I am the son of the traveler

Chapter 41 Battle Invitation

"Are you an envoy from the Macedonians?"

Looking at the Salo man dressed in Heaton standing below, Aktrick asked blankly.

"No, Aktrick, the king of the Macedonians set me free, and let me bring you a message."

The person sent by Antigonus was a soldier from the Malariqi night raid regiment who was captured in the last night raid. Because Antigonus couldn't bear to let his own people be killed by the barbarians when he was on mission, he was taken from the prisoner of war. Li chose a lucky one, pretended to release them back, and delivered Antigonus' message by the way.

This so-called envoy still has tribal tattoos on his body, and his messy long hair is scattered on his shoulders casually, but he is wearing the clothes of a civilized country, which has a sense of humor that he wears a monkey and wears a crown.

"Well then, tell me, what message did the King of Macedonia send me?" Aktrick leaned back casually, making a comfortable posture for himself. Disdain is still clearly visible.

Seeing his appearance, the envoy couldn't help feeling a little fear in his heart. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Aktrick, the king of the Macedonians invites you to a decisive battle, which will be held in this large open space outside the Hot Spring Pass two days later." decisive battle."

"You actually took the initiative to propose a decisive battle?"

Aktrick was slightly startled, and put away the disdain just now, straightened up, looked at the messenger, and asked, "Did he really say that?"

"Yes." The envoy lowered his head and told everything he knew: "They are ready for a decisive battle, and even sent a group of reinforcements equipped with long spears."

"Interesting, really interesting." He clapped his hands, and with an idea in his mind, he ordered people to gather the chiefs in the army and prepared to tell them about this. Then, he continued to ask: "Then you know the Macedonian How many troops are there?"

"This..." Hearing this question, the emissary hesitated, not knowing whether to answer. Seeing his appearance, Aktrick curled his lips, pretending that he didn't know, and waved his hands, "Look You don't know either, so go down first."

Unexpectedly, the envoy said: "Before departure, the king of Macedonia once told me that he had an army of 4000 people. I don't know if this is true, so I dare not tell you."

"!!!"

Aktrick was shocked. What kind of trouble is this self-destructing force? Don't let the Macedonian king deceive them.

Seeing Aktrick's disbelief, the envoy sighed, but still didn't say anything, since his words had already been conveyed, so what these meat-eaters thought had nothing to do with him.

Thinking of this, he tentatively asked, "Aktrick, can I go back?"

"Where do you go?"

"Back to my tribe..."

"Your tribe?" Aktrick sneered, "Askergast died at Thermopylae Pass, and your Malarizi tribe has already been divided up. Where else can you go?"

As he spoke, he got up and left the main seat, walked up to the messenger, and said coldly, "How could the Macedonian king let you go, tell me, did you betray us?"

"NO, I have not."

The messenger waved his hands in panic and denied.

"Do you think I look like a fool?" Akterik said bitterly, and then he suddenly attacked and knocked the messenger over with one kick. Then he pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist and stabbed the messenger's throat mercilessly. , then pulled it out, and a bloody arrow spurted out, splashing on his leg.

The messenger stared at Aktrick in disbelief, as if he didn't believe that he would treat him like this. He raised his hand, trying to grab the person who killed him, but he lost his strength when he stretched out his hand in mid-air , drooping down softly, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Looking at the body still twitching on the ground, Akterik wiped off the blood on the dagger with his clothes, inserted it back into his waist, and with a wave of his hand, the guards in the tent dragged the body out.

When they were dragging the corpse, they happened to meet the chiefs who got the news. These chiefs just glanced at the corpse, as if they were looking at a dead animal, and then went straight into the camp.

"Aktrick, the Macedonians want to fight us?"

As soon as they entered the camp, they yelled straight to the point, ignoring the blood on Aktrick's body. In two days, I want to hear your opinion."

"We have no objection." Several chiefs said together. They discussed it in advance on the way here. The warriors of the tribe will never be afraid of war.

Aktrick didn't answer right away, but looked at the other chiefs, who also had no objections.

Seeing this, he nodded and said, "Since all the chiefs have no objections, then we will start a decisive battle with the Macedonians in two days' time!"

"The Macedonians have at least 4000 people. We have more than 7000 warriors. In terms of numbers, we still have the upper hand. However, the Macedonians have better weapons and equipment than us. In a real fight, warriors from various tribes are still needed. Go up."

"Aktrick, don't worry, we may fail in the siege, but if we start the war openly, our brave and skilled fighters will definitely be able to defeat the enemy and win the final victory!"

A Salo chief said confidently, and soon got the support of other chiefs.

This is the best.Aktrick thought in his mind that although the warriors and nobles of various tribes were much better equipped than ordinary tribesmen, they were still slightly inferior to civilized countries with a much higher armor rate than them.

Moreover, the number of warriors in each tribe is relatively small, because they are only responsible for fighting and do not need to participate in labor production at ordinary times. It is not a long-term method-they are supported by ordinary tribal people and slaves. If this is placed in the Middle Ages of later generations, warriors are equal to knights.

……

At the same time, inside the Hot Spring Pass.

After making a plan for the decisive battle out of the city, Antigonus ordered the army to prepare for the battle, and at the same time formulated a battle plan for two days later.

He leaked the strength of the troops in the pass to the Malarich prisoner of war and asked him to tell it to the barbarian commander in order to increase the success rate of the barbarians in agreeing to a decisive battle and to make them feel underestimating the enemy. Just imagine, the barbarians are already arrogant. , if they know that the number of enemies is smaller than them, they will definitely have the idea of ​​underestimating the enemy. Antigonus can seize this point and make a fuss.

He is bound to win this battle.

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