v9 Chapter 132： Bad news

Agassius breathed out, his face pale, and he said absently: "Quick! Blow the retreating bugle!"

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

Agsilaus came back to this moment and showed a silent smile. For this battle, he made careful preparations and even learned some useful practices of the Dionysian army:

For example, the commander does not come to the front of the battle front, but sits behind the town in order to fully understand and control the situation. Of course, other people serve as Spartan army commanders. If they do this suddenly, they will be despised by the Spartan fighters. It is a coward, but Agsilaus is old and weak, so it is natural to sit in the rear;

For another example, if you want to control the situation and respond to emergencies, you must keep a reserve team like Dionysia, but neither Spartan soldiers nor Greek mercenaries can accept that they have not participated in the battle and have been Onlookers, so Agsilaus hit his mind on the Thracian Light Shield soldiers. In fact, the Tagya army is also his reserve team...

However, the local Greek army, including Sparta, has always been a commander who personally participated in the battle. Once the army is lined up and the soldiers start to advance, the commander who is also in the battle line has lost control of the entire army, as if It is an arrow that is shot out and can only continue until the end of the battle. How can there be a retreat bugle. This is a decades-old tradition of warfare. Agsilaus cannot temporarily add a trumpet, nor can the soldiers adapt.

Agsilaus thought about transferring some from the Thracians' team and returning to the left to rescue, but remembering the resentment of the Thracians just now, he felt that they would probably refuse to obey such orders.

Up to now, Agsilaus found that he was helpless about the development of the whole battle. He stood for a moment, suddenly bent down and grabbed the cane beside the wooden chair, Shen Sheng said: "Go! Let's go to the right wing!"

Agsilaus finally made up his mind to abandon the mercenaries on the center and the left, and rushed to stay with his fighters, guiding them as safe as possible to flee back to Sparta.

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There is nothing wrong with Agassius' judgment. After Oliver knew that his enemy was not a real Spartan warrior, he felt that he had been fooled, ordered the trumpeter to continue to sound the offensive bugle, and personally walked behind the formation, inspiring the soldiers to strengthen Attack, let these counterfeit Spartan warriors know the power of the Fourth Army.

Encouraged by the head of the legion, the soldiers of the Fourth Legion attacked more violently. The soldiers at the forefront even threw out the bayonet and carried a short sword to fight with the enemy more closely.

The left wing of the Spartan formation is made up of heavy infantry from Ionia and Lesser Asiatic city states. It is impossible to fuse together in a uniform Spartan warrior costume. They are already in battle. Lack of tacit understanding, but it was the first time to fight with the soldiers of the Dionysian Army. The skilled sword and shield combination of the Dionysian soldiers made it difficult for these mercenaries to cope with the battle. The casualties were increasing and the entire front began. Shaky, just barely supported by the super thick column.

Tigtus led the mountain reconnaissance brigade on the flanks, which was the last straw that overwhelmed the camel. Traditional Greek heavy infantry had strong defense in frontal combat, but the most feared thing was the attack from the rear. The infantry were wearing Corinthian helmets, with a narrow field of vision and weakened hearing, so the nerves became sensitive. When the wind and grass moved, they would be imaginative. When the panic spread quickly across the left wing of the Spartan formation, the initial sporadic collapse It didn't take long for the entire left to collapse.

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

"There is nothing to be proud of. What we defeated is an army of fake Spartan warriors." Oliver said modestly, but a smile appeared on his face.

The collapse of the Spartan left wing eventually evolved into the defeat of the whole army.

Although the Thebes coalition won during the Battle of Ruktra, the results were not too many, because after the victory they quickly retreated to the camp, but the Dionysian army has always had a tradition of expanding the results after the victory of the battle. And, at the suggestion of Prentals, Kloto Kataks also dispatched heralds to inform the heads of the legions, and asked them to urge the legions to continue their pursuit and destroy the Spartans as much as possible.

The Macedonian cavalry who had previously been repulsed by the First Cavalry Corps had always been very tough. As soon as the Dionysian cavalry stopped chasing, they immediately stopped fleeing and made a gesture to return to the battlefield, forcing the First Cavalry Corps to have to pursue forever. The state cannot be separated to support the troops fighting on the battlefield.

Now, the entire battlefield is full of broken soldiers on the Spartan side. The Macedonian cavalry finally no longer entangled and really escaped. The First Cavalry Corps also joined the team to pursue the broken soldiers with confidence.

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

At this time, it was already dusk, the sun had exhausted its strength, and it was slowly falling into the mountains on the west side. Its bleak, non-heating afterglow shining on the Plain of Taqya, the original flowers red wheat green, birds and butterflies flying beautifully The pastoral is now full of corpses and blood, and the screams of wounded soldiers on the ground are intertwined with the crows of the crows circling in the sky, adding a bit of gloom and desolation.

Kloto Kataks was in a good mood. The Dionysian army he led won the battle. Although most of the orders came from Printols’ suggestions, he smiled a little. , Carefully listened to the results of this battle reported by the staff officer Mukru: "The Spartan army left 2150 bodies on the battlefield, of which 482 were Spartan soldiers—"

"How to tell if they are Spartan fighters?" Crotocatax asked curiously.

"His Royal Highness, it is their tradition for Spartan warriors to wear red robes and long braids. Although they changed their costumes in this battle, the long braids were not reduced." Printols explained.

Kroto Kataks nodded suddenly.

"5417 captives were also captured, of which 2900 had injuries ranging in severity." Mukru looked at the statistics board and continued: "Of these, 921 captives are Spartans, and more than 300 blacks Laos..."

"That is to say, the Spartans lost nearly 1,500 fighters, which is not a small number, and then we will be much easier to attack the Spartan territory." Printos said that, But instead of raising his eyebrows, he said seriously: "Tell us about our losses."

"Uh..." Mukruk glanced at the board and said softly: "...Uh, we killed 1,560 soldiers in total, and nearly 1,500 wounded. Now the medical personnel are in emergency rescue--"

"Such casualties?!" Crotocatax exclaimed.

"The casualties mainly came from the First Army. In the process of pursuing the "broken soldiers", they were attacked by Spartan soldiers and Taggia soldiers before and after-"Mukru is explaining, and Klotokatak Suddenly interrupted: "My brother... Adoris, the third captain of the 1st Legion...how? How are you?"

When he learned that the First Army was facing a real Spartan soldier, and was hit back and forth, Crotokatax had been worried about the safety of Adoris, but he kept his father's warning in mind: "On the battlefield, there can be no favors." Therefore, this worry can only be temporarily suppressed in my heart. Now that he knows that the First Army is suffering heavy casualties, he can't help but ask.

"Your Highness..." Mukruk didn't dare to lift Kloto Kataks' attention, but turned to Printos, whispering extremely difficultly: "...the heroic battle of Captain Adoris died……"

As soon as the words came out, Croto Cataxton felt a dizzy head, and the whole body fell under the horse.

"Your Highness!" The prepared Prentals hurriedly supported him.

"Where's my brother?! I'm going to see him!" Crotokatax dialed Printols, said anxiously, with a crying voice in his voice.

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Crotokatax walked staggering through the rows of neatly placed Dionysian soldiers, feeling the time is extremely long, he asked more than once anxiously: "Why not yet? not here?!……"

Finally, UU reads www. The first army team officer leading the way in front of uukanshu.com stopped and said heavily: "This is the remains of Captain Adoris..."

Kroto Kataks was shocked, and looked closely: a corpse was lying not far away, and the difference was that it was covered with a white cloth, could not see the face of Adoris, and stood beside the corpse. He was waiting for several officers of the First Legion.

Crotocatax ignored the salute of Ketisus and others, he walked over heavily, squatted slowly, his fingers trembling, and he would lift the white cloth.

"His Royal Highness, Adoris is badly damaged, and his face is badly damaged... You still don't want to watch it..." Kertius urged aside.

Krotoka Takse shuddered in his heart, but opened the white cloth more firmly, and saw the broken breastplate of Adoris, many blood marks stabbed, and there was a blood hole big in the middle of his face. It's unrecognizable and terrifying...

"Ah!" Croto Kataks could not help but screamed and closed his eyes in pain, but he quickly opened it again, his hands touching the dead man's face without hesitation.

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