On the beaches of the Nile Delta, Pontus and the Macedonian army meet. This was the first time that military personnel from both sides met in the North African theater of operations.

Parmanuel's plan was decided, and he immediately carried it out, and went straight to Siwa with the First Army. There is no entanglement with the Pontus army here.

The Nile Army in Pontus was surprised when they spotted the enemy. Did the Macedonian army move so fast? Isn't it a contest with the Carthaginians? The general did not move, did not pursue, and asked his men to guard the Nile defense line, and at the same time sent a signal corps to report the situation.

Parmanuel led his troops into Libyan territory, fast-tracked all the way south, leading the way to Siwa. The Second Greek Legion, which had arrived by land, arrived at its destination a few days earlier.

The Numidians seemed to be calm and unfazed. Usually in this case, either the other party is confident and has the chance to win; Either that, it doesn't matter, because there's no chance of winning.

According to Parmanuel, the situation of opponents is the latter. Because this is the only city left for the enemy. Numidia returned to Pontus, but it became a shield for Pontus, a meat shield. The Pontians would neither give them more land nor send reinforcements to help them.

Masgwa and his younger brother Mikpilus, as the leaders of the Numidian faction, may have led their people to fight for the defense of their homeland for the last time. They want their walls to be strong enough and then make the most of the ranged attacks of the defensive turrets and foot archers to repel the siegers.

Parmanuel decisively launched a siege battle.

Six tall stone catapults fired stone projectiles at the same time, and three or four rounds of attacks opened three entrances to the city walls. Then there was another barrage of indiscriminate bombardment, knocking out all the towers in front of him.

"Ignition!"

The flames arced through the arc and fell into the city.

"Ah~"

Screaming, the Numidian archers who were ready to attack were hit by artillery.

"Quick, move to the city."

The panicked crowd began to stir, and the artillery continued to fire non-stop.

Four squadrons of Macedonian archers were deployed. The catapult targets around the central square of the city.

The infantry archers inflicted a second wound on the defenders, and the Numidian archers passively counterattacked, but could not resist the enemy, and were massively wiped out in a heavy rain of arrows.

In this way, the carefully prepared defenses of the Numidians were completely destroyed.

The catapults continued to attack, knocking down the walls of the houses. In one of them, the guards in the middle of Masgwa, a dozen elite riders were crushed under the ruins of the wall stone, and suffered heavy losses.

The Macedonian phalanx appeared more energetic under the blue sky and white clouds, and the rectangular formations were lined up with guns. The soldiers, whose faces were evenly tanned and healthy, with slightly excited expressions, waited for the siege. Perhaps the young warriors among them can't wait, and they're eager to take the plunge and show their skills in battle.

The cavalry were much more leisurely, more like watching the battle, enjoying. After all, the siege is the business of the infantry, but they cannot completely relax, and if necessary, they must rush to support the infantry at any time.

Macedonian firepower and arrows were projected with all their might, destroying the defense capabilities of the Numidian defenders, and more than half of them suffered casualties.

When the phalanx approached the wall, the catapults and archers stopped firing. The enemy thought that he had run out of ammunition here, and they all came out to meet the enemy.

At this time, the infantry archers who set up the array and formed a shooting angle suddenly fired a volley. The defenders suffered heavy losses again, including many retreating hoplites, who were also shot in the back and fell off their horses.

In the first batch, three Macedonian phalanxes rushed into the city. Masgerva and his brother Mikpilus returned with the mutilated heavy cavalry of the Guards and fought to the death. Now for them, it doesn't matter if they win or lose. As long as you can kill enemies, you can do as much as you want. The strength of the Numitian heavy cavalry was mediocre and could only be fought by will.

They scattered the first phalanx, for the spearmen were in a hurry, and the phalanx was not yet secured. Although the Numidian cavalry killed 200 spearmen, they had little left.

The first phalanx infantry survived, and more than forty people fled from the city.

But it doesn't matter, they have a second line of defense behind them. Two neat phalanxes charged straight at the heavy cavalry with spears raised, and Masgwa and Mikpilus could not advance any further. Both of them and the rest of the guards were spear-pierced and dismounted, and Numidia lost its king and commander.

The second group of siege echelons entered the city.

The lightly armed Numidian soldiers and the improvised militia could not compete with the excellent soldiers of the 1st Greek Legion, which was good at fighting tough battles. The Macedonian siege echelon used all excellent phalanxes. Under the casualties of bow strikes and the chaos caused by fire attacks, the combat effectiveness was much weakened.

The ensuing fierce fighting in the city essentially turned into a one-sided massacre. The North African fortress built by Masgwa was breached in an instant, and the city's defenders were bloodied.

Macedonia occupies the Libyan fortress, Siwa. In eastern North Africa, there was a solid stronghold from which to continue the offensive into the Nile region.

The defeat of Siwa meant the complete destruction of the Numidian faction, a vassal state of Pontus. They lost the last city.

This action of Parmaneux not only won the forward stronghold, but also eliminated the allies of the enemy country, which was of great political significance. Now the legions of the Eastern Mediterranean are all rushing here to converge.

The Sith, the honorary king of Spain and North Africa in Carthage, felt bad when he heard the news from the front. Because the imperial brother had already informed him that the Nile army in Pontus was very strong, and asked him to organize more troops. Now that Army Group Eastern Mediterranean is converging in an isolated town in the interior, isn't that a chance to give the opponent a chance to catch them all?

"I can't hold my brother back, he handed over the southern theater of operations to me, and transferred the entire Eastern Mediterranean Army Group to me. It's a trust in me, an imperial honor.

I can only report the victory to Rome! ”

The Sith began to think about how he could win more with less, raise more troops in a short period of time, and win the North African theater.

He had to walk on the front lines. As a commander in the theater of operations, he must share weal and woe with the soldiers. Only in this way can each of them be encouraged to exert their maximum combat effectiveness.

If every soldier has the courage to be ten, then these fighters are enough.

Eastern Theater of Operations

Brick's tent in the Chinese military camp has been very busy in recent days.

Two weeks ago

"General, the troops assembled from Ajani have boarded the ship."

"Good, get this part of the pikefoot. Our siege will be over. ”

A week ago

"Report~, General.

A large number of Parthian troops appeared on the Armenian border, and the enemy blocked all inland access to the Caspian Sea. ”

"Oh? Are the Parthians really going to be ruthless this time and want to exterminate us? ”

Three days ago

"General, a massive Parthian legion is besieging Artashat!

Armenia is in a hurry! ”

"What?"

"The Parthian general Maroas Sophany claimed to have led an attack of 100,000 troops......

(End of chapter)