Old Sword Master

“Changing camp is dangerous.” Wood knows that Morty is in urgent need of intelligence, and he really doesn’t like to change camp temporarily. “We will not be trusted.”

“Okay, then we” Little Bazin said halfway through, and they found that their environment had changed.

They were outside a military camp, with a valley on one side and the sea on the other. There was only a small flat land, which happened to have built a small military camp.

Wood where they are located is on a hillside, and you can roughly see the entire military camp.

Although Wood had never seen a large military camp, he quickly estimated that it was a camp of 10000 people with his excellent observation and calculation skills.

Although this barracks is not big, it is tightly arranged and tightly arranged. It completely controls the access to the valley and the sea. The officers and soldiers have a good mental outlook. They are overall serious, but the soldiers have vivid and natural expressions. Wood feels that even if there are 50000 trainings. The enemy of the element is also difficult to break through here.

And they are so close, Wood and they can even hear the soldiers talking clearly.

The barracks are full of soldiers who speak ancient Greek. Although most of the Seleucid Empire’s territory is in West Asia, the nobility and citizens are basically Greeks.

Their language is not much different from the Greek that Wood speaks in the world. Wood can communicate directly, and both Bazin and Morty can speak a few Greeks.

“Hey, a few distinguished friends from the Alliance of Aetolia, I heard that you have brought the latest super weapons. The emperor will meet you in person.” A middle-aged officer wearing a domed helmet and iron leather armor Came over under the escort of a group of soldiers, “Don’t be nervous, the emperor is very easy-going.”

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The Seleucids then opened the camp door, and a dozen soldiers together moved the rotating crossbow brought by Bazin and Morty from the Spanish warship into the center of the barracks.

In front of a luxurious large tent, there were 50 extremely powerful guards, all of them holding a lance over 3 meters, wearing a silver white helmet and iron armor, and holding a large shield of the same color.

Little Bazin remembered the bedtime story his mother told when he was a child. This is the silver shield soldier who followed Alexander the Great to destroy the Persian Empire.

Surrounded by these silver shield soldiers, a valiant man in his 40s was welcoming Wood and his party with open arms. His voice was loud and solemn: “Welcome you, my fellow Greeks.”

His language is very elegant, his manners are noble, and he is full of the confidence of a winner and the politeness of a wise man.

“Welcome to Your Majesty, the liberator of all Greek city-states, the defender of great civilization, and the chaser of the Latin Barbarian Race.” Wood’s Greek was nodded with a smile on his face.

“Ah, it’s nice to go back to my hometown. It turns out that there is such a beautiful Greek language in the world.” Antioch III sincerely praised Wood, although this youngster is not very cute and has a very good temperament (yin yīn) Bird of prey.

The capital of the Seleucid Empire was in West Asia on the east coast of the Mediterranean, and its territory was also in Asia, but the monarchs and nobles were descendants of Alexander the Great’s successors, so Antiochus III would call Greece his hometown.

“Although most of my compatriots are intimidated by the Latin Barbarian Race and dare not resist their tyranny, there are compatriots like the Aetolian City-State Alliance who understand my heart.” Antioch III shouted to himself The soldiers shouted, “My compatriots, my comrades-in-arms, have you seen that, we are here as liberators, defenders, and discipliners who are respected and welcomed. We are in the guard home, defend the country, Fight for our fellow Greeks.”

“Greece! Freedom! Greece! Freedom!” Wood raised his arms and shouted.

His behavior shocked little Bazin and Morty. You Wood-Lombard, you know that it is the Barbarian Race, a Germanic tribe that is more savage than the Latin Barbarian Race. You collude with a group of descendants of the Latin Barbarian Race to bully the Cretan natives. The bad guy, pretending to be a civilized person, this kind of behavior is really to have no shame.

Of course, the so-called Greeks on Crete in the future, in fact, most of them bear the Roman name they now call the Latin Barbarian Race, and they also claim to be remnants of the Roman Empire.

“Greece! Freedom! Greece! Freedom!” Morty and little Bazin joined the chanting team a few seconds later, and then the whole camp cheered.

Antioch III had a satisfied smile on his face. It was the first time he was so happy after coming to Greece.

In order to gain the advantage of a surprise attack on the Romans, he brought only 10000 infantry and 500 cavalry to Europa. He originally thought that this was enough force. Once he arrived in Greece, he would get the support of the Kingdom of Macedonia and various Greek city states. t expect The Kingdom of Macedonia did not dare to resist, and other Greek city-states were terrified by the successive defeats of the Roman Republic and the victory of the Republic of Carthage and the Kingdom of Macedonia.

“We Greeks are by no means cowards, and you Atolians are second only to Seleucids.” Antiochus III began to appoint officials to make a wish. “You can all be city managers in the future.”

“That’s very good.” Little Bazin asked enthusiastically, “When are we going to attack the Latin Barbarian Race? They are on the other side of the mountain road. They never thought we would raid.”

Listening to the cheers of the crowd and looking at the charming smile of the powerful monarch, little Bazin only felt an impulse to make contributions.

Wood, however, understood that Antiochus III actually knew that the Romans were not Barbarian Race, but only to arouse the same hatred of the Greek culture circle.

“Hehe, you have a big tone.” A Seleucid general scolded, “The number of enemies is twice ours. Commander Manius is an experienced veteran, and he has a relationship with both the Carthaginians and the Macedonians. After passing, I don’t know how many lieutenants were defeated in his hands. His assistants Gato and Lucius were also veterans who had served as Roman consuls, and Gato had killed Hannibal himself. Barca’s younger brother Hasdrubal Barca, in Spain, killed 2 Spanish Barbarian Race and Carthage remnants in one day. What happened to your little bastard , Can’t they think of it?”

Little Bazin was furious and was about to refute, Antiochus III raised his hand.

“The young people are courageous, but the Latin Barbarian Race opposite us has 2 10000 infantry 2 1000 cavalry, more than us. Although we Greeks have never been afraid of the large number of Barbarian Races, this group of Latins has already had some civilized people. The most important thing is that the control of the widows is the basis of the art of war.” Antioch III didn’t mind Bazin’s restlessness, but was very satisfied. He smiled and explained it carefully, “In another month, I will The 3 reinforcements will arrive. At that time, we can block the Latin Barbarian Race while letting the city-states in southern Greece join our alliance. Of course, you Atolians will receive special treatment. Okay, let me take a look at the weapons you brought. It is said that this is a better weapon than the Latin Barbarian Race crossbow?”

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The cheers of Greece and freedom crossed the narrow passage and entered the Roman camp. Wood just saw the Seleucid camp and found it to be very strong, but compared with this camp, it was completely rough and loose.

The Roman camp was like a temporary city, with clear planning and step-by-step procedures. Each functional area, including passages, kitchens, barracks, and toilets, was arranged in its own appropriate location by the military engineer.

Internal transfer is very convenient, and it is very vulnerable to attackers.

The Romans were never lazy about engineering, and the Greeks didn’t build checkpoints in the terrain called “hot spring pass”. This is just a matter of translation, in fact, this is just a natural danger.

“Cato, what’s the matter?” Old General Manius, wearing heavy armor, took a jug studded with gems, walked out of the tent and asked his working deputy.

“The Seleucids are cheering, maybe they are waiting for the reinforcements.” His deputy is a Biantoker III who is a few years older, but his face is full of frosty middle age person. He didn’t stop his hands while talking. In the pen, after answering the officer’s question, he said something less relevant, “In my opinion, Carthage must be completely destroyed.”

“It’s the people from the Aetolian City-State Alliance. They are the only ones in the Greek city-states with a bit of fighting power.” Manius paid no attention to his last sentence. He looked at the record in Cato’s hand, “Oh. Ah, you really recorded it in Latin.”