Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece

Agcilius let out a sigh, his face looked a little pale, and he said blankly: "Quick! Blow the retreat bugle!"

The guard was stunned: "How can we retreat bugle?!"

Agcilius came back to his senses and showed a wordless wry smile. For this battle, he made meticulous preparations and even learned some useful methods of the Dionian army:

For example, the commander is not on the front line of the battle, but sits in the back to fully understand and control the situation. Of course, other people serve as Spartan army commanders. If they want to do this suddenly, they will definitely be despised by the Spartan soldiers. He is a coward, but Agsilius is old and weak, so it is natural to sit behind him;

For another example, if you want to control the battle and deal with emergencies, you must have a reserve team like Dionia, but neither the Spartans nor the Greek mercenaries can accept that they will not participate in the battle during the battle. By the sidelines, Agsilius took his idea to the Thracian light shields. In fact, the Taigeya army can be regarded as his reserve team...

However, the native Greek army, including Sparta, has always had commanders personally participating in the battle. Once the army is formed and the soldiers begin to advance, the commander who is also in the battlefield has already lost control of the entire army, as if It is an arrow shot that can only last until the end of the battle. How could there be a special retreat bugle.This is a decades-long tradition of war. It is impossible for Agsilius to temporarily add a trumpet, and the soldiers cannot adapt.

Agsilius thought about drawing some parts from the Thracian team and returning to the left-wing rescue, but remembering the resentment of the Thracians just now, he felt that they would probably refuse to obey this order again.

By now, Agsilius realized that he had felt powerless for the development of the whole battle. He stood there for a while, suddenly bent down and grabbed the crutches next to the wooden chair, and said in a deep voice: "Go! Let's go to the right wing!"

Agsilius finally made up his mind to abandon the mercenaries in the center and the left, rush to stay with his soldiers, and guide them to escape back to Sparta safely as far as possible.

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Agsilius' judgment was not wrong.Since Olivers knew that his opponent was not a real Spartan, he felt that he had been fooled. He ordered the trumpeter to continue to sound the offensive bugle, and walked around the rear of the army, loudly encouraging the soldiers to strengthen. Attack, let these counterfeit Spartans' enemies know how powerful the Fourth Army is.

Encouraged by the commander of the legion, the soldiers of the Fourth Corps attacked more fiercely. The soldiers in the forefront even threw away their stabbing guns and held short swords to fight the enemy more closely.

The left wing of the Spartan army was made up of heavy infantry from Ionia and Asiatic city-states. It is impossible to integrate into one body with the uniform of a uniform Spartan warrior. They are in battle. Lack of tacit understanding, but it was the first time to fight against the soldiers of the Dionian Legion. The skillful sword and shield combination of the Dionian Legionnaires made it difficult for these mercenaries to cope in the battle. The casualties continued to increase, and the entire front began. Faltering, just barely supported by the super thick column.

The attack on the flanks of the mountain reconnaissance brigade led by Tagus was the last straw that overwhelmed the camels. The traditional Greek heavy infantry had strong defenses in frontal combat, but the most feared was the attack from the rear. Because the infantry wears Corinthian helmets, their vision is narrow and their hearing is weakened, their nerves become sensitive. Whenever there is a wind and grass, they will be imaginative. When the panic spread rapidly across the left flank of the Spartan army, the first sporadic routs It didn't take long for the entire left wing to collapse.

"Legion commander, we are victorious! We defeated the enemy first!" the staff officer said excitedly.

"There is nothing to be proud of. What we defeated is just an army of fake Spartans." Olivers said modestly, but there was a smile on his face.

The collapse of the Spartan left wing eventually turned into the defeat of the entire army.

Although the Thebes won during the Battle of Leuctra, they did not get too many results, because after the victory, they quickly returned to the camp, but the Dionian army has always had the tradition of expanding the results after the victory. , And Cloto Kataks, under the suggestion of Plintors, also sent a messenger to notify the commanders of the corps, so that they urge the corps to continue pursuing them, and to eliminate the Spartans as much as possible.

The Macedonian cavalry, who had been repelled by the First Cavalry Corps before, had always been very tough. As long as the Dionian cavalry stopped chasing, they immediately stopped fleeing and made a posture to return to the battlefield, forcing the First Cavalry Corps to be chasing. Status, unable to escape to support the troops fighting on the battlefield.

Now, the entire battlefield is full of Spartan routs, and the Macedonian cavalry finally no longer entangled, and really fled away. The First Cavalry Corps also safely joined the chasing routs.

The pursuit continued until the defeated soldiers finally fled into the mountains to the east before they had to stop. This battle between the Dionian army and the Spartan coalition finally came to an end.

At this time, it is dusk, the sun has exhausted its energy, and it is slowly falling into the mountains to the west. Its bleak, heatless afterglow is shining on the Taigeya Plain. The original flowers are red, wheat and green, birds singing and butterflies flying. The countryside is now full of corpses and blood flowing in the air. The screams of wounded soldiers on the ground and the screams of crows hovering in the sky are intertwined, adding a bit of gloom and desolation.

Cloto Catacs was in a good mood. The Dionian army he led was victorious in the battle, although most of the orders came from Plintors’ advice, so he smiled a bit. , Listened carefully to the report by Chief of Staff Mukru about the results of this battle: "The Spartan army left 2,150 corpses on the battlefield, of which 482 were Spartan fighters—"

"How do you tell that they are Spartans?" Croto Kataks asked curiously.

"His Royal Highness, it is their tradition for the Spartans to wear red robes and long braids. Although they changed their attire in this battle, the long braids were not reduced." Plintors explained to the side.

Cloto Kataks nodded suddenly.

"Also captured 5417 prisoners, of which 2,900 had injuries of varying severity." Mukru looked at the statistics board and continued: "Of these, 921 prisoners were Spartans, and there were more than 300 criminals. Laoshi..."

"In other words, the Spartans lost nearly 1,500 fighters, which is not a small number. Then we will launch an attack on the Spartan territory. It will be a lot easier." Plintors said. But instead of stretching his brows, he said solemnly: "Tell us about our losses."

"Uh..." Mukru looked at the plank and said softly, "...Uh, we killed a total of 1,560 soldiers, and nearly 1,500 were injured. Now the medical staff are doing emergency rescue—"

"Such a large casualty?!" Croto Kataks exclaimed.

"The casualties mainly came from the First Corps. They were flanked back and forth by Spartan fighters and Taigea soldiers in the process of pursuing the'ruined soldiers'—" Mukru was explaining, and they were being attacked by Cloto Katak. Suddenly interrupted: "My brother... The third captain of the First Army, Adoris... how is it? Is it okay?!"

When learning that the First Army was facing a real Spartan warrior and being flanked back and forth, Cloto Kataks had been worried about Adoris's safety, but he kept his father's warning in mind: "You can't favor favoritism on the battlefield." Therefore, this worry can only be temporarily suppressed in my heart. Now that the First Army has suffered heavy casualties, he finally couldn't help asking.

"His Royal Highness..." Mukru did not dare to relieve Cloto Kataks' concerned gaze, but turned to look at Plintors, and whispered with great difficulty: "...The heroic battle of Captain Adoris died……"

As soon as the voice came out, Cloto Katxton felt his head dizzy, and his whole body fell under the horse.

"Your Highness!" Plintors, who was prepared, hurriedly supported him.

"Where is my brother?! I'm going to see him!" Cloto Kataks opened Printors and said eagerly, crying in his voice.

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Croto Kataks hobbled past the neat rows of the remains of Dionian soldiers, feeling that the time was extremely long, and he eagerly asked more than once: "Why haven't it arrived yet?! How come back not here?!……"

Finally, the first army team officer leading the way stopped and said with a heavy tone: "This is the body of Captain Adoris..."

Cloto Kataks was shocked and looked intently: a corpse was lying not far away. The difference was that it was covered with a piece of white cloth and could not see Adoris' face. He was standing beside the corpse. Waiting for Cettisus for several officers of the First Army.

Cloto Kataks ignored the salutes of Ketisus and others. He walked over with heavy steps, slowly squatting down, fingers trembling, and about to lift the white cloth.

"His Royal Highness, Adoris was severely injured and his face was severely damaged... You still don't want to look at it..." Cettisus whispered to the side to discourage.

Cloto Kataks trembled in his heart, and instead lifted the white cloth more firmly, only to see Adoris's breastplate shattered, bloodstains from many spears, and there was an egg-sized blood hole in the center of his face. It is totally unrecognizable and terrible...

"Ah!" Cloto Kataks couldn't help screaming when he saw it suddenly, and then closed his eyes in pain, but he opened them again soon, and his hands touched the face of the dead without hesitation.