Chapter 132 Bad News
Agesilaus let out a breath, his face paled, and he said absently, "Quick! Sound the bugle for retreat!"
The guard was stunned: "How can we have a bugle to retreat?!"
Only then did Agasilaus come back to his senses, showing a wordless 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, but sits in the rear in order to fully understand and control the battle situation. Of course, other people are the commanders of the Spartan army. If they do this suddenly, they will be despised by the Spartans collectively. For the coward, but Agesilaus is old and frail, it is natural to sit in the rear;
For another example, in order to control the war situation and deal with emergencies, it is necessary to keep 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. Watching on the sidelines, that's why Agesilaus put his idea on the Thracian light shield soldiers. In fact, the Taigean army can be regarded as his reserve...
But in the Greek mainland army, including Sparta, the commander has always participated in the battle in person. Once the army is formed and the soldiers start to advance, the commander who is also in the battle has lost control of the entire army, as if It was an arrow that was shot, and it could only last until the end of the battle. How could there be a bugle for retreat. It was a decades-old tradition of warfare, and it was impossible for Agesilaus to temporarily add a horn, nor for the soldiers to adapt.
Agesilaus thought about withdrawing some from the Thracian team 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 this order.
By now, Agesilaus found that he was powerless to the development of the whole battle situation. He stood for a while, then suddenly bent down and grabbed the crutches beside the wooden chair, and said in a deep voice: "Go! Let's go to the right wing!"
Agesilaus finally made up his mind, abandoned the mercenaries in the middle and left, rushed to stay with his soldiers, and tried to guide them, who were about to be defeated, to escape back to Sparta safely.
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Agesilaus' judgment was not wrong. Ever since Olivers knew that the enemy he was facing was not a real Spartan, he felt that he had been fooled, and ordered the trumpeter to keep blowing the bugle of the attack, and personally walked behind the army, shouting to encourage the soldiers to strengthen. Attack, let these fake Spartan enemies know the power of the Fourth Legion.
Inspired by the legion commander, the soldiers of the Fourth Legion attacked even more fiercely. The soldiers at the forefront even threw away their stab guns and held short swords to fight more closely with the enemy.
The left flank of the Spartan army was made up of heavy infantry from the city-states of Ionia and Asia Minor.
It is impossible to integrate into one with the uniform of a unified Spartan warrior. They lacked tacit understanding in battle, but it was the first time to fight against the Dionian Legionnaires, and the Dionysian Legionnaires were skilled. The combination of sword and shield made it difficult for these mercenaries to deal with the battle, and the casualties were increasing.
Tigertus led the mountain reconnaissance brigade on the flank slamming is the last straw that overwhelms the camel. The traditional Greek heavy infantry has a strong defense in frontal combat, but the most feared is the attack from the rear. Because the infantrymen wore Corinthian helmets, their vision was narrow, and their hearing was weakened, so their nerves became sensitive. Whenever there was trouble, they would make their imaginations run wild. When panic spread rapidly across the left flank of the entire Spartan army, the initial sporadically fled. It didn't take long for the entire left to collapse.
"Commander, we are victorious! We took the lead in defeating the enemy!" the staff officer said excitedly.
"There's nothing to be proud of, we just defeated an army of fake Spartans." Olivers said modestly, but there was a smile on his face.
The collapse of the Spartan left flank eventually turned into a rout of the entire army.
Although the Allied forces of Thebes won the battle of Leuctra, they did not achieve much, because they quickly returned to the camp after the victory, but the Dionysian army has always had a tradition of expanding the results after the victory of the battle. , and at the suggestion of Printols, Clotokatax also sent messengers to inform the commanders of the legions, asking them to urge the legions to continue to pursue and eliminate the Spartans as much as possible.
The Macedonian cavalry who had been repelled by the 1st Cavalry Corps had always been very tenacious. As long as the Dionian cavalry stopped chasing, they immediately stopped fleeing and made a gesture of returning to the battlefield, forcing the 1st Cavalry Corps to keep pursuing. state, and cannot escape to support the troops fighting on the battlefield.
Now, the entire battlefield is full of rout soldiers from the Spartan side. The Macedonian cavalry finally stopped entanglement and really escaped. The First Cavalry Corps also joined the team chasing the rout soldiers with confidence.
The pursuit continued until the routed soldiers finally escaped into the mountains to the east, and 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 physical strength, and is slowly falling into the mountains to the west. Its bleak, heatless afterglow shines on the Taigea Plain. The pastoral field is now littered with corpses and blood, and the screams of wounded soldiers on the ground and the crows circling in the sky are intertwined, adding a bit of gloom and desolation.
Clotokatax was in a good mood. The Dionysian army he led won the battle, although most of the orders came from the advice of Plintos, so he smiled a little , listened carefully to Staff Officer Mukru's report on the results of this battle: "The Spartan army left 2,150 corpses on the battlefield, of which 482 were Spartan soldiers—"
"How to tell that they are Spartans?" Crotokatax asked curiously.
"His Royal Highness, it is their tradition for Spartans to wear red robes and have long braids. Although they changed their attire during this battle, the long braids have not been reduced." Plintors explained on the side.
Clotokatax nodded suddenly.
"5,417 prisoners were also captured, of which 2,900 were injured." Muklu looked at the statistical board and continued: "Among them, 921 prisoners were Spartans, and there were more than 300 black people. Lawrence..."
"In other words, the Spartans lost nearly 1,500 soldiers, which is not a small amount, and it will be much easier for us to attack the Spartan territory next." But instead of raising his brows, he said solemnly, "Tell me about our losses."
"Uh..." Muklu glanced at the board and said softly: "...Uh, we killed a total of 1,560 soldiers, and nearly 1,500 were injured. Now the medical staff are carrying out emergency medical care—"
"Such casualties?!" Clotokatax exclaimed.
"The casualties were mainly from the First Corps, who were attacked by Spartans and Taiga soldiers in the pursuit of the 'rout' -" Mukru was explaining, being attacked by Krotokatak Si suddenly interrupted: "My brother... Adoris, the third captain of the First Army... How is it? Are you okay?!"
When he learned that the First Army was facing real Spartans and was attacked from back and forth, Clotokatax was always worried about the safety of Adoris, but he kept his father's warning in mind: "You can't have favoritism on the battlefield." Therefore, he could only temporarily suppress this worry in his heart. Now that he learned that the First Army had suffered heavy casualties, he finally couldn't help but ask.
"His Royal Highness..." Muklu didn't dare to lift the concerned gaze of Clotokatax, but turned his head to look at Plintos, and whispered with extreme difficulty: "...The heroic battle of Captain Adoris died……"
As soon as the voice came out, Clotoka Taxton felt dizzy in his head, and his whole body fell under the horse.
"His Royal Highness!" Printols, who was prepared, hurriedly supported him.
"Where is my brother?! I'm going to see him!" Clotokatax said eagerly, with tears in his voice.
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Clotokatax staggered past the rows of neatly arranged remains of Dionian soldiers, feeling that the time was extremely long, and he asked eagerly more than once: "Why hasn't it arrived yet?! not here?!……"
Finally, the First Army Corps officer who was leading the way stopped and said in a heavy tone, "This is the body of Captain Adoris..."
Klotokatax was shocked and looked intently: a corpse was lying not far away, the difference was that it was covered with a white cloth, and Adoris could not be seen, and was still standing beside the corpse. With Ketisus and other officers of the First Army.
Clotokatax ignored the salutes from Ketisus and the others. He walked over with heavy steps, squatted down slowly, his fingers trembled, and he was about to lift the white cloth.
"His Royal Highness, Adoris has been severely injured and his face is severely damaged... You better not look at it..." Ctisus, who was on the side, urged in a low voice.
Clotokatax's heart trembled, but he lifted the white cloth more firmly, only to see Adoris' breastplate shattered, bloodstains from multiple spear stabs, and a blood hole the size of an egg in the center of his face. Unrecognizable and terrifying...
"Ah!" Clotokatax couldn't help screaming when he saw it suddenly, and immediately closed his eyes in pain, but he quickly opened it again, and his hands touched the face of the deceased without hesitation.
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