Clearkus looked at the phalanx, which was obviously much thicker in the center of the enemy, and then looked at the formation on the left flank of the enemy that was longer than his own. Although he fully supported Cyrus Jr. from the very beginning, it did not mean that he would be obedient. He bluntly refused: "His Royal Highness, I think it is more secure to defeat the enemy's left flank first and flank the enemy's center."
"I know Artaxerxes, I know the Persian army, and I know your Greek phalanx! Trust me, my friend, your army will easily defeat Artaxerxes' middle army! Artaxerxes is defeated, he has No amount of troops is useless!" Little Cyrus persuaded.
Clearkus shook his head stubbornly: "Sorry, Your Highness! I will not expose the flanks of the phalanx to the enemy army!"
Little Cyrus frowned and stared at Clearkus, but there was no time for him to organize words to persuade the other party. As for forcibly giving orders, the other party is a mercenary, not his subordinate.
"Okay, just do as you say!" Little Cyrus turned his horse around. Suddenly, he pulled the reins and went back to the road.
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When the two armies were about 500 meters apart, the Greek soldiers began to chant Ares, the god of war, and marched forward.
By the time the carols were sung, the distance was less than 200 meters.
"Ares!!!" The soldiers shouted in unison and started jogging, and they ran faster and faster... The footsteps of "Boom! Boom! Boom!..." gathered by tens of thousands of Greek hoplites It's like the rolling thunder that gathers energy to cut through the dark night with lightning!
The Persian on the opposite side seemed to be completely frightened by the overwhelming steel torrent in front of him. As the Greek army got closer and closer, except for a few hob carts that rushed straight into the Greek army, accompanied by screams, twisted their stumps and broken their arms, and finally disappeared into silence, the others forgot to shoot arrows because of fear. , Forgot the vertical shield.
When the two armies were still more than ten meters apart, the Persians collapsed, and they turned and fled.
The Greeks did not expect victory to come so quickly, and they pursued the enemy even harder before they could vent their energy.
At the beginning, squad leaders like Hiros repeatedly reminded teammates: "Keep the formation, don't run too fast! Keep the formation..."
By the end, the line had completely dispersed, and all the Greeks were in the heat of pursuit.
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Little Cyrus in the middle did not expect the victory of the right wing to come so quickly, and was still a little stunned for a while.
"Long live Cyrus the Great!!!" The servants had already started waving their spears and chanting victory.
"His Royal Highness, are we going to follow the pursuit?" Artapates asked him for instructions.
He shook his head and looked straight ahead to his left.
He knew very well that only by killing that person would he be able to obtain that supreme crown.
"Send orders! Stop Arreus' left flank and prepare for defense!" Cyrus the Younger immediately gave an order. He knew very well in his heart that the most powerful troops on his side were the Greek mercenaries. Since the Greeks had already repelled the enemy's left flank, he didn't need to rush the left flank, which was obviously smaller than the enemy's, to confront the enemy's right flank. If there is a quick defeat, the battle will be troublesome. It is better to delay the time as much as possible and wait for the return of the Greek mercenaries who were chasing the routed army, then victory is guaranteed.
However, when he patiently waited for the enemy to come up, the opponent's middle lane stopped moving forward.
Soon, his face changed.
Because, the enemy's middle road began to split into two parts, the left part of which turned to the left rear.
"Not good! They want to attack the Greeks!!" Artapates shouted beside him.
If the Greek heavy armoured infantry, who were scattered in pursuit of the routed army, were attacked from the rear by the enemy, they were likely to be thrown into chaos, and the tide of the battle would be reversed.
"Artaxerxes, how dare you change formations on the battlefield, do you really think I have few cavalry and dare not take the initiative to attack!" Little Cyrus sneered, making a quick decision in his heart. He raised his spear and pointed forward: "Order the right wing to speed up! The cavalry will attack with me!!"
"His Royal Highness, please put on your helmet!" The attendant hurriedly handed over his helmet. Little Cyrus had already rushed out, and the attendants on the left and right hurriedly caught up and quickly escorted him in the center.
More than 800 cavalrymen formed a wedge-shaped formation and galloped towards the Persian King's Central Army.
The commander of the middle line of the Persian Army, Artagses, did not expect that the little Cyrus would dare to attack at this time, and hurriedly sent his cavalry forward to meet him. However, at this moment, the team was changing formation, and the mighty rotating infantry array blocked the passage of the cavalry, and it was hard to squeeze a thousand cavalry from the gap of the array.
A burst of people shouted the horse's neigh, and the cavalry defense line that the Persian army hastily put together was torn apart instantly.
Then, the little Cyrus' cavalry stabbed like a sharp knife into the back of the part of the Persian King's Central Army that was turning back.
Little Cyrus was brave and sturdy, and once hunted black bears alone. Things gather like like, people are divided into groups, and his cavalry and followers are also warriors. Facing the enemy with their backs on them, they don't even waste their spears (because there were no stirrups at that time, the cavalry on the move had to stab the enemy immediately. Let go, or you will be pushed off the horse by the reaction force), use the horsepower of the high-speed charge to break into the array and crush the enemy.
Affected by the collapse of the left flank, it was suddenly hit hard. The Persian infantry who bore the brunt began to flee, and the cavalry of Cyrus the younger took advantage of the situation to pursue and kill. But the little Cyrus could vaguely see the carriage that the Persian king was riding in the dust mist. It turned out that the main force on the left side of the Persian Central Army was defeated, forming a large gap, which naturally exposed the Persian king in the rear.
"Left!!" Little Cyrus swung his spear excitedly, bypassing the right wing of the Persian central army that came from the rescue, and slanted towards the Persian Queen's Army. Dozens of cavalry followed.
"Hurry up and form the formation! Protect the king!!" The Persian king's general, Artagses, shouted as he rushed the dozens of guard cavalry around him and took the lead in attacking him.
In the face of the swarming enemy cavalry, little Cyrus showed no fear. He took out his Greek saber, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, seized the opportunity, and used the spear in his right hand to pierce the long stab at Artagesius. The spear and the left-handed saber stretched out without any force, the two horses staggered and passed out, and Artages' neck was naturally cut by the Greek saber with the horsepower of the forward charge...
With his superb skills and equestrianism, the young Cyrus killed several people in a row. Soon, his cavalry caught up and blocked the other enemy cavalry for him. Between him and the Persian King Artaxerxes, there was only the circle of royal guards around the carriage, and he could even clearly see his brother's terrified face.
Thinking of his imprisoning himself, and thinking of him occupying the throne that should be his own (this is just a little Cyrus' imagination, the old Persian king never considered passing the throne to him), a anger burns in his chest: " Artaxerxes!" He roared, and threw the spear in his hand with all his might. In the exclamation, the spear passed through the gap between the royal guards like lightning and hit the Persian king's chest.
The King of Persia screamed and fell on the carriage.
Seeing the king of Persia fall, there was chaos in front of him. His anger finally vented out, and he laughed wantonly, as if he had obtained the Persian crown, but he did not hear the same eagerly shouting from the cavalry servants behind him: "Be careful, Your Highness! Be careful!!..."
The laughter stopped abruptly. A javelin flew out of the chaotic crowd and stabbed him in the eye socket.
He didn't say a word, and immediately fell over and got off his horse...