The abundant force gave Marco enough confidence, and he would not care about a few casualties, and his words also cheered up the generals.

Marco then said to his adjutant, "You should immediately send someone to inform Ademika in the southern camp and ask him to organize 10,000 soldiers, and then rush to the eastern camp to serve as our backup." ”

"Yes, sir!"

Margo looked around at the crowd and said in a stiff Celtic voice, "Rutam, you and your people are the vanguards. ”

The Celtic leader Rutam Urn, who was obviously different from others in appearance and attire, replied angrily: "Oh! ”

Rutam is a Lusitanian people, a fierce and belligerent race living widely in northwestern Iberia, who once caused great trouble for Margo's expansion in the Iberian Peninsula and even threatened his rule in southern Iberia, with whom Margo was forced to conclude a peace agreement. This time he impressed several large tribes of the race with their lucrative interests, so that they formed an army of about 8,000 men and followed Marco in his conquest of Sicily. Rutam was only one of the tribal leaders, and since the melee in the dark night relied more on personal force, it was in their favor.

About ten minutes later, the troops of the Chinese army battalion left the south gate of the camp one after another, and marched along the earthen wall towards the eastern camp, which was in chaos.

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When evening came, Leotizides went up to the east of the city, and looked intently at the camp of Carthage, until the camp on the opposite side was loud and noisy, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and then immediately ordered the 10,000 heavy infantry, consisting of the Eighth Legion and the reserve soldiers, who had been waiting in the city, to rush out of the city and continue to attack the enemy camp that had begun to fall into chaos.

At the same time, Leotizides, who was careful in his work, did not forget, and while the enemy's attention was attracted by the night attack, he sent soldiers of the mountain reconnaissance team, climbed over the earthen wall, and lurked in front of the camps in Carthage, reporting what he saw in time, so that he could fully understand the enemy's response in detail.

Therefore, even though he was not thrilled to learn that the raiding forces had merged and completely shattered the enemy's resistance, leaving the camp in complete chaos. On the contrary, he was disturbed to learn that most of the Carthaginian camps in other regions had gathered their soldiers and did not rush to the rescue, but were stationed at the borders of their respective camps.

Sure enough, the raiding force tried to drive the rout to overwhelm the neighboring camp, and the chaos continued to grow, but progress was somewhat slow.

At this time, urgent news came: the central camp of Carthage had sent troops, and they were rushing along the earthen wall to the east.

Leotizides immediately realized that the Carthaginians wanted to cut off the return route of the night raiders, encircling and annihilating them.

The Dionian soldier who participated in the night attack was the main force under Leotizides, and she stood at the head of the city, keeping an eye on the progress of the battle, just to prevent such a thing from happening.

"Woo! Woo! Woo! ......" The trumpeters who had been standing at the head of the city for a long time immediately sounded the clarion call to retreat.

Before setting off, the assault soldiers, who had been repeatedly told by the commander, heard the trumpet, reminded each other, and stopped the pursuit of the routers one after another......

Before retreating, they did one last thing to burn the camp.

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Margo led the rescue force before they arrived, and the news that "the Dionians actually retreated back to the city" really surprised him, in his opinion, after the success of the Dionians' night attack, they would definitely take advantage of the victory to pursue the rout and expand the results, which gave him time to surround them, but the Dionians' calmness and decisiveness frustrated his plan, and the hurried reinforcements had to become a firefighting team.

As the vanguard, Lusitaria was unwilling to chase after him, but he was attacked by the defenders of the city who had been prepared for a long time, and after paying some casualties, he had to retreat.

In this night attack, the Dioonians suffered only more than 400 casualties, but caused nearly 4,000 casualties in the Carthaginian army, half of which were caused by the Carthaginian soldiers pushing and trampling each other as they fled in the night. At the same time, 1/3 of the eastern barracks were burned to the ground, and the Carthaginian army suffered heavy losses.

Margo had not been able to sleep since he returned to the Great Horde, haunted by this defeat, frightened by the tenacity of the Dionians' will to fight and the versatility of their tactics, and made him realize that the sheer force had paralyzed him and dulled his reaction to the outcome of the battle.

After learning the hard way, he used this as an excuse the next day to forcefully dismiss most of the Carthaginian generals, and let the senior officers who had been with him on the Iberian Peninsula for many years take over the Carthaginian army, and began to reorganize and train them.

At the same time, he suspended the construction of the earthen wall and stepped up the repair of the rudimentary camp.

Of course, the Carthaginians had lost a lot of supplies from last night's fire, and Margo sent a messenger to inform the lord of Lilip, Imisore, to deliver a shipment to the camp.

There was no shortage of supplies in the city for the time being, but there was a shortage of manpower, so the port had to be temporarily called upon.

As the caravan was about to reach the Carthaginian camp, an accident occurred: a laborer from the harbor broke away from the convoy under the pretext of being sick to his stomach and tried to escape from the carapace, but was spotted by the patrolling cavalry, who jumped off a cliff and fell into the sea under their pursuit.

For the Carthaginians, this was a trivial matter, and no one spoke of it again after the convoy arrived at the camp.

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In the past two days, Mirtias's uneasy mood had improved somewhat, for the Sicilian fleet had won a great victory with minor casualties during the night raid the night before, and he believed that the War Ministry would be less dissatisfied with him after receiving this good news.

After breakfast, he prepared to go to the docks, and commanded the fleet to sail out of the harbor for a cruise in the western waters of Sicily.

Although the Carthaginian army landed in Sicily, in order to support such a huge army, it was not enough to rely on the help of the Carthaginian allies in western Sicily, and more materials also needed to be continuously transported by the African continent across the sea, which required the Sicilian fleet to cut off the route between Carthage and Sicily, and the Carthaginian army would fall into the dilemma of insufficient supplies after a long time, so now Miltias did not dare to slack off.

But before he could get out of the house, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and the guards rushed in: "General, good news! Lord Sekrian...... Still alive! He...... He's back! ”

Miltias was shocked in his heart, looked at the guard's excited appearance, and subconsciously asked, "Who do you say is alive?!" ”

"Mirtias, Hades bless, of course I'm still alive!" With this familiar voice, a familiar figure appeared at the door.

"Ah...... Lord Sekrian! Miltias hurriedly gave a military salute.

At this time, Seklian looked emaciated and tired, and his body was tightly wrapped in a red coat, and he said eagerly: "Hurry up and get me something to eat, I'm dying of hunger." ”

"Go tell the kitchen to reheat the porridge, bake the bread again, fry a few more fish...... "Miltias hastened to the guards.

"What's hot, just bring the bread and porridge, and I'll fill my stomach first." Secrean said impatiently, then turned back to the captains who had accompanied him here and said, "Brothers, you hurry back to carry out your mission, you will be punished for delay, and I will have a good chat with you when I am rested." ”

A large group of sailors gathered outside the door obeyed the words of Seklian's persuasion, reluctantly left the mansion and returned to the docks, and the news of "Sekrian returned alive" quickly spread throughout the fleet, and everyone in the crew was excited, because they thought that the dead Admiral and Hero had returned, which was a miracle!

As Sekrian gobbled up his breakfast, Myrtias choked on everything he wanted to say until Sekrian burped, then stopped eating, his hands on the wooden table, and stared blankly at the clay pot of wheat porridge. After a moment, he said in a low tone, "On the way here, my brothers told me...... Flarios was killed in battle, and the entire Sicilian fleet was almost completely destroyed by the storm, drowning many brothers......"

Miltias watched Secrean's whole body slowly lean forward, as if the whole person was about to collapse on the wooden table, he just wanted to speak, when he suddenly heard a "pop" sound, Secrean's right hand slammed on the wooden table, almost shaking the crockpot on the table, but he straightened his waist again: "However, we still have dozens of warships saved, but the Carthaginian fleet was completely annihilated, and we also took the opportunity to occupy Selinus, so that naval battle was won by my Sicilian fleet!" ”

Confidently squinting back on Secrean's face, of course, Miltias would not argue with him about the right or wrong decisive battle with the Carthaginian fleet on a stormy day, but took the opportunity to raise the doubts in his heart: "My lord, we have been looking for you for a while, but we have not found you, where have you been?" ”

"I'm in Lili." Sekrian said lightly.

"You...... You were captured by the Carthaginians?! Myrtias was taken aback: why had the Carthaginians, who had come to exchange captives before, never mentioned it?!

"Of course not." Sekrian painfully recalled: "...... After that storm, I woke up to find myself lying on the beach, surrounded by a drowning unconscious crew...... I wanted to wake them up, but I saw the Carthaginians rush to the beach, and I didn't want to be captured by them, so I swam back into the sea......

But I was tired and hungry, and I didn't swim long before I was exhausted, and it happened that several slow-moving Carthaginian ships were searching nearby for shipwrecked survivors...... In desperation, I dived into the water, took advantage of the darkness of the night, and took advantage of the Carthaginians' inattention, and grabbed the side of a large ship that was about to return, and was brought into the port of Lilipa.

The chaos in the port of Lilibal was due to storms and shipwrecks, which allowed me to quietly ascend to the docks, and later, with the help of my fellow Greeks in the port, I was able to temporarily lurk in Lilibal...... I later recalled that the beach where I was lying at that time might have been between Mazara and Lilibal......

As the Lilian were afraid of being attacked by our army, the city was heavily guarded, and it was difficult for me to go out. If it weren't for the need for us to transport baggage after the Carthaginian army landed this time, I'm afraid I would still be waiting for an opportunity in the city of Lilibal, but"