"Not yet."
"Inform the front to slow down the march, and have Philadephos make a louder noise to attract the enemy's attention. Also... have Arsossis (Captain of the Crotone Cavalry) withdraw the scouts. Now that the situation is clear, let's not waste our cavalry!"
"Yes!"
After giving the order, Myron cast his gaze towards the woods ahead. He was quite familiar with this spot. Just west of it lay the site where Melanthius's army had been ambushed. After the peace treaty with Dionysia was signed, Myron personally led the removal of thousands of bodies from there, both those of the allies and those of Crotone... The horrific scene would haunt him for a long time!
Myron tightened his reins: This time, Crotone will wash away this shame and avenge them!
The troops emerged from the woods, and before them lay a flat, elevated wilderness. The Trionto River narrowed there, making the water too deep to ford, which was why Melanthius had camped there.
