Agesilaus let out a sigh, his face was a little pale, and he said in a distracted voice: "Quick! Blow the trumpet of retreat! ”

The guards were stunned: "How can we have a retreating trumpet?!" ”

Only then did Agosilaus come back to his senses, showing a wordless wry smile, for this battle, he made careful preparations, and even learned some beneficial practices of the Dionian army:

For example, the commander is not on the front line of the battle, but sits in the rear in order to fully understand and control the situation of the battle, of course, others are the commanders of the Spartan army, and if they want to do this suddenly, they will definitely be collectively despised by the Spartan soldiers as cowards, but Agosilaus is old and frail, so it is natural 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 reserves like Dionia, but neither the Spartan warriors nor the Greek mercenaries can accept not participating in the battle and watching all the time, so Agosilaus hit the Thracian light shield soldiers, in fact, the Tiger army is also his reserve......

But the Greek army, including Sparta, has always been the commander personally participated in the battle, once the army is arrayed and the soldiers begin to advance, the commander who is also in the battle formation has lost control of the entire army, like an arrow that shoots out, can only last until the end of the battle, how can there be a special trumpet for retreat. This was a decades-old tradition of warfare, and it was impossible for Agosilaus to add a trumpet on the fly, and it was impossible for the soldiers to adapt.

Agosilaus thought about drawing part of the Thracian ranks and returning to the left flank to help, but remembering the resentment of the Thracians just now, he felt that they would most likely refuse to obey such orders.

By now, Agosilaus found that he had become powerless against the development of the whole battle, and he stood there for a moment, 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! ”

Agosilaus finally made up his mind, abandoned the mercenaries in the center and on the left, and hurried to stay with his warriors, and guide them to escape safely back to Sparta as they could.

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Agosilaus was not wrong in his judgment. Ever since Oliver knew that the enemy he was facing was not a real Spartan warrior, he felt that he had been fooled, and ordered the trumpeter to continue to blow the trumpet of the attack, and personally roamed the rear of the army, shouting to encourage the soldiers to intensify their attacks, so that these enemies who pretended to be Spartan warriors knew the power of the Fourth Legion.

Inspired by the Legion Commander, the soldiers of the Fourth Legion attacked more fiercely, and the soldiers at the forefront even threw away their bayonet guns and armed themselves with short swords to engage in a more intimate fight with the enemy.

The left flank of the Spartan army was made up of heavy infantry from Ionia and the city-states of Asia Minor, and it was impossible to merge into one with a unified Spartan warrior's outfit, they lacked tacit understanding in the battle, but it was the first time to fight with the Ionian legionnaires, the skilled sword and shield combination skills of the Dionian legionnaires made it difficult for these mercenaries to cope in the battle, the casualties were increasing, and the whole front began to crumble, just barely supported by the super thick columns.

The heavy infantry in the formation were sensitive, and the panic spread rapidly on the left flank of the entire Spartan army, and the initial sporadic rout did not take long to become the collapse of the entire left flank.

"Commander, we have won! We were the first to defeat the enemy! The staff officer said excitedly.

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

The collapse of Sparta's left flank eventually turned into a rout of the entire army.

Although the Theban coalition won the battle of Leuctra, they did not achieve much, because they quickly returned to their camps after the victory, but the Dionian army had always had a tradition of expanding the results after the victory, and Crotocartaz, at the suggestion of Printors, also sent heralds to inform the commanders of the legions, asking them to urge the legions to continue the pursuit and destroy the Spartan warriors as much as possible.

The Macedonian cavalry, which had been repulsed by the 1st Cavalry Corps, had always shown tenacity, and as soon 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 remain in pursuit and unable to escape to support the troops fighting on the battlefield.

Now, the entire battlefield was full of routs on the Spartan side, and the Macedonian cavalry finally stopped being entangled and really fled away, and the First Cavalry Regiment also joined the team that pursued the routs with confidence.

The pursuit continued until the rout finally fled 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 was already dusk, the sun had exhausted its strength, and was slowly falling into the western mountains, its bleak, heatless afterglow shone on the Tigoya Plain, and the beautiful countryside with red wheat and green, birds and butterflies was now full of corpses and blood, and the screams of the wounded soldiers on the ground and the cries of the crows hovering in the sky were intertwined, adding a bit of gloom and desolation.

Klotocatax was in a good mood, and his Dionian army won the battle, although most of the orders came from Printors' advice, so he listened carefully to the staff officer Mukru's report on the results of this battle with a slight smile: "The Spartan army left 2,150 corpses on the battlefield, of which 482 were Spartan warriors—"

"How can you tell if they're Spartans?" Klotocatax asked curiously.

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

Klotocatax nodded abruptly.

"5,417 prisoners were also captured, of whom 2,900 had injuries ranging from severity to severity." Mukru looked at the counting planks and continued: "Among them, 921 captives were Spartans, and more than 300 Helots......"

"In other words, the Spartans have lost nearly 1,500 warriors, which is a lot of money, and it will be much easier for us to attack the Spartan territory in the future." Plains said this, but instead of frowning, he said with a serious expression: "Let's talk about our losses." ”

"Uh......" Mukru looked at the plank and whispered, "...... Well, we've lost 1,560 soldiers and nearly 1,500 wounded, and now the paramedics are making emergency care—"

"Such a large casualty?!" Klotocatax exclaimed.

"The casualties were mainly from the First Legion, which was flanked by Spartan warriors and Tegeya soldiers in pursuit of the 'rout'—" Mukru was explaining when he was abruptly interrupted by Klotocatax: "My brother...... Captain of the 3rd Brigade of the 1st Legion, Adorys...... What do you think? Are you alright?! ”

Knowing that the First Legion was facing real Spartan warriors and being flanked from the front and back, Klotocatax was always worried about the safety of Adores, but he remembered his father's admonition: "Don't show favoritism on the battlefield." Therefore, he could only suppress this worry for the time being, and now that he learned that the First Legion had suffered heavy casualties, he finally couldn't help but ask.

"Your Highness...... Mukru didn't dare to remove Klotocatax's concerned gaze, but turned his head to look at Printors, and whispered with extreme difficulty: "...... Captain Adoris died heroically in battle......"

As soon as he spoke, Clotoka Tuxton felt a dizziness in his head, and his whole body fell under the horse.

"Your Highness!" Prepared, Printors hurriedly held him up.

"Where's my brother?! I'm going to see him! Crotocartaks pulled Printors away and said eagerly, with tears in his voice.

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Klotocatax hobbled past the rows of neatly arranged bodies of Ionian soldiers, feeling that time was incomparably long, and he asked more than once eagerly: "Why hasn't it arrived yet?!" Why hasn't it arrived yet?! ……”

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

Klotocatax's heart was shocked, and he fixed his eyes: a corpse was lying not far away, unusually, it was still covered with a white cloth, and Adolis could not be seen, and next to the corpse stood several officers of the First Legion, such as Chemisus.

Klotocatax ignored the salute of Kritsus and the others, and walked over with heavy steps, slowly crouching down, his fingers trembling, about to lift the white cloth.

"Your Highness, Adoris has been badly damaged and his face is badly damaged...... You still don't want to watch it......" Ketissus on the side dissuaded in a low voice.

Crotocatacasses' heart trembled, but he lifted the white cloth more firmly, only to see Adores' breastplate shattered, blood stained by multiple spears, and in the center of his face there was a bloody hole the size of an egg, which was unrecognizable and extremely terrifying......

"Ahh Crotocatax couldn't help but scream at the sudden sight, and immediately closed his eyes in pain, but he quickly opened them again, and his hands touched the face of the deceased without hesitation.