The king of Pontus was understandably anxious for victory, but objectively speaking, if he was in a hurry, he might not be able to achieve his goal all at once.

The Pontus soldiers crowded around the fortress as if they were about to engulf the isolated city. But for a long time, they could not get close to the walls of the city within a hundred paces. The Macedonia had set up traps and ambushes in advance, and Tyranis was not afraid of losses and continued to press the offensive before advancing the troops to the first layer of the wall.

The battle was getting harder and harder, and the Pontus army had to pay a considerable price for each step forward. The sound of swords, guns, and armor clashing from the base of the wall into the city. One of the farthest points of the Pontic siege had broken through two walls and embedded in the city. However, it did not last a day, and by the evening of the next day, the Macedonian defenders concentrated their forces on recapturing. Push the defensive line back beyond the second wall. The two sides fought frantically around this area, and the surrounding urban areas changed hands many times.

Pontus's incessant attacks as a besieger caused them to wear down quickly, and Tyranis could not bear his anger, and even used his elite troops to climb the wall. In order to cooperate with the "Leopard" army, he began to raise troops for the "last attack". So he transferred most of the soldiers in the auxiliary direction (besieging Siwa).

The veteran Poripe Prefecture sniffed out the meaning of this, and he decisively led his troops to take the initiative.

Mahabar was taken aback:

"What? The Siwa defenders came to challenge? ”

"General, to be precise, the enemy swooped down."

"Although we withdrew some of our troops, I don't believe how high these hungry ghosts trapped in their cages can make waves. Prepare your horses and meet the enemy. ”

The Pontus soldiers were fat and fat, and their faces were full of arrogant and lazy expressions of victory. Overall, it even looks a little undressed and evacuated in formation. They entered the atmosphere of victory in advance, forgetting to take into account the soul of the legion and the will of the warriors in this siege.

When the Macedonian warriors rushed to the front to engage in battle, the Egyptian mercenaries saw as if they had returned from hell for revenge.

Or a pack of vicious hungry wolves would be more appropriate. Their faces were emaciated, but their movements were extremely violent, and the frantic shouts of killing indicated that the entire army of the other party had entered a state of excitement like returning to the light. The horses were as thin as a gust of wind that could knock them down, but in fact the sound of the strong horses' hooves was already deafening, and every hoof was firmly fixed on the battlefield. The Macedonian wolf does not want meat, but victory.

In this battle, the state of Polype does not need fancy command skills. He fought only two weights, surprise and morale offensive. The army was divided into two parts, he led the Mediterranean legion, and Patra led the 1st Greek Regiment, and the two forces charged at the same time, like iron pincers, and slashed into Mahabal's army. Eager to prove himself, eager to add glory to his military flag with an explosive victory.

The battle was like a raging storm. The attack was so strong that soon the Egyptian mercenaries were overwhelmed. The Macedonian warriors began to kill without humanity, with every knife and every shot with full ferocity, killing them with one blow. Very few Egyptians survived.

Desperate, Mahabal stopped the fight and fled with several guards. The Egyptian said meaningfully to those around him: "We lost. "He felt that his opponents could not be defeated, they always seemed to be so hungry for victory, always so bloodthirsty and fanatical." We fought for gold, for all sorts of seductive loot; They are different. They are like gods and devils, I don't know why. But one thing is for sure, the spirit of the Macedonian army is indestructible. If this continues, Ben will lose. He wrote a letter to his close friend Akhoris, and hurried into the desert with his guards. The Mahabar mercenaries became rebels.

This timely victory allowed Macedonia to swing its tail in the reversal of the once gloomy defeat in North Africa, and play with momentum and confidence.

Polype Prefecture whipped his horse and marched north. The sick veteran vomited blood at the moment when he had just won. However, he wiped his mouth casually and straightened his hat.

"General, aren't we going back to the city?"

"Abandon Siwa and join the Sith King!"

It was the Sith king who relieved the siege for him, and successfully attracted the main force of Pontus, presumably now encountering a great enemy. The encirclement of the enemy has always been so tight, and if it suddenly relaxes, it must be a bitter battle with the Sith side. Years of experience in warfare have made Polype a resourceful and astute state.

When the scout reported that the king had been besieged, the veteran instinctively made the decision to break the encirclement to the west of the fortress.

The sun is shining over the battlefield, and the scorching heat of noon makes people lazy. But look at the city, the soldiers are fighting each other tirelessly and endlessly. The Pontic people had become numb and bored in the siege.

Suddenly, the enemy in the west of the city was attacked from behind, and the offensive was fierce.

It's the flag of the Macedonian army! The Sith also happened to organize the defense at Simon on this day, and when he saw the enemy's rear in chaos and turned around to deal with it, he personally led the king's royal army to rush out of the city and carry out a flanking attack. Regardless of the city, the soldiers of the enemy and us were still fighting for the city gates. The road was narrow, and it was the Egyptian general Akhoris who carried out the siege on this side. When the brave met on a narrow road, the Sith and Polype cooperated perfectly, and they attacked decisively to defeat the siegers and leave. Immediately afterwards, the two armies merged and moved around the city to the north, taking advantage of the situation to attack. The Pontic army was defeated, retreated one after another, and the siege ended.

When Tyranis returned to the camp, he was left speechless by a flood of inexplicable news.

"The Alexander barracks plotted a mutiny." "How is that possible?"

"Mahabar was defeated and became a rebel." "The 1st and 2nd Greek armies successfully broke through?"

"The main fleet of his navy was completely annihilated in the Mediterranean." "The legendary undefeated fleet has returned?"

"The encirclement was opened from the west, and Akhoris was flanked and lost." "Where's the reinforcements? Polipe State? It's impossible, the reinforcements I drew from the direction of Siwa haven't arrived yet, how could it be that he arrived first? The 1st Greek Army has winged? ”

A series of questions puzzled the Governor of the Army, forcing him to re-examine the situation in front of him. The Pontus military camp was full of complaints, wounded soldiers everywhere, and morale was low. Tyranis had no choice but to postpone plans to conquer the fortress.

The timely and effective insertion of the state of Polype into the siege of the fortress relieved the urgent needs of the Sith troops and successfully delayed the pace of the Pontus people in breaking the city. He placed his troops in the northwest corner of the fortress, and exchanged horns with the Sith. Land and sea supply lines were reopened, and Army Group Eastern Mediterranean once again had a chance to survive.

(End of chapter)