The Lucarians had retreated.
Amid the cheers of the soldiers, Felicius came to the main tent of the military camp to meet the Devers. However, he saw that the Devers were engrossed in drawing something on the ground with a wooden stick. Sometimes, they raised their heads in contemplation, and sometimes, they paced back and forth anxiously. They were completely unaware of the movements outside.
Felicius called out a few times, but seeing no response, he simply stood at the side and watched quietly. He craned his head to see what the Devers were drawing. The pattern on the ground was crude and messy. He could barely make out that it was a topographic map of the surroundings of Turií. The Krati River and its tributary, the Coceni River. The square at the confluence of the two rivers should represent the city of Turií … What did this thin line refer to? It was connected to the Coceni River. Could it be the Tino River? And what did these dots and circles beside the Tino River represent? …
Just as he was deep in thought, he heard the Devers shout in a strange and strange language. He quickly raised his head and saw that the Devers were extremely agitated, their faces flushed.
Could it be that he was talking to Pluto just now? Felicius recalled some rumors, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Felicius, you've come at the right time. Immediately inform all the captains and squad leaders to come to my tent for a meeting!" the Devers suddenly said. Their unquestionable and unyielding tone shocked Felicius.
After Felicius left, the Devers took another deep look at the pattern on the ground. Once again, he used a firm tone to repeat what he had just said, "Success or failure, it all depends on this battle! I'm betting!! "
He stretched out his leg and forcefully wiped the pattern off the ground. Resolutely, he sat on the wooden chair in the middle of the tent. While waiting for his nervous and agitated emotions to calm down, he was also waiting for the arrival of his subordinates.
… …
When this camp was being built, the Devers had taken into account the needs of the battle and expanded the tent. Even so, with dozens of team officers standing in the tent, the space was still very tight. But no one cared about this. If the battle failed, where would the mercenaries go? Previously, because they had to fight, they did not have the time to think about it. Now, every team officer was feeling uneasy, so they all looked at Devers, hoping that this leader, who had led them out of trouble time and time again and constantly created miracles, could point them in the right direction.
"Brothers." The Devers spoke. "We have lost. The Lucarians may have retreated, but they would come again tomorrow. The Lucarians had long wanted to occupy the fertile Xubari Plain. For this reason, they launched two major battles against the Turís and paid a huge price to defeat the Turís. Finally, they managed to inflict heavy losses on the Turís and forced them to hole up in their cities. They would never give up on the Xubari Plain! So, what should we do? "
Devers looked around at the crowd with a solemn expression, but he didn't want them to argue about anything at this time. Because time was tight, he continued, "Although I haven't said it publicly, I'm afraid you all already know, because you all have been working hard for it. That's right, Amendola is my target! This is the place I have chosen for our mercenaries in Greece! This is our future home!! "
Most of the team officers looked calm, and only a few of them looked surprised.
"However, if the Lucanians occupy the Xubari Plain, even if we take Amendola, we will become their main target! Because we have too few people, and we are the weakest, and we have a grudge against them! Even if we defeat them again like today, as long as they are here, they will always be a huge threat to us! What should we do? "the Devers asked for the second time.
"Of course, we have to defeat them!" someone shouted in the silence. It was Matonis's voice.
"That's right! The Lucanians are actually not as strong as the Turís say. As long as we can disperse them, we can defeat them! "Amyntas also said loudly.
Even when facing an enemy ten times their size, these two brave officers could still fearlessly charge forward.
However, Capus, Alexis, Felicius, and the others obviously did not agree with them and were about to refute.
The Devers laughed and said, "Well said, we have to attack the Lucanians, but not to attack them when they are dispersed, but to annihilate them in one fell swoop! That's the only way we can settle down in Amendola with peace of mind. That's the only way we can deter Tuliyi and the other forces from obstructing us. That's the only way we can freely sow wheat and graze cattle and sheep! "
Annihilate the Lucanians?! Everyone was stunned.
"Chief, we only have two thousand people. Even if we surround them, we can't do it. How are we going to annihilate the Lucanians who have ten thousand people?" Felicius's words echoed the doubts of all the officers.
"It's not just us, there are reinforcements from Tarantum and Dracos's mercenaries."
"Even if we include them, we only have six thousand people. The Lucanians have fifteen to sixteen thousand people, more than twice our number! "Capus shook his head and said.
"Are the reinforcements from Tarantum and those mercenaries willing to attack the Lucanians?" Antonios asked a key question.
"They don't know yet, but I'm confident that we can convince them soon!" The Devers looked at everyone confidently. Seeing that they were still full of doubts, he said loudly, "Brothers, do you remember what I said before? 'The victory of a war is not decided by numbers. It depends on the quality of the soldiers, the level of morale, and the quality of their weapons … The most important thing is to come up with a feasible and meticulous plan. Let us lead the enemy by the nose, suppress the enemy's strengths, and play to our strengths. Only then can we achieve the final victory!"
Everyone was deep in thought.
Amyntas urged impatiently, "Chief Devers, quickly tell us your plan!"
"Asistes, go get the Turís' map," the Devers shouted.
The Asistes immediately brought over the map that had been carefully drawn on parchment after repeated surveys a few days ago.
The Devers spread the map on the wooden table, and everyone immediately gathered around.
"Everyone, please take a look … This is the Lucanians' camp, and this is the Tino River …" The Devers pointed at the points and lines on the map and slowly explained the attack plan that they had been brewing in detail.
Everyone listened carefully and pondered at the same time.
When the Devers finished, there was silence in the tent.
Then, they began to whisper in twos and threes.
The Devers waited quietly for a while and said, "Brothers, is this plan feasible?"
"Chief." Alexis praised sincerely, "I've never seen such a wonderful idea. It's a genius plan!"
"Alexis is right. If we execute this plan, not only will the enemy's advantage in numbers be suppressed, but it will also make it easier for us to use the power of our attacks!"
"Chief, as expected of our chief, the great commander, the Blessed of Hades!"
…
For a moment, there was a tide of flattery.
The Devers said solemnly, "Now is not the time to say nice things. This is a crucial moment that concerns our survival! Tell us what you think. We need to gather everyone's wisdom to overcome the difficulties and obtain victory! "
Everyone looked at each other. Alexis coughed a few times, and her expression became serious. She was the first to speak, "Chief, according to your plan, the first thing we need to solve is the problem of how to lure the enemy …"
…
After an intense discussion, the battle plan was finally roughly established, and the atmosphere in the tent became lively.
The Devers said loudly, "Brothers, the battle is about to begin! Go back and tell the soldiers, tell them the truth that we have been hiding! This battle isn't for Tuliyi, nor is it for us, the team's officers. It's for themselves, for the land that all of us have been dreaming of! Hades will protect us! "
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