infantry, and the Bruti mountains were densely forested, and there were many wild beasts, so they were rich in archers. The light infantry was followed by the infantry, mostly shield spearmen armed with leather shields and spears. On the far right flank there were 600 unarmored cavalry, although the Brutis occupied the entire plateau, they used this valuable land mainly for grazing cattle and sheep to feed a large population, although they also raised some horses, but mainly pack horses, there were not many people who really owned war horses, mainly concentrated in the tribal nobility, 600 horsemen were almost the largest number that the Brutis could gather.

As soon as the Brutis descended the grassy slope, the right flank was baptized by the flying stones of the Dionian slingers, and the infantry continued to march slowly with leather shields, still far from the array of the Dionians, and they could not charge prematurely. But the Bruti light infantry had already begun to gallop, and it was their duty to clear the way for the main force to fight.

The Bruti cavalry on the far right flank had already begun to accelerate. At the beginning of the battle, according to tradition, it was always the cavalry on both flanks who fought first, because they were the fastest. And the previous attack of the Dionian cavalry can be said to have given them a slap in the face, and now they are going to fight back.

The cavalry shook the reins of their horses and clamped their bellies repeatedly, so that the speed of the horses had been raised, and the feeling of galloping at extreme speed made their blood boil, and they clearly saw that the enemy's cavalry was on the outside and rear of the light infantry 300 meters away.

Scattering the light infantry in front of you, and then attacking these unmoving enemy cavalry, the odds of victory are quite high. The leader of the cavalry who was charging at the forefront was thinking in his heart, and he caught a glimpse of a few dozen meters away on the right, and at some point a lot of figures appeared, and they quickly ran towards the cavalry.

The leader immediately felt uneasy, and before he could react, countless javelins flew a distance of 30 meters and landed in the galloping cavalry.

In an instant, the man called the horse neighing. In a fast run, whether it is a man or a horse, once it is shot and rolls to the ground, it is not only difficult to survive, but also affects the surrounding cavalry.

Epitenis knew the cavalry too well, and instead of confronting the cavalry from the front, he pretended to leave the battlefield, but was actually preparing to strike the cavalry from the outside.