ancient greece mediterranean ruler

Chapter 1182 Bad news

Agesilaus let out a long breath, his face looked a little pale, and he said absently: "Quick! Sound the retreat bugle!"

The guard was stunned: "How can we have a retreat signal?!"

Only then did Agesilaus come back to his senses, showing a speechless wry smile. For this battle, he made careful preparations, and even learned some useful practices of the Dionysian army:

For example, the commander does not go to the front line of the battle line, but sits in the rear in order to fully understand and control the battle situation. Of course, other people serve as commanders of the Spartan army. If they suddenly do this, they will definitely be collectively despised by the Spartan warriors. He was a coward, but since Agesilaus was old and frail, it was natural for him to sit in the rear;
For another example, if you want to control the situation of the battle and deal with emergencies, you must have a reserve team like Dionia, but neither the Spartan soldiers nor the Greek mercenaries can accept that they will not participate in the battle during the battle. On the sidelines, Agesilaus decided to focus on the Thracian light shield soldiers. In fact, the Tegea army can also be regarded as his reserve team...

However, in the Greek mainland army, including Sparta, the commanders have always participated in the battles personally. Once the army is arrayed and the soldiers start to advance, the commander who is also in the battle array has lost control of the entire army, as if It's an arrow that is shot out and can only last until the end of the battle. How can there be a special bugle call for retreat?This was a war tradition for decades. Agesilaus could not temporarily add a trumpet sound, and it was impossible for the soldiers to adapt.

Agesilaus thought about detaching some of the Thracian troops and returning to the left wing for rescue, but remembering the grievances of the Thracians just now, he felt that they would probably refuse to obey such an order again.

Up to now, Agesilaus found that he was powerless to the development of the whole battle situation. He stood there for a while, then suddenly bent down and grabbed the crutch beside the wooden chair, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go! Let's go to the right wing!"

Agesilaus finally made up his mind, abandoned the mercenaries in the center and left wing, and rushed to stay with his warriors, trying his best to guide them, who were about to be defeated, to escape safely back to Sparta.

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Agesilaus was right in his judgment.Since Olivers knew that the enemy he was facing was not a real Spartan warrior, he felt that he had been fooled. He ordered the trumpeter to continue to blow the attack bugle, and personally walked behind the army formation, loudly encouraging the soldiers to strengthen. Attack and let these enemies pretending to be Spartans know how powerful the Fourth Army is.

Encouraged by the legion commander, the soldiers of the Fourth Legion attacked more fiercely. The soldiers at the forefront even threw away their bayonet and held short swords to fight more closely with the enemy.

The left wing of the Spartan army is composed of heavy infantry from the city-states of Ionia and Asia Minor. It is impossible to integrate them into one body with the uniform of a Spartan warrior. Lack of tacit understanding, but it is the first time to fight against the soldiers of the Dionia Legion. The skillful sword and shield combination of the soldiers of the Dionia Legion makes it difficult for these mercenaries to cope with the battle. Casualties are increasing. It was crumbling, barely supported by the extra-thick columns.

The fierce attack on the flanks led by Taegtus led the mountain reconnaissance group was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The traditional Greek heavy infantry had strong defenses in frontal combat, but what they feared most was the attack from the rear. The heavy infantry in the array Because the infantrymen wore Corinthian helmets, their vision was narrow and their hearing was weakened, so their nerves became sensitive. Whenever there was any disturbance, their imaginations would start to wander. When panic spread quickly throughout the left wing of the Spartan army formation, the first sporadic retreats began. It didn't take long for the entire left to collapse.

"Legion Commander, we have won! We defeated the enemy first!" the staff officer said excitedly.

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

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

Although the Theban coalition won during the Battle of Leuctra, they did not achieve many results because they quickly withdrew their troops and returned to camp after the victory. However, the Dionysian army has always had a tradition of expanding its results after winning the battle. , and Clotokatax, at the suggestion of Printors, also sent messengers to inform the commanders of each legion, asking them to urge each legion to continue the pursuit and eliminate as many Spartan warriors as possible.

The Macedonian cavalry, which had been repelled by the First Cavalry Corps, had always been very tenacious. As long as the Dionysian cavalry stopped chasing, they immediately stopped fleeing and made a gesture of returning to the battlefield, forcing the First Cavalry Corps to be in pursuit all the time. state, unable to escape to support the troops fighting on the battlefield.

Now, the entire battlefield was filled with the defeated troops of Sparta. The Macedonian cavalry finally stopped entangled and truly fled away. The First Cavalry Corps also safely joined the team chasing the defeated troops.

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

At this time, it is already dusk, the sun has exhausted its energy and is slowly falling into the mountains in the west. Its pale, heatless afterglow shines on the Taigea plain, which was originally beautiful with red flowers and green wheat, birds singing and butterflies flying. The countryside is now littered with corpses and blood. The screams of injured soldiers on the ground are intertwined with the cries of crows hovering in the sky, adding a bit of gloom and desolation.

Clotokatax was in a good mood. The Dionian army he led won the battle. Although most of the orders came from Printors' suggestions, he smiled a bit. , Listening carefully to the staff officer Muklu's report on the results of this battle: "The Spartan army left 2150 corpses on the battlefield, of which 482 were Spartan soldiers—"

"How can you tell they are Spartans?" Clotokatax asked curiously.

"Your Highness, it is their tradition for Spartan warriors to wear red robes and grow long braids. Although they changed their attire during this battle, the long braids have not been lost." Printors explained at the side.

Clotokatax nodded suddenly.

"5417 prisoners were also captured, 2900 of whom had injuries ranging from minor to severe." Muklu looked at the statistics board and continued: "921 of the prisoners were Spartans, and more than 300 blacks. Lao Shi…”

"That is to say, the Spartans lost nearly 1500 soldiers, which is a large number. It will be much easier for us to attack the Spartan territory next." Having said this, Printors said, But he did not relax his brows, but said seriously: "Tell us about our losses."

"Uh..." Muklu looked at the wooden board and said softly: "...Uh, we have killed a total of 1560 soldiers and nearly 1500 were injured. Medical staff are now providing emergency rescue-"

"Such a huge casualty?!" Crotokatax exclaimed.

"The casualties mainly came from the First Legion. In the process of chasing the 'broken troops', they were attacked from the front and back by Spartan warriors and Tegea soldiers -" Muklu was explaining, and was interrupted by Clotokatak Si suddenly interrupted: "How is my brother...the third captain of the First Legion, Adoris...? Are you okay?!"

When he learned that the First Legion was facing real Spartan warriors and was being attacked from both sides, Clotokatax had been worried about the safety of Adoris, but he kept his father's warning in mind: "You can't be selfish on the battlefield." Therefore, he could only suppress this worry in his heart for the time being. Now that he learned that the First Army Corps suffered heavy casualties, he finally couldn't help but ask.

"Your Highness..." Muklu did not dare to remove Crotokatax's concerned gaze. Instead, he turned to look at Printors and whispered with great difficulty: "...Captain Adoris's heroic battle died……"

As soon as the words came out, Clotoka Taxun felt dizzy, and his whole body fell down from the horse.

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

"Where is my brother?! I want to go see him!" Clotokatax pushed Printors away and said urgently, with a cry in his voice.

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Clotokatax staggered past the rows of neatly arranged remains of Dionian soldiers. It felt like time was extremely long. He asked eagerly more than once: "Why haven't you arrived yet?! Why haven't you arrived yet?" not here?!……"

Finally, the First Army officer leading the way stopped and said in a heavy tone: "This is the body of Captain Adoris..."

Clotokatax was shocked and looked intently: a corpse was lying not far away. What was different was that it was covered with a white cloth. Adoris's face could not be seen. He was still standing next to the corpse. Along with Ctissus and several other officers of the First Legion.

Clotokatax ignored the salutes of Ctissus and others. He walked over with heavy steps, slowly squatted down, and with trembling fingers, he was about to lift the white cloth.

"Your Highness, Adoris was severely injured and his face was severely damaged... You'd better not look at it..." Ctissus on the side discouraged him in a low voice.

Clotokatax's heart trembled, but he lifted the white cloth more firmly, only to see Adoris' broken breastplate, multiple blood marks from spear stabs, and a blood hole as big as an egg in the center of his face. The result is beyond recognition and extremely terrifying...

"Ah!" Clotokatax couldn't help screaming when he saw it suddenly, and immediately closed his eyes in pain, but he opened them again quickly, stroking the dead man's face with both hands without hesitation.

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