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After the Ulthuan docked at the port of Marathon, Aenarion personally rode on his Red Hare and, with awe of war in his heart, carefully scouted the terrain of Marathon. This was a very ordinary coastal town built on the coastline, facing the sea on one side and land on three sides. The land was only protected by a three-meter-high wooden wall. A wooden arrow tower was built at a distance, with a few archers patrolling inside, and no cannons.

Outside the town, clusters of low fennel trees are everywhere on the mountains, and tall olive trees block out the sun. Surrounded by many houses and trees, there is a simple stone castle built on high rocks. Waves beat against the rocks, and water droplets wet the walls facing the sea. The local feudal knights should live in it.

Aenarion sniffed. The air was filled with the extremely rich aroma of fennel. As one of the few condiments in ancient times, the entire town of Marathon made money by growing fennel and trading at the port.

There is only one road from Marathon to Athens, and that is the famous Marathon Road. In the past, the high elves of Athens defeated the Asian coalition controlled by the Persian mind flayer in the Bay of Marathon, and sent the sprinter Pheidippides to run back to Athens to report the news. He ran 42 kilometers in one go and arrived in Athens. He died of exhaustion after reporting the good news of victory.

This road was later built into a stone continent by the Romans, and has been repaired and expanded by successive rulers to this day.

Aenarion rode on this famous Hero's Road for a long time and finally found a dense woodland about nine kilometers away from Marathon, which was a suitable hiding place for troops.

The young drow woman was very satisfied with her son-in-law's caution, but the Khorne barbarians of Valkia were very annoyed. They said they came here to offer blood sacrifice to the Blood God, but you started scouting? We have already wasted so much time at sea, and we have to keep waiting for you? !

Aenarion was somewhat speechless, and handed over the task of attacking Marathon tomorrow and the subsequent task of acting as bait to these impatient Khorne barbarians. They were all very happy and thought that you were a very nice person. The other soldiers had to wait for a few more days until Francisco's main force left Athens before they could fight - we can't wait that long.

In the early morning of June 6, the Christian expeditionary force launched a surprise attack in the quiet midnight. Valkia excitedly led two hundred Khorne raiders armed with axes and shields and one hundred Khorne shieldmaiden armed with spears, and landed at the port with murderous intent.

Several port guards felt something was wrong and came over with torches. A shield girl threw a javelin directly in the direction of the fire, and the spear pierced the guard's heart! The terrifying impact force sent the body flying back two or three meters before it fell to the ground.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!!!"

"Take down that castle!!!"

“Charge! Charge!!!”

The Khorne raiders cheered as they jumped off the boats and charged straight towards the castle. Aenarion recalled the marching formations his mother had taught him, the eagle flags, centuries, helmet tassels, heralds, movement in formation and so on, and then he found that these Khorne raiders were not following any of them. They were all just rushing towards the castle on the reef, their formation being squeezed into a huge mess by the alleys.

But it doesn't matter. The enemy is more powerful than these Khorne berserkers. The Principality of Athens, which is protected by the Ottoman Empire, doesn't seem to believe that anyone dares to provoke the Ottoman behemoth. The defense of the entire town is extremely loose, and they don't even form a formation in the dark.

Several guard teams followed the sound and came from all directions just like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather. In the narrow alley, they ran into the terrifying believers head-on. The terrifying figure of two meters five or six made them tremble with fear. The thin bodies were chopped into pieces by several oncoming battle axes. The broken arms and debris dragged bloody lines and scattered in all directions, filling the town with the pungent smell of blood.

After dozens of minutes, these three hundred people had reached the castle!

Faced with this situation, the knights assigned to Marathon did not dare to come out to fight. They closed the castle gates and defended the castle with about a hundred followers and servants. Some Khorne madmen who were obsessed with killing tried to climb the rock wall with their bare hands, but were shot into hedgehogs by a round of crossbow arrows.

If Aenarion had brought out twelve cannons and bombarded for several hours, it would not be a problem to destroy the simple castle. However, his goal was to use Marathon as bait to lure out Francisco, the Grand Duke of Athens, so he ordered Valkia to lead this group of Khorne soldiers to blockade the castle, control the port and the town, cut down olive trees, build simple battering rams, and pretend to drive as if they were going to destroy the castle and loot all the money.

The behavior of the Khorne believers frightened the Knight of Marathon so much that he immediately sent a pigeon to ask for help from the Grand Duke of Athens, to whom he was loyal.

Aenarion calculated that the flying speed of Greek pigeons was between 80 and 100 kilometers per hour. Marathon was only 42 kilometers away from Athens. Half an hour later, the Archduke of Athens would receive the news that Marathon was attacked. He would gather the troops in the middle of the night and set out at dawn the next day. A small elite force of several hundred people would have no problem marching 40 kilometers in one day and night, and reinforcements would arrive in one day.

Thought of here

He immediately disembarked from the Ulthuan with two hundred heavily armored spearmen, two hundred elven archers, one hundred and fifty zombie firearmsmen, and four 12-pound stone-throwing cannons, heading straight for the road connecting Marathon and Athens. Each man carried three days' worth of food and fodder, and all the shells were shotgun shells. The forest was not very big, and it was difficult to hide too many cannons. Four 12-pound cannons plus ten ogres' 1-pound lead-spraying cannons were enough.

Under the cover of night, six hundred people rushed towards the west. After traveling all night under the stars and the moon, they arrived at the territory in the morning and hid in the shade of the trees to rest and enjoy the cool air.

As the sun began to set, the hottest time of the day had passed, and Aenarion rode his Red Hare towards Athens, with Artemisia following closely behind on Nightmare, personally scouting the movements of the Grand Duke of Athens' army.

Chapter 135: The Advantage is in Me

The two men galloped along the road, and soon they ran into three scouts sent by Athens. These scouts were wearing light armor, riding fast horses, holding bows and arrows, and had sharp swords on their waists. They were quickly conducting reconnaissance in the direction of Marathon. It seemed that the main force of Athens was not far away.

Aenarion raised his hand and released a Death Coil. A skeleton skull, burning with dark purple and blue undead fire, screamed across a distance of several hundred meters and blasted through the chest of a scout, creating a transparent hole the size of a skull! The ribs and tendons were blasted into powder by magic, and the flesh and internal organs burned with terrifying undead flames. The whole person was torn into pieces in the terrifying magic explosion, and the broken limbs and debris flew out from the horse's back like four or five kites with broken strings.

The other two scouts screamed in fear. At this moment, the two sides were two or three hundred meters apart. Their compound bows could not shoot that far, so they could only turn around and run. Aenarion did not expect the power of Death Coil to be so great, so he used a psychic missile with weaker power but capable of group attack. Two flaming missiles burning with colorful magic flames were spinning, whistling, and flying, accurately shooting through the heart, creating a fist-sized burning hole in their back, and all three scouts were killed in ten seconds.

Because of various relationships and coincidences, I have been fighting against elite troops in the past few months since I came here. They were either the Janissaries or the God-Lord Lust Demons. I have even seen several company commanders who could kill me in an instant with just a wave of their hands. I have risked everything in almost all battles.

After going through so many ups and downs, looking back, Aenarion discovered that those ordinary people could not even survive a single round in his hands.

After seizing three good horses, the two continued to gallop forward and finally found the main force of Athens two kilometers away. This position was too far away, and their eyes could only vaguely see the reflection of weapons and the rough outlines of the soldiers. Whether it was infantry or cavalry, they were all blurry black dots and could not be distinguished at all.

The two men galloped on their horses. When the distance between the two sides was only 1200 meters, the naked eye could already distinguish the difference between the man and the horse. When the distance between the two sides was only meters, the outlines of the head, chest, and limbs were vaguely visible. Aenarion counted and found that the Athenian infantry was arranged in four teams, each with people. The first two teams were armed with spears and shields, and the back two teams were armed with bows and arrows. They had no armor, and the first-level warriors were mixed with civilians.

What was more terrifying was the cavalry charging in the front, there were as many as one hundred of them, half of them were unarmored light cavalry, the other half were equipped with chain mail and held lances, and a few of them were equipped with scattered pieces of plate armor over the chain mail, or a full set of plate armor. They should be relatively wealthy nobles, all of them were second or third level warriors.

At the end of the team were three cannons pulled by six war horses.

"Let's go, Artemisia. The other side has only 500 men. This battle is 600 against 500. The advantage is on my side."

Aenarion turned around and left, but the Athenians disagreed. The two men saw the army coming so close, and watched carefully for a long time before leaving. Even if they were not enemy scouts, there must be something wrong. How could they let you leave just like that? Fifty cavalrymen raised their whips, roared and urged their horses to charge, and rushed over from both wings, ready to surround the two men and capture them alive.

Aenarion spread out his five fingers. This time, the energy form of the psychic missile was lightning. Five purple thunderbolts as gorgeous as his eyes roared out of his left hand and exploded on the five riders at the same time! The atmosphere was expanding rapidly, and the thunder produced by friction was deafening. The heavily armored cavalrymen in iron armor fell off their saddles after being pierced by thunder and lay on the ground twitching. Purple arcs spread along their armor to their limbs. Even if they were not dead, they were paralyzed and trembling.

However, these heavily armored cavalrymen were not on the same level as the scouts. The advantage of the psychic missiles was their range attack, and one shot failed to kill them.

At this moment, he rode his horse forward for a distance, but the cavalrymen who fell to the ground and were paralyzed did not move. They were out of the range. Aenarion had no choice but to cast two Death Coils on the two heavy cavalrymen wearing chain mail. The magic attack ignored the solid iron armor and opened two transparent holes the size of heads on the chests of the two heavy cavalrymen!

However, the chain mail on their bodies was intact, like a steel fishing net, covering their broken limbs, burning chests, shattered internal organs, and dozens of meters of intestines.

Aenarion's series of attacks frightened the cavalry, but they continued to charge forward. Several light cavalry with excellent horsemanship even rushed within a hundred meters and fired at the two men.

Sharp feather arrows were shot out, but unfortunately they were all bounced off by Artemisia's paladin plate armor and Aenarion's psychic armor.

Seeing that the short bows on horseback could not break the enemy's defense, these light cavalrymen directly pulled out their three-meter-long lances and launched a cavalry charge!

"These guys are endless!"

Artemisia was a little annoyed. She clamped the horse's back with her slender legs to control Nightmare, and pinched her right wrist with her left hand to maintain balance.

The right hand of the Slaanesh Paladin suddenly turned into a five-meter-long lance made of bones. She twisted her flexible waist backwards and, taking advantage of the distance, made a sudden counterattack. The bone lance pierced through the throat of a light cavalryman like lightning, killing him off his horse!

After a successful strike, the five-meter bone spear turned into five long whips of flesh and blood, which wrapped around the second cavalryman like a poisonous snake, and dragged him off the saddle and slid on the ground. The nightmare was running very fast. The cavalryman slid on the wild ground beside the road at a speed of 80 to 90 kilometers per hour. The clothes on his back were quickly torn, and his entire back was torn into a bloody mess by stones, thorns, and soil! There was not a single piece of good meat! The whole person also let out a terrible wail, which made the cavalry behind him stunned!

Not long after, the cavalryman who was dragged behind the nightmare rolled his eyes and died of pain. Artemisia then let go of the whip. At this moment, the flesh on the man's back was almost all rubbed and torn, revealing the white bones stained with blood and the still wriggling internal organs. The scene was extremely bloody.

The actions of the two completely frightened the pursuing cavalry. All of them tightened their saddles and dared not chase after them. They could only watch Aenarion and Artemisia drive away.

"What are you afraid of?"

At this moment, a short but majestic man came riding over. He and his mount were both wearing full sets of plate armor. A large amount of customized chain mail hung like a curtain from the belly of the warhorse to the hooves, leaving only four eyes of the man and the horse exposed.

"If they were really that strong, they would have charged directly into our army instead of running away with their tails between their legs like they are doing now!"

Grand Duke Francisco of Athens roared loudly, trying to restore the somewhat low morale.

"Inform the entire army, advance at full speed! The pirate scouts that attacked Marathon have discovered us and have returned to report. We cannot give those pirates more time to prepare for battle! All glory to Christ the Lord!"

Chapter 136: Kane's Sword

Athens sent out new scouts to investigate and continued to march at a forced pace. Francesco knew how much the forced march would take away the soldiers' physical strength. His plan was to wait until they were less than three kilometers away from Athens, take a rest, and then launch a formal attack with the entire army, cooperate with the knights of Marathon Castle, and kill the three hundred pirates in one go.

But he never expected that there were more than 300 pirates coming, and they were waiting for him nine kilometers away from Marathon. Several scouts wanted to investigate the dense forest less than 100 meters away from the road, but before they got close, a strange idea suddenly occurred to their minds: Hey, we should have investigated this forest just now, there should be no problem here.

When the breathless Athenian army arrived at the dense forest after a quick march of more than 30 kilometers, Aenarion's army launched an attack. One hundred zombie musketeers and ten zombie ogres scattered out of the dense forest on the left side of the road. When the Athenian soldiers panicked, they opened fire from a distance of less than 100 meters away from them!

One hundred matchlock guns weaved a web of fire that symbolized death. Amid the earth-shaking thunder and the dazzling flames, more than a dozen Athenian soldiers fell like weeds, and dozens of soldiers were injured by flying lead bullets. Ten lead-spraying cannons fired at once, blasting out 4.5 kilograms of sharp iron pieces, creating ten iron-gray fan-shaped injuries. The soldiers affected by the lead-spraying cannons were blown into hedgehogs alive, with their holes-ridden bodies covered with burning iron pieces.

After the ogre and the zombies finished their raid, more than 40 zombies slowly emerged from the woods, pushing four 290-kilogram cannons. In front of the horrified eyes of the Athenian soldiers, they lit the fuse. In an instant, countless iron pieces, iron filings, and even small metal garbage exploded in the thunder and fire! The four shotgun shells that burst out of the chest were like four iron-gray waves sweeping across the sky and earth, mercilessly hitting the soldiers less than a hundred meters away!

The Athenian elves suffered heavy casualties after this sudden attack of firearms, and the surviving formation was in chaos. Aenarion immediately gave orders, and two centuries of heavy armored spearmen immediately launched an attack on the enemy, completely destroying the positions of the spearmen and archers. The two centuries of archers hid in the woods and concentrated their fire on the cavalry.

The zombies and ogres were divided into two teams, with forty zombies with bayonets and ten ogres using lead-spraying cannons as giant iron bars, charging at the cavalry! Entangling Francisco's elite troops, the remaining one hundred zombies quickly loaded their firearms and prepared to launch another round of concentrated fire on the cavalry.

"Your will!"

Four centurions including Aurelia received the order and the entire army went out to attack. About 400 people began to move under the leadership of four eagle flags. The two centuries of heavily armored spearmen, marching in fairly orderly steps, formed two horizontal columns of twenty by five, roared and charged, trampling on the corpses that were smashed by muskets and shotguns, and engaged in battle with the enemy.

The shields connected together look like wooden walls, and the steel

The spears were stacked into five rows like a forest of steel. These heavily armored half-giants roared and charged, destroying the enemy positions that had been completely disrupted by shotguns and muskets.

The remaining soldiers tried to counterattack, but the Athenian infantry had no armor, or only the most basic leather armor, and were basically deprived of their combat effectiveness after being stabbed by a spear. In contrast, Aenarion's spearmen had the triple defense of chain mail, leather armor, and shields, which greatly improved their survivability on the battlefield. The first training they received was formation, and the second training was to hide behind shields and stab with spears. Their fighting style was extremely cowardly, and the lightly armored spearmen who had been defeated were almost threatening.

As for the archers who were also attacked at close range and defeated, they had no time to draw their bows and arrows and could only draw their swords for hand-to-hand combat. One by one their formations were broken. The scattered elves, holding one-meter-long swords, looked at the overwhelming three-meter-long spears and the half-giants hiding behind their shields in a neat formation. All they felt was despair.

As the spearmen advanced relentlessly, two hundred elven archers drew their bows and drew their arrows, shooting out dark clouds at a terrifying rate of one arrow every three seconds. The dark clouds rained down on the heads of the cavalry and horses, causing sparks to fly and blood to splatter. Alleri's archers were of average quality, but the elven ranger unit led by Aurelia was elite, and almost every arrow could hit the enemy's head or torso at a distance of a hundred meters.

Although it couldn't penetrate the helmets and armor of some elite knights, the hit rate was really terrifyingly high. The artillery of the Athenian army, due to their formation and angle, couldn't fire a single shot until they were defeated.

For a moment, the clanging sounds of swords and spears clashing, the splattering sound of flesh and blood flying everywhere, and the war cries and wails of soldiers from both sides, intertwined on the avenue and soared into the sky!

"What are you scouts doing? There's such a large forest and so many ambushed troops. Haven't you discovered them?"

Francisco looked around at the devastated battlefield, drew his sword angrily, and killed three scouts on the spot. At this moment, the zombies had already rushed over. Each of them was a burly ogres, three or four meters tall. They swung a one-pound cannon weighing more than 150 kilograms and swept it across, knocking a knight and his horse off the ground with all four hooves. They flew out and fell heavily on the ground one meter away. The place where they were hit head-on by the one-pound cannon was torn and the bones were broken.

Those ordinary zombies were equally deadly. Although their attack power was not strong, their durability was extremely terrifying. One zombie had half of its head chopped off by the knight's sword, but it still continued to attack with a bayonet in hand. Together with the three zombies beside it, they used four bayonets to stab the mail knight off his horse, and then rushed forward and tore him into pieces of scarlet flesh alive!

The outcome of the war was no longer a foregone conclusion. Francisco gave up recruiting infantry and fled quickly with his trusted cavalry, relying on their mobility.

But all this was within Aenarion's expectations. He handed over the command of the army to his mother, and rode on the Red Hare himself, with the paladin Artemisia, the archivist Astariel, and two leopards, to block their way back to Athens. His five fingers shot out five bright and colorful fireballs, which exploded into five balls of gorgeous and ghostly flaming fireworks on the chests of the five knights!

At the same time, Astariel summoned a large number of green-bound beasts and used the entanglement technique together. Thorny vines as thick as fingers coiled around the hooves of the horses and bound the feet and hands of the cavalrymen along the horses' bodies, trapping the remaining eighty-odd cavalrymen in a huge green hell.

"Who are you? I have never met you, and we have no grudge against each other. Why are you attacking my territory? Ambushing my army? Don't you know that the Principality of Athens is a vassal of the Ottomans? Do you want to provoke the wrath of the Janissaries?"

Francisco roared and looked at Aenarion, trying to repel him.

"Everyone has a share of the Greek cities. Your master Osman was able to seize the Aegean islands occupied by the Venetians, so what if I seize Athens from you?"

Aenarion was not buying it. Looking at the cross on Francisco's chest, he found it ridiculous that these Catholics were actually seeking Osman's protection.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Francisco pulled out a rusty and extremely broken one-handed sword from his waist. A strange red light emanated from the blade.

Aenarion cautiously used an identification spell to see what effect this man's trump card had, but as soon as the magic words appeared, Francisco, his horse, and the rusty sword disappeared into the green entanglement hell.

[Kane's Sword (Rusted)] (Blue), +1 attack hit, damage 2~9.

(Enchantment·Murder): When the blade drinks the blood of a target, you can spend 1 magic point to teleport directly to the target's side. It can be used unlimited times until the target dies (only one target can be specified at a time).

This guy... Could it be that he used this sharp sword, which was obviously used for hunting, to designate one of his prisoners, and used this sword of Cain, which was used for fighting, as an infinitely usable scroll to return to the city? That's why he could just run away???

"Huh? This guy is holding the Kane Sword?!"

Astariel was also very surprised.

“It is said that this sword was made by the Greek god of craftsmen for Cain, the god of murder and death. It is a divine weapon known as the Widowmaker and one of the most powerful creations of the Greek gods.

It is said that this sword can make an entire army or even an entire kingdom go berserk and bloodthirsty. Emperor Aurelian is really

This blade, with the violent and bloodthirsty Roman legions, defeated Queen Zenobia in the East.

But during the Roman War of Secession three centuries ago, this sword disappeared along with the death of the God of Murder. Unexpectedly, it appeared in the hands of the Grand Duke of Athens a thousand years later! But it seems that the surging power of this sword, like your Helmet of Asuryan, no longer exists. "

Chapter 137: French Knights

With the escape of the Grand Duke of Athens, his men lost their fighting spirit and all surrendered.

After an inventory, it was found that only forty heavy-armored spearmen were injured in the sneak attack. They survived thanks to the double protection of leather armor and chain mail. And these wounded quickly recovered their combat effectiveness under Miriel's gentle and patient treatment.

The enemy was exhausted after the long raid, and suffered more than 200 casualties in the bombardment of grapeshot and the charge of spears, a casualty rate of 1 to 5! The other 200 conscripted infantry and 80 cavalry were all taken prisoner, providing Aenarion with a large number of weapons, 50 sets of armor, three cannons, and 88 horses - 12 of which died from accidental injuries in the battle.

For a novice, this record was already very good, but Aenarion could not be happy, because the biggest target of this battle, the Grand Duke of Athens, was teleported away with the sword, and the most important goal was not achieved.

In his original plan, this battle would be enough to annihilate the main force of Athens, capture the Grand Duke of Athens alive, and then hold him hostage. The army would quickly set out for Athens, and the one hundred heavily armored spearmen who stayed on the Ossuan would also march quickly with the remaining artillery, baggage, and food to catch up with them. The two armies would meet under the city of Athens and break the city in one go.

However, this plan failed as the Grand Duke of Athens escaped. In his hasty rescue, he only called on some knights to the east of Athens to respond to the battle. After he arrived at the city of Athens with baggage and cannons, the knights to the west of Athens were probably also summoned. In case he failed to win, the cavalry would use their speed advantage to rush to the castle of Marathon to rescue and cut off his retreat... The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

"Let's go back first and take down Marathon as a base, then take Valkia's Khorne soldiers to fight Athens together."

Aenarion thought about it and carefully chose the safest way to attack at night, which was to go back and destroy the castle of Marathon first.

The soldiers, carrying the captives and spoils, first walked around in front of the Marathon Castle and told the people inside that their reinforcements had been defeated and they were isolated and helpless.

Then, under the horrified gaze of the defenders, fifteen 12-pound stone-throwing cannons were pulled over by heavy horses and opened fire on the simple castle on the reef.

For a moment, the people in the castle only felt thunder rolling in the sky and the earth shaking. Fifteen 5.4-kilogram granite bullets screamed and tore through the sky, heavily smashing on the city walls and tall towers. The horrible impact force instantly collapsed a wooden arrow tower, and the broken walls and ruins were blown everywhere by the impact force. The wooden debris evenly fell all over the small castle.

After three rounds of artillery fire, a thin stone wall was also shaken by the artillery fire. A large amount of rubble collapsed and fell along the surface of the wall like a waterfall of mud. Then, after being hit by two more artillery shells, it collapsed with a loud bang, revealing a crack two or three meters long.

Aenarion felt a little distressed. The gunpowder consumed by the fifteen stone-shooting cannons for one round of bombardment was worth more than 2000 silver coins! But compared with the countless time and lives lost, it was still cheap.

Aenarion ordered the zombies to continue reloading. The range of artillery was much higher than that of bows and crossbows, or even catapults. His own artillery positions could be used in a safe position to bombard the castle until the ammunition was exhausted or the castle collapsed completely.

However, the knight of Marathon did not give him this opportunity. After seeing that all the reinforcements were captured and the enemy actually pulled out fifteen cannons, he immediately realized the huge gap between the enemy and us. After a wall was blown down, this expeditionary knight from France skillfully took off his armor, threw away his sword, raised the white flag, and went out to surrender with all his servants.

Twenty minutes after the war started, Aenarion and his soldiers completely occupied Marathon. Inside this small castle, there was a lot of food stored up, as well as weapons enough to arm a hundred men, horses to arm ten cavalrymen, and chain mail. Aenarion accepted these equipment with a smile, requisitioned his dungeon, threw all the prisoners of war from the three times in, arranged fifty heavy armored spearmen to be stationed in the castle, and fifty heavy armored spearmen to be stationed in the port, thus stabilizing the control of Marathon and eliminating the unstable factors in the rear.

Early in the morning of June 6, Aenarion led the remaining soldiers, three hundred Khorne followers, and twenty donkey carts of food, and set out for Athens. He was very cautious, because the Athenians had run thirty kilometers from morning to afternoon, and were exhausted after the long raid, but they were ambushed and killed by him halfway.

But now, it was himself who had to make a long-distance attack on Athens. The situation was completely reversed. In order to prevent the enemy from taking advantage of their leisure, the army only walked more than 20 kilometers in a day. Everyone conserved their physical strength. Artemisia and he tirelessly scouted everywhere, carefully exploring every piece of territory to prevent falling into a trap.

As night was about to fall, the army had only walked half of the way. The entire army began to cut wood and set up camp. They cut down a nearby forest and cut the branches into two-meter-long wooden spikes, which were placed at a 45-degree angle to the ground. They surrounded the camp tents and tied every ten wooden stakes together with sticks and ropes.

, forming a chevaux de frise, all the living slept, and all the dead, under Aenarion's command, kept watch at night.

Sure enough, during the time when he controlled the Castle of Marathon and marched into Athens, Francisco gathered his remaining knights and conscripted Athenian citizens into the army, and formed another army. At this moment, thirty feudal knights in plate armor, seventy knight retainers in chain mail, and a full one hundred heavy cavalrymen came to charge the camp under the cover of night.

However, when they got there, they felt overwhelmed. Should we be so cautious? A group of pirates came ashore and built a temporary camp for the night? They set up so many chevaux de frise? The number of people patrolling at night also seemed to be very large. They couldn't attack at night. Forget it, they should prepare for a head-on battle.

Early in the morning of June 6, the Athenian infantry also arrived and took up positions on the avenue, seeking a decisive battle. More than 14 temporarily conscripted citizens and serfs, armed with spears, took up positions in the front and slowly advanced, trying to stick to the enemy's army, while his cavalry was deployed on the left wing, ready to use their cavalry advantage to detour from the left and smash these pirates, executing the standard hammer and anvil tactics, that is, the infantry stuck to the opponent like an anvil, and the cavalry hit hard from behind like a hammer to destroy it.

Seeing this situation, Aenarion, who lacked cavalry, also responded. On the left wing, there were more than 150 Fertility Zombies and 15 cannons, facing the enemy cavalry.

The first row in the center is two hundred heavily armored spearmen, and the second row is two hundred archers.

On the right wing were three hundred Khorne berserkers.