As one of the native Thracians, Spartacus remembered his difficult childhood.
His family was originally the leader of a Thracian tribe and once owned two small cities.
But with the expansion of Adlicia, his tribe was wiped out, his parents died, and he himself was sold to Rome, thousands of miles away, as a slave at a young age!
The instigator of all this is the Adlician King Tarkes!
I haven't even thought about revenge yet, and this guy actually came to kill me first. If I don't let you know how powerful I am, do you still think I, Spartacus, am so easy to bully?
"Report this situation immediately to Lord Odysseus and ask him to strengthen the defense! However, the enemy cavalry is coming very quickly, and we can't wait for Lord Odysseus's reply. I am the person in charge here and have the power to make decisions on the spot! Pass on my order, all miners must change their clothes and take up their own weapons. Then, gather at the bottom of the big square!" Spartacus gave instructions immediately.
Over the past few days, the miners and people of Koennais have come to recognize Spartacus.
Hearing his order, everyone took action immediately.
Koernes possessed the largest gold mine in the entire northern region, and the number of miners deployed by Odysseus during his time there exceeded 700,000.
Coupled with the enthusiastic response of local people.
By the time Spartacus had figured out his strategy and stood on the platform at the side of the square, the army gathered below had already reached 800,000 people.
"We are facing a powerful enemy! He claims to be a national hero, yet he wants us to return to the shadow of our past suffering! He himself lives in luxury and extravagance! Yet he comes to tell us that it is wrong to pursue a happy life through our own hands! Will we heed the call of this so-called king?"
Standing on the high platform, Spartacus loudly questioned the dark army.
"Of course not!"
"Let those princes and nobles who only know how to talk big die!"
"We want a good life, not empty slogans!"
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After hearing Spartacus' words, the soldiers in the audience cheered.
"Well said! We must protect this hard-earned good life! We must not go back to the past! The Thracians will no longer be fooled!"
Spartacus concluded loudly, raised his right hand into a fist, and waved it vigorously above his head.
"Protect the good days!"
"Don't be fooled anymore!"
The millions of soldiers in the audience were filled with excitement. They rhythmically repeated Spartacus's words and raised their weapons high.
Seeing that everyone had been mobilized, Spartacus nodded with satisfaction and decided to strike while the iron was hot.
"I declare! Anyone who participates in the defense of Coenness will be rewarded! The reward will be gold! As long as you obey orders and never retreat. Even if you don't have any merit, you can get two gold coins after the war! If you kill the enemy, capture the enemy, or make other merits, the reward will be increased tenfold or a hundredfold!" Spartacus said loudly.
His idea is simple.
The gold mined here is intended for the construction of Stoby's navy.
But if Adlicia snatched them away, Stoby would still not be able to keep any of them.
It would be better to take out a part of it and reward the soldiers.
Only by saving Coenness first can we have everything that comes next.
Reward coins!
Just participating in the battle will earn you two gold coins! That's a lot of money!
If you make meritorious service, you can get rewards ten or a hundred times more!
This is much more practical than King Adlicia's empty slogan!
All of a sudden, all the soldiers were extremely excited. They all volunteered to fight, hoping to be assigned to the position where they could kill the most enemies.
This scene reminded Spartacus of the uprising in Rome. At that moment, his soldiers were also so full of fighting spirit.
"I will never fail again!" Spartacus said to himself silently.
As a native of Thrace, Spartacus was well aware of the strengths and weaknesses of Thracian cavalry.
The enemy has the advantage of being able to move as fast as the wind and lightning, and having horses to provide impact.
It would definitely be impossible to defeat more than one million cavalry in a frontal battle with the 800,000 hastily assembled infantry at hand.
However, the enemy's biggest weakness is the large number of people and the lack of sufficient logistical support.
Tarquès could either gather a million cavalrymen or prepare ten days' worth of rations for them in advance and load them onto their horses.
But according to the tradition of wars between Thracian barbarians, subsequent food and supplies must rely on plunder!
As long as we use the right tactics, we can delay the time and prevent the enemy from getting supplies.
The final victory must belong to Koenness!
The plan was decided, and Spartacus immediately began the actual arrangements.
He first asked all the people living around the city to move into the city and take away all the food they could.
Everything that couldn't be taken away was burned. Even the crops that hadn't yet matured in the fields were burned!
Spartacus promised to register everything and compensate in full after the war!
At the same time, Spartacus seriously strengthened the city's defenses.
He reinforced the walls of Koernes and deployed the ten Greek fire machines he had at key locations to help defend them.
Everything was ready, and the cavalry led by King Tarquès of Adlicia finally came in a mighty force.
Seeing Coennes's attitude, Tarkaces was quite surprised.
Before the army set out, he spread out to gather a million cavalry to attack Coenness.
The purpose was to create panic and force the Koennes people to choose to escape or surrender directly.
Direct surrender was a given. If the Koennessians chose to flee, the speed of the Adlician cavalry would easily allow them to pursue them midway.
To this end, Tarquès even sent 200,000 cavalrymen from the north and south to encircle the possible retreat routes of the Koennes people in advance.
He actually brought only 600,000 troops to the city of Coenness.
Of course, there is nothing we can do about it.
An attack by a million-strong army sounds intimidating, but the pressure on logistics support is also enormous.
Although Adlicia was not weak, it was still in a semi-agricultural, semi-nomadic, uncivilized state. Maintaining a standing army of one million was simply impossible.
Tarkes simply gathered all the herdsmen from various tribes who had horse teams together, and asked them to bring dry food and rush to join him.
If these armies cannot plunder supplies in the short term, they will fall apart.
This is exactly the same as the original wheat tali.
Therefore, the way to achieve long-term success is to split the army into three parts and let them plunder separately instead of concentrating too much.
However, the opposite happened.
Not only was the main force of 600,000 troops unable to plunder any supplies around the city of Koennais.
Even the two detachments had news that they had come back empty-handed.
As a result, Tarquès had no choice but to resort to the worst strategy and attack the city, intending to obtain the supplies he wanted from the city of Koenness.
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