Efiarte quickly drew his short sword and hid his body under the long shield, dodging the bayonet stabs and saber swings of the enemies in front of him, while his teammates on the right also grabbed the enemy when he fell to the ground, and squeezed forward to his side, fighting side by side with him, while also shattering the shield wall in front of the enemy.

At the moment when the rabbit fell just now, Ephiarte injured two people in a row.

In close combat, the combination of the long shield and short sword of the Dionian legion infantry was significantly more dangerous than the combination of the round shield and the saber of the Syracuse heavy infantry, after all, the Greek saber had a certain degree of bending, which was more suitable for slashing than a straight stab, and the round shield did not protect the whole body as well as the long shield. The people of Syracuse had to be more focused, as the sharp tip of the sword would occasionally stab through the gap between the shields, and they would be injured if they were not careful.

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On the left flank of the coalition forces, the militias of Crotone, known for their wrestling and boxing, continued to unleash their ferocity.

Although Phoebidas thickened the array on the right flank of Syracuse, he could not increase the number of soldiers he led, so under the pressure of the Crotone, the right flank of Syracuse slowly retreated as a whole, making the arc of the formation more and more curved.

But according to the tradition of the Spartans, Feibida is standing in the front of the phalanx to fight with the enemy, even if he feels that the situation is a little bad, he can't leave the array to make some arrangements to change the situation on the field, he can only hope that the mercenary cavalry can faithfully carry out the plan before the battle, in fact, the mercenaries of Syracuse, the mercenary cavalry, have already begun to act.

In the face of such an exciting battle, the more belligerent Numibian and Celtic cavalry had long been eager to try.

With a roar, about 2,000 Numibian cavalry galloped out after him.

They gradually formed a slender column in the gallop, quickly swept over the outside of the coalition cavalry, let out a strange roar, and threw javelins at the coalition cavalry.

The allied light infantry immediately fired arrows at the enemy cavalry.

Because the Numibian cavalry rushed forward in a single column diagonally, and the formation was loose, and in the rapid movement, there were not too many people who fell by arrows, while many coalition cavalry were stabbed by javelins at the same time.

The coalition cavalry began to agitate, and Sobkos repeatedly beckoned them to stay calm.

When Ashirita led the Numibian cavalry in a big circle, turned back from the dust and mist, and was about to carry out another round of javelin throwing, many of the allied cavalry finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed head-on.

They took the lead, and the other cavalry followed suit.

Sobkos could not be stopped at all, although he was the temporary commander of the coalition cavalry, but the Dionian cavalry did not make up the majority of the entire coalition cavalry, only 500 cavalry. Moreover, in the minds of the Greeks, cavalry was the prerogative of the nobility, an arena for individual bravery, and its organization was always loose, so how could they obey the orders of Sobisocus.

It soon became apparent that only the Dionian cavalry and the coalition's nearly 4,000 light infantry were still standing in place.

A smile appeared on Ashirita's face when she saw the coalition cavalry pounce on her.

He nimbly manipulated the reins of his horse, quickly turning the forward horse into a diagonal gallop forward, and then turned east to speed up the retreat. Because he was at the head of the team, the Numibian cavalry behind could see his movements, and immediately followed suit, and the whole Numibian cavalry turned around and ran east.

The allied cavalry thought that the enemy was fleeing and urged the horses to chase after them.

Sobox is in a dilemma: is it to catch up? Or stay-at-home?

A few hundred meters away from the dusty fog, there seemed to be enemy cavalry watching from the opposite side, but Soberkos, as the commander of the coalition cavalry, if he did not act with the cavalry of the other city-states, then he would be ashamed of Dionia's strength as the leader of the southern Italian alliance, and he was suspected of sitting back and watching the defeat of the coalition cavalry and not going to the rescue.

Sobkos thought and thought, and finally made a painful decision. He first explained to the light infantry commanders, telling them to keep an eye on the remaining cavalry on the opposite side. Then he led 500 Dionian cavalry to rush in the direction of the pursuit of the coalition cavalry.

Soon after the departure of the Dionian cavalry, the light infantry of the coalition heard the rumbling of horses' hooves, accompanied by a terrifying roar, as if thousands of drum hammers were beating the drums, and the whole ground trembled.

"Shoot the arrows! Hurry up and release the arrows!! ......" the commander of the coalition light infantry shouted anxiously.

Never before had the light infantry seen cavalry charge at them at such a high speed, in a dense wide frontage, desperately cutting through the dust and mist on such uneven ground. The pursuit of extreme speed, the momentum of not fearing life and death, frightened them into numbness, hurriedly shot arrows, turned around and fled.

The Celtic cavalry, active in the Po River valley in northern Italy, cut straight into the loose coalition light infantry like a sharp broadsword.

A neighing of horses was heard, and many Celts fell from their horses that had come to a stop, while the Allied light infantry were either stabbed with spears or knocked off by their horses, and more scattered and fled.

How could the bloodthirsty Celts easily let them go, drove their horses after them, stabbed down the fleeing enemies one by one, and then jumped off their horses, and according to the Celtic battle customs, cut off the heads of the stabbed soldiers one by one, and hung them on horseback......

Sobkos could never have imagined that the 4,000 Allied light infantry on which he had high hopes would be so quickly routed by the Celtic cavalry, which had only 800 cavalry. But at this moment, he didn't have the heart to think about the situation of these left-behind light infantry.

Pherisius originally chose to fight here, just to limit the cavalry of Syracuse, but now due to the rash attack of the coalition cavalry, the terrain has become their shackles, slowing down, someone falling off the horse is not a big problem, the most dangerous thing is that the Numibian cavalry is much more flexible than them in this terrain, they even like children, picking potholes and riding in uneven areas, and from time to time they also look back and throw javelins at the coalition cavalry that drives them.

From time to time, their teammates who were shot and fell from their horses thinned out the pursuit of the coalition cavalry and began to make them cringe.

However, after the Numibian cavalry saw that the allied cavalry did not pursue, they took the initiative to stick it up.

And Sobkos, who was hurrying in the rear, used his calmer mind to find dust and fog rising on both sides of the chaotic pursuit formation of the coalition cavalry, and immediately felt nervous: the enemy is trying to outflank the coalition cavalry!

"Let them retreat! Go and make them retreat!! Sobkos immediately urged the herald beside him.

Before the heralds could speed forward, the coalition cavalry had begun to retreat in panic.

They finally realized that their horsemanship was far inferior to that of the mercenary cavalry of Syracuse, and that they were in danger of being wiped out if they pursued them any further.

But how could the Numibians let their prey that was about to fall into the trap escape easily, although the net was not yet fully opened, Ahirita still sounded the horn.

The Numibian cavalry, unkempt and dressed only in rudimentary robes, with their horses so smooth that they lacked even cushions, immediately outflanked them from three directions at once, riding faster than the allied cavalry.

The allied cavalry ran back in panic like a bird caught in a net, and some even fell off their horses because they were too frightened, and were trampled into flesh by the running war horses.

This time, the Dionian cavalry instead ran at the forefront of the entire retreating and pursuing procession.

When Sobokos led them back to where they had been stationed, hoping that the 4,000 Coalition light infantry who remained there would be able to stop the enemy's pursuit, the Dionian cavalry was shocked by what they saw: the Coalition light infantry that had been arranged in the shape of geese no longer existed, only human corpses, horse corpses, and groaning wounded soldiers, and some topless natives (i.e., Celts) were pulling something in the corpse pile, and from time to time stabbing the wounded soldiers alive, and even cutting off their heads......

Seeing such a tragic scene, even the experienced Dionian cavalry felt palpitations.

When the Celts saw the cavalry coming, they turned on their horses and prepared to intercept them.

At such a critical moment, Sobex simply didn't have time to think too much.

"Head north! Head north! ......" Soberks waved his spear and pointed forward, he had only one thought in mind: to lure these terrible alien cavalry away before they would cause trouble for the whole battle.

Sobexos took the lead, and the Dionian cavalry led the frightened coalition cavalry to retreat towards the Kolache River.

The upper reaches of the Korache River were neither wide nor deep, but when Soberkos urged his horse to run down the sloping embankment, the front hooves of the war horse under his crotch suddenly slipped, and he was already tired and unable to hold the horse's neck, and was thrown to the ground by the frightened war horse.

"Bang!" Sobokos fell heavily to the ground, and he immediately felt a sharp pain in his leg, which almost made him faint, and he was already old and screamed: Oh no, my leg is broken!

He put his hands on the ground and tried to get himself up, but in vain, the pain worsened.

"Captain! Captain! ......" The Dionian cavalry saw Soberkos fall from his horse and immediately rushed anxiously towards him.

Their change of direction immediately hampered the advance of the cavalry in the rear, and the Dionian cavalry and the allied cavalry were entangled and crowded together on the banks of the river, so that the retreat of the cavalry in this area was almost at a standstill, and the men were shouting and neighing, and the enemy was rapidly approaching......

Sobkos endured the pain and shouted, "Leave me alone! Come on! Come on!! Don't let the flag ...... The flag fell into the hands of the enemy! That's an order!! ”

He shouted as he sat down on the ground and solemnly placed his right fist on his left chest.

Most of the Ionian cavalry, with tears in their eyes, returned the salute, then turned their horses around and charged into the Korache River.

A small number of cavalry still insisted on rushing forward, and at this moment, the javelins of the Numibian cavalry had already flown at them, and the first few cavalrymen immediately rolled off their horses.