Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece Chapter 132: Bad news

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

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

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

For example, the commander does not go to the front line of the battle, but sits behind him in order to fully understand and control the battle. Of course, other people are the commanders of the Spartan army. They collectively despise them as cowards, but Agsilius is old and weak, so it is natural to sit behind;

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 not participating in the battle. Fighting and staying on the sidelines, so Agsilius took his idea to the Thracian light shield soldiers. In fact, the Taigeya army can be regarded as his reserve team...

But the native Greek army, including Sparta, has always been the commander 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. , Like an arrow shot out, can only last until the end of the battle, how could there be a special retreat bugle. This is the tradition of war for decades, Agsilius can’t temporarily add a trumpet, and the soldiers can’t adapt.

Agsilius thought about drawing a part from the Thracian team before returning to the left wing to 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 flank!" "

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 as far as possible to escape back to Sparta safely.

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Agsilous's judgment is 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 himself, loudly motivating the soldiers to strengthen. Attack, let these counterfeit Spartan enemies know how powerful the Fourth Army is.

Inspired by the commander of the legion, the soldiers of the Fourth Legion attacked more fiercely. The soldiers in the forefront even threw away their stabbing guns, armed with daggers, and carried out a closer fight with the enemy.

The left wing of the Spartan army is made up of heavy infantry from Ionian and Asiatic city-states. It is impossible to integrate into one with the uniform of a Spartan warrior. They are fighting. Nakamoto lacked tacit understanding, but it was the first time he fought against the soldiers of the Dionian Legion. The skillful sword and shield combined attack skills of the Dionian Legionnaires made it difficult for these mercenaries to deal with in the battle, and the casualties continued to increase. The whole line began to falter, only barely supported by the super-thick columns.

The attack on the flanks of the mountain reconnaissance brigade led by Tagus is the last straw that overwhelms the camels. The traditional Greek heavy infantry has strong defenses in frontal combat, but the most feared is the attack from the rear, which is located in the array. Because the heavy infantry in China wears Corinthian helmets, their vision is narrow and their hearing is weak, their nerves become sensitive. Whenever there is a turmoil, they will have their imaginations. When the panic spread rapidly across the left flank of the Spartan army, the beginning It didn't take long for the sporadic rout to become the collapse of the entire left wing.

"Leader, we are victorious! We are the first to defeat the enemy!" the staff officer said excitedly.

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

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

Although the Thebes won during the Battle of Leuktra, they did not get too many results, because after the victory they quickly returned to the camp, but the Dionian army has always expanded after the victory. The tradition of fighting results, and under the suggestion of Plintors, Cloto Catax also sent a messenger to inform the commanders of the corps, so that they can urge the corps to continue their pursuit and eliminate the Spartans as much as possible.

The Macedonian cavalry who had been repelled by the 1st Cavalry Corps had always been very tough. As long as the Dionian cavalry stopped pursuing, they immediately stopped fleeing and made a gesture of returning to the battlefield, forcing the 1st Cavalry Corps to have to Has been in a state of pursuit, unable to leave to support the troops fighting on the battlefield.

Now, the entire battlefield is full of routs from the Spartan side, and the Macedonian cavalry finally no longer entangled, and really flees away, and the First Cavalry Corps can safely join the team of 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. The beautiful countryside of flying is now full of dead bodies 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 touch of gloom and desolation.

Klotokatax was in a good mood. The Dionian army he led was victorious in the battle, although most of the orders came from Plintor’s advice, so he took With a little smile, I listened carefully to the results of this battle by Chief of Staff Mukru: "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 outfits in this battle, the long braids were not lost." Plintors explained to the side. road.

Clotokatax nodded suddenly.

"5417 prisoners were also captured, of which 2,900 had injuries of varying severity." Mukru looked at the statistics plank and continued: "Of these, 921 prisoners were Spartans, and there were 300. Many Black Rollers..."

"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 much easier." Plintors said. I said so, but did not stretch my brows, but said solemnly: "Tell us about our losses."

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

"Such a casualty?!" Croto Kataks exclaimed.

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

When I learned that the First Army was facing a real Spartan fighter and was flanked back and forth, Cloto Kataks was always worried about Adoris’s safety, but he kept his father in mind. The warning: "You can't favor favoritism on the battlefield." Therefore, he can only temporarily suppress this worry in his heart. Now that the First Army has suffered heavy casualties, he finally couldn't help but ask.

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

As soon as the voice came out, Cloto Catxton felt dizzy on his head, 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 pushed Printors away and said eagerly, crying in his voice.

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Clotokatax faltered past the neatly arranged rows of the remains of Dionian soldiers, feeling that the time was extremely long, and he eagerly asked more than once: "Why hasn't it arrived yet?" ! Why hasn't it arrived yet?!......"

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

Clotokatax's heart was shocked, and he looked intently: a corpse was lying not far away, and the difference was that it was covered with a white cloth, and you could not see Adoris’s face. There were several officers of the First Legion, such as Ktisus, standing beside him.

Clotokatax ignored the salutes of Ketisus and others. He walked over with heavy steps, slowly squatted down, his fingers trembling, and he was 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..." Ketisus whispered to the side to discourage him.

Clotokatax's heart trembled, but he lifted the white cloth more firmly, only to see Adoris's breastplate shattered, bloodstains from multiple gun stabs, and there was an egg-sized egg in the center of his face. The blood hole makes it totally unrecognizable and terrible...

"Ah!" Cloto Kataks screamed when he saw it suddenly, and then closed his eyes in pain, but he opened them again quickly, and his hands touched the dead without hesitation. Face.