Melech al Z'Sar - To Rule Over This Land (A Carthaginian story)

[Comrade Alexeo]

Dictations of Shophet Protege Hamalcar son of Abdimiliki, 266 Stab

I'm told that it was a slaughter. Ah, my poor nephew...

I had just returned from a successful campaign in Sicilia, having finally seized Syrakousai and its valuable shipping lanes. My troops, most of them Greek mercenaries of one form or another, were just as eager as I was to return home to Kart-Hadast for a well-deserved furlough as I received new orders from Shophet Mago son of Abdimiliki.

As his son, Xanthippos, had been dispatched to reconsolidate western Africa from Numidian rule when I had departed to Sicilia, and thanks to our recent, if fragile, alliance with the Romans - apparently they consider the Epeirotes a greater threat - I was expecting orders to make a surprise assault on the Greeks; with those ports, we would control virtually all of Mediterranean sea trade!

It seems, however, that the Gods have a different plan for us...







Earlier that day
Kart-Hadast, Karthadestim capital

"Some victory celebration."
"Quiet you!"

Hamalcar son of Abdimiliki narrowed his eyes.

White banners...

The horses began to whinny and shuffle about. After a bumpy sea ride to Sicilia, long and fierce campaigning on the island and in the toe of Italia, followed by another bumpy sea ride home, the horses were in no mood to continue waiting in the hot sun of stab when they saw the walls of Kart-Hadast - shade, snacks, and blessed sleep were in store!

The Shophet Protege gently pet the head of his horse, Zeugos, and then popped his knees inwards into the torso. Instantly, Zeugos began to trot towards the gates of the city, the Army of the Mediterranean marching right behind.

***

"My liege, I, Hamalcar son of Abdimiliki, have returned to your court."
"Come now, no formalities needed amongst family, beloved brother!"

The brothers Mago and Hamalcar kissed each other's cheeks. Though born of the same father, Mago, the Shophet of Karthadestim, was 22 years older than Hamalcar, his Protege. And yet...

"By the gods, brother, you seem to have aged a decade! Even the sun does not create 60 year olds out of 50 year olds - have you been working in the fields?"

Hamalcar meant it as a jest, but Mago simply sighed.

"Why do I see white, brother? Why is the color of death all around me? Have I... have I failed you, Shophet?"

How could I have gone wrong? I took what I was asked to... Did my truce with the Romans anger him?

But Mago shook his head.

"No, no, your brilliant acheivements are not to be held against you. Indeed, they are a light in these dark times. I fear I have terrible news..."

"What is it, brother?"

"Your nephew... my son, Xanthippos... he has died."





Dictations of Shophet Protege Hamalcar son of Abdimiliki, 266 Stab

Oh! What a heavy weight I felt in my heart then!

Xanthippos son of Mago was my favorite of my nephews - not least because at times he seemed the most competent! I had noted with approval his appointment to lead the Army of Africa to clear the West of Numidian filth.

I learned later from Shophet Mago son of Abdimiliki that for several years, while I been leading most of our military in Sicilia, his son Xanthippos had been quite successful leading skilled cavalry mercenaries from Iberia against the Numidians, driving them from the desert and even capturing their capital at Kirtsan.

Trouble seems to have arisen after he took the city of Siga. The Numidians may be the bastards of the desert, but they certainly are skilled warriors, and he has suffered enough losses by now that he was forced to wait for reinforcements within the walls of Siga.

No sooner had my nephew entered the city when suddenly a force of Numidians, outnumbering him easily twice, besieged the city. Shophet Mago son of Abdimiliki told me that he had tried to organize a relief force, but was blocked by the last vestiges of Numidian garrison resistance near Kirtsan.

I was obviously unaware of all of this, being as I was occupied with the siege of Syrakousai. I would gladly have returned to Africa had I known but Shophet Mago son of Abdimiliki had decided that by the time I could be informed and return, it would be too late - and in the meantime, Syrakousai would remain an uncaptured port. I realize now that of course that was precisely the correct course of action, but it is a shame that it had to be so nonetheless.

While I was sieging, my nephew Xanthippos was besieged himself. Perhaps hoping that the Numidians would soon have to retire because of supply-line problems, he waited until there was no grain left in the granaries of Siga, at which point he knew that he must break out - or die.

Alas, die he did. He was at the head of some 630 or so Iberians, most of them cavalry skirmishers - which was, of course, playing right into the Numidian's accursed hands, who outnumbered him at least 700 men, according to estimates from one of our spies exploring the region. All were caught down in the hail of javelins even as Xanthippos son of Mago's men charged the Numidians. His father, Shophet Mago son of Abdimiliki, heard reports that Xanthippos himself was the last to die, fighting to the death among a horde of Numidian cavalrymen, but of course we have no way of knowing if that is true.

But one thing is certain: Greece shall to wait, for the Numidians must pay.





265 Abib
Kart-Hadast, Karthadestim capital

It was time to begin.

After reluctantly wintering in Kart-Hadast to reequip and retrain the Army of the Mediterranean, Shophet Protege Hamalcar son of Abdimiliki was ready to march on the Numidians.

Almost ready, at least.

***

"I must admit, brother, I am somewhat reluctant to march... the Interreggnum Pact is tenuous at best. The Getai certainly pose no threat to us, sitting in the Balkans, and I doubt the Spanish would try any treachery while I march towards the Iberian peninsular - though they're made enough to try it..."

"I am wary myself, but the Epeirotes should keep things stable long enough for you to conduct this operation. Our scouts from Rhegion report that Pyrrhus still has a large force in the south of Italia, so I doubt the Senate will dare to stretch themselves even further in a move against us, and the Koinon Hellenon are surely much too occupied with Pyrrhus and Makedon to bother with us - gods, our trade with them is probably all that sustains them!"

"True, brother, but..."

"Go, Hamalcar. Go and show me why you are my Protege. Bring our country revenge! Bring me my vengeance!"





Dictations of Shophet Protege Hamalcar son of Abdimiliki, 265 Kayits

Sometimes I wonder why the Numidians even bother.

Abib was a joke, in some ways. Two Numidian forces simply ran for the hills when I attempted to engage them. By now they've probably returned, but I am sure that Shophet Mago son of Abdimiliki will know as soon as they do, as my new watchtowers were erected for just that purpose.

Then there was the battle with that Numidian Theophanes Urso. The fool had taken to pillaging Mashiliem, and gotten too comfortable with hit. He had 1100 or so Numidians with him, but this time it was I who outnumbered the Numidians twice, and I've taken the lesson that my Greek mercenary peltasts, thanks to their shields and their swords, are more than a match than any rabble the Numidians can raise to heart. I walked away with, according to the official tally, 1870 men. The Numidians, after those citizens of Kart-Hadast who were both rich enough to possess horses and proud enough to join us when the Army of the Mediterranean set out, walked away with a dozen or so - nobody bothered to check just how many of them ran crying home to their wives.

And now, the sun is even brighter...

I admit, I hate kayits. The humidity rising off the sea is nigh-unbearable, no matter how many years I've lived by the coast. All for the better, though; perhaps the sun's rays have afflicted the Numidians with even greater-than-normal stupidity, for I easily swept aside their 500-odd man attack last week without a second thought.

Marching in this blasted heat is hardly uplifting to anyone with more than sand in their heads, but at least we, the Army of Mediterranean, can take comfort in knowing that Siga, where my poor nephew Xanthippos, son of Shothep Mago son of Abdimiliki, and the Army of Africa were slaughtered without mercy, is now just a short march away.

All are ready. We shall not fear defeat from the Numidian scum, for it is impossible. Instead, we will look forward, to victory!




TO BE CONTINUED...

[Ludens]

Excellent story!

[Warlord 11]

Very Nice!

[Comrade Alexeo]

Dictations of Shophet Protege Hamalcar son of Abdimiliki, 263 Kayits

I am triumphant, but I feel little but anger burning inside me!

A year! For a year we besieged this city! As the Numidians had starved my nephew Xanthippos son of Mago, so would we starve the Numidians before our attack! They would suffer before their death!

For an entire year, the Army of the Mediterranean has been waiting with baited breath, with iron swords and bronze armor, ready to meet these Numidians who slaughtered so many of our warriors!

And they did nothing! Damn those cowardly Numidians! They did not sally forth and meet their doom honorably against us - no! They decided on suicide! That we took the city of Siga with no losses only ruins our pride as well as the Numidians' - what little those rats have! - for we did not take it in the honorably way, soldier-to-soldier! F**k!

Yet worse news came once we reopened the port: a messenger from Shophet Mago son of Abdimiliki informed us that the Romans had expelled the Epeirotes completely from Italia when they stormed Taras. The eyes of the Senate may now turn to Rhegion, and Sicilia - and we are here, hundreds of miles away, chasing desert ghosts who prefer a flight over a fight!

I have ordered the priests to sacrifice the bodies of the Numidians - for they are truly more animal than man - to the Gods, so that fortune may smile upon us...



262 Abib
Tingis, Numidian seaport

"Χαλαρώστε επάνω!" Loosen up!
"Κάλυψη ασπίδων, κίνηση!" Shields cover, move!

Tingis, on the African side of the Straits of Gibralter, was an important seaport for trade with the Iberians - a key settlement if the Numidians were to maintain their resistance to Karthadestim rule.

"Κάνετε να αναμείνετε!" Make ready!
"Στόχος!" Aim!

Their bodies full of unspent adrenaline from the long and, in their minds unresolved, siege of Siga, the Army of the Mediterranean did not bother to circumvallate the city, or even construct siege equipment.

"ELEPHANTS RIGHT! ELEPHANTS RIGHT!"
"Πυρκαγιά!" FIRE!

Dozens of spears flew through the air as the Greek mercenary peltastai whipped their arms forward and ducked under the large shields as the Numidian counter-volley soared back at them.

"DRAW THEM LEFT! DRAW THEM LEFT!"
"Κάλυψη ασπίδων, κίνηση!" Shields cover, move!
"Κάλυψη της πυρκαγιάς! Η πυρκαγιά!" Covering fire! Fire at will!

Half of the peltastai sprinted to the left of the wooden gates as their comrades threw yet more spears into the Numidian mob gathering at the gate.

Now the fog of war began to overtake the defenders. They knew that they had to eliminate the elephants before they smashed their way through the walls, but the constant hail of spears caused panic and confusion. Horses darted back and forth, colliding into each other and knocking over the foot-soldiers as they tried vainly to discern through the dust where they needed to go. Khiletzbal, the Numidian commanding the 965-strong garrison, became mixed up in the mass of confused soldiers and became confused himself as he lost all orientation.

"INFANTRY FORM UP FOR ADVANCE!"
"Στόχος! Πυρκαγιά!" Aim! Fire!

The Liby-Phoenicians and the phalangitai set themselves in a column as the lead elephant began to crash into the walls to the right of the gate. It was a risky move with all those Numidian javelins, but the Numidians were busying themselves with the immediate problem of the peltastai - every time they tried to move upon the elephants, the spears drove them back. Meanwhile, their own efforts were futile against the peltastai's oval shields.

"THE WALL IS DOWN! ELEPHANTS PULL BACK ELEPHANTS PULL BACK! INFANTRY FORWARD!"
"Κλείστε επάνω! Σύρετε τα ξίφη!" Close up! Draw swords!

Suddenly Khiletzbal retook charge of the situation and ordered his cavalrymen to charge out the gates and cut down the peltastai so his infantry could race to close up the gap that even now the Liby-Phoenicians were beginning to exploit.

In response, the peltastai reformed into their melee formation and moved to the gate to cut down the Numidians as they attempted to charge out. This worked to the advantage of the peltastai - the Numidians would be forced to charge into the Greeks piecemeal and without full effect.

"Σύρετε τα ξίφη!" Draw swords!

Suddenly the Liby-Phoenicians and the phalangitai dropped their sarissas and charged headlong into the oncoming Numidian infantry, cutting down the unarmored skirmishers with impunity.

"CAVALRY ON ME! PREPARE TO CHARGE! CHARGE!"

Then Hamalcar himself led his citizen-cavalry on a counter-charge against the Numidians, who were still trying to break out of the gate. Khiletzbal saw the danger and ordered his cavalry to draw back to the wide central square, but as he wheeled around he was cut down by one of the peltastai.

The Numidians broke and ran for their lives, but they would not have them for long...




Dictations of Shophet Protege Hamalcar son of Abdimiliki, 262 Kayits

Ah, to think that just a year ago we were all so distraught!

The Gods have certainly smiled upon the Army of the Mediterranean, for not only have we taken Tingis and begun marching to nearby Sala, but I have gained a new nephew!

I received word earlier today by courier that after my niece Muttunbaal gained her womanhood last month when her monthly courses began - and at only 13! - her father, my brother Hasdrubal son of Abdimiliki, married her to Hiempsal Carale in his city of Martia in Iberia. I am told by my brother Hasdrubal son of Abdimiliki that at 22, Hiempsal Carale is already a fine example of a man, his positive attitude heartening all around him. I am proud to have gained a nephew after the death of Xanthippos son of Mago, but I must wonder where my brother found this lad - all the suitors approaching my daughters, begging me to adopt them into my family, have been utterly worthless slobs! Hopefully, a suitor with the right qualities will approach soon, for I believe I will be in Africa for quite some time...






259 Kayits
Kart-Hadast, Karthadestim capital

"You asked for me, great Shophet?"
"Ah, dear nephew, just who I wanted to see now! Come with me."

Shophet Mago began to walk through the halls of the palace, talking to Hiempsal as he did, his nephew listening attentively to every word.

"As you know, Hiempsal, your uncle Hamalcar has been holed up in Sala ever since he took it after a year of siege in stab two years ago."

"Yes, I recall Shophet. My uncle had decided that he needed to gather up a larger force before he set for the interior of Africa, to avoid the inevitable attrition that comes from war and establishing garrisons."

"Exactly right. Thanks to the reinforcements your uncle Hasdrubal sent from Iberia, the Army of the Mediterranean is almost ready to march."

"What good news then! If the Numidians continue to fight as they did at Tingis and Sala, being foolishly outflanked within their own walls, my uncle will soon crush all resistance. But what has this to do with me, great Shophet?"

"Come, dear nephew, let me show you."

And they walked to the balcony, and looked upon the great central plaza of Kart-Hadast.

"By the Gods!"

"While you were sailing from Iberia, Hiempsal, I have created this army from all parts of our lands! Mercenaries and allies stand in that square, nephew!"

Hiempsal looked at the vast force arrayed below.

"Six hundred cavalrymen, citizen and Greek mercenary alike, ready to charge upon the enemy!"

Shophet Mago son of Abdimiliki was now speaking at the top of his voice, still strong even at his advanced age, so that those in the square could hear. The hippeis and their Karthadestim compatriots raised their spears and cheered.

"Nine hundred sixty-five Libyans, swift new recruits and mail-armored veterans!"

Now the Libyan spearmen raised their spears and shouted, some with shining chain-mail, the rest with brilliant white tunics.

"Four hundred two Liby-Phoenician spearmen, ready to fight shoulder-to-shoulder, and brother-to-brother!"

On cue the Liby-Phoenician sections all assumed perfect phalanx formations and then cheered at the top of the lungs.

"Three hundred twenty Greek peltastai, and two hundred forty phalangitai, fighting not for the highest bidder but for the strongest of all!"

Yet more cheers and shouts went through the air.

"Tell me, dear nephew Hiempsal, what do you think of my army?"

"A magnificent sight, great Shophet!"

A crescendo of cheers and cries rang out down below.

"Will you lead them then?"

Hiempsal gasped in awe and shock. There was a momentary pause, but then he replied:

"I will my liege!"

Then I leave the Army of the Peloponnessian to you, dear nephew Hiempsal! You sail for Greece tonight!"

Now the whole of Kart-Hadast was filled with cheers and applause for the young man. He held back his tears of pride and simply absorbed it all...

...for he knew it would be a while before he would see such a splendor again.





TO BE CONTINUED...

[GMT]

Nice! I think that pic with the cut off limbs will be removed though!

[Comrade Alexeo]

Dictations of Shophet Protege Hamalcar, 258 Abib

Today was a day for feasting and celebration - my son arrived!

His timing could have been little better. After the reinforcements from Hasdrubal son of Abdimiliki arrived in Sala, allowing me to leave a garrison of close to 400 men and still lead a strong Army of the Mediterranean into the desert, I immediately decided that we should begin our march at the end of the season - for 'horef is no great enemy but a friend in Africa!

So caught up was I in preparations for the campaign that I neglected to remember that my son, also named Hamalcar, was going to turn 16 soon, and so be of age as a man! I felt such shame that I had forgotten - so it was a wonderful surprise when, just today, my son found our encampment just outside the border of Gaetulia and rode in astride a magnificent horse!

Since I was constantly away from my son as he grew, he is not much like me - we often disagree on matters. I can sense already, however, a brilliant tactical ability within himself beginning to emerge. I do not believe I have ever been so proud!




258 Abib-Stab
Africa and Greece, Karthedestim campaigns

And so the Army of the Mediterranean continued its march deeper into the desert through the year, even with the unrelenting rays of the sun bearing down upon the soldiers. The baggage train of water and other supplies stretched for miles as they snaked through the West African mountains.

By an amazing coincidence, the very day that Hamalcar's son Hamalcar joined the Army of the Mediterranean, its counterpart, the Army of the Peloponnessian, landed in its namesake.

Its commander, Hiempsal Carales, analyzed the situation presented to him:

-the Koinon Hellenon were in an extremely weak position, holding only one city, Sparte, in Greece proper - and that was under siege by Makedon. They were, however, a part of the Interregnum Pact.

-the Makedonians controlled virtually all of central and eastern mainland Greece. They traded but otherwise had little to do with Kart-Hadast.

-the Epeirotes controlled western Greece, and still maintained a respectable force. However, although the Romans had signed a truce with Epeiros, they nevertheless remained an important thorn in the Senate's side, and an excellent source of distraction.

Hiempsal could thus:

-Take the honorable route and aid the Greeks against Makedon. This was diplomatically the best choice but militarily the worst, for Makedon's might was immense.

-Take the dishonorable route and betray the Greeks. This was militarily the best choice because the Koinon Hellenon were clearly on their last legs, but diplomatically the worst - the delicate Interregnum Pact would likely collapse altogether, making Kart-Hadast an open target, and in any case it would only strengthen Makedon even further.

-Take no side in the matter and simply attack Epeiros. Diplomatically and militarily, this was somewhere in between the other possible courses of action - but it could be dangerous to eliminate a prime target for Rome.

After much thought, Hiempsal hired several more mercenaries and made his attack...







...on the Makedonian army besieging Sparte.





From the private journal of Hiempsal Carales, commander of the Army of the Peloponnessian, 258 Stab

I think it would be good to write down the events of the Battle of Sparte, so that I might analyze them in more depth later on, and so learn how to better conduct future battles. I will begin discussing the battle now.



When I attacked the Makedonian army, it was at the rear of their deployment, as they were conducting a siege on Sparte. They evidentally decided that I was a greater threat than the Greeks, which was indeed true - I had somewhere under 3000 soldiers, while I learned after the battle that the Greek garrison consisted only of 1110. It would also be to the advantage of the Makedonians to engage me in a set-piece battle rather than in an urban settting, so that their cavalry would have free reign to maneuver and their infantry would have room to deploy. This implies that in future conduct against the Makedonians, that I will either 1) have to be sure that my own Greek mercenaries are capable enough to play the Makedonians at their own game in a pitched battle or 2) have to recruit lighter and more mobile troops so as to capitalize on fighting the Makedonians in a situation that does not favor them tactically. My hope was that by forcing the Makedonians to face my army, then the Greek garrison could sally and threaten the rear of their deployment on the battlefield.

The battlefield itself was a relatively flat, wide plain. Notably, there were two small areas of trees, situated some distance apart from each other in the center of the plain. Therefore, our - that is, us and the Makedonians - infantry formations would be not as uniform as they would be typically, but in contrast our cavalry would have plenty of room to maneuver. Therefore, cavalry would prove the deciding factor in the battle. Once again, this meant playing the Makedonians at their own game, for while I had more horsemen, their cavalry were heavier and arguably more skilled. Before the battle, this begged the question: Will the wide battlefield work to the advantage of my swifter and more numerous medium cavalry, or would the heavy cavalry of the Makedonians negate that advantage? I eventually learned that it was not quite so clear cut.

I deployed in a fairly standard formation; my pikemen were arranged in a long single line, with phalangitai in the center and flanked by Liby-Phoenicians. On my right wing I placed about 300 mercenary Greek cavalry, and on my left my 400 Karthadestim cavalry. I deployed my peltastai before my main infantry line, and kept the Libyans after it, for they were not suited for such close-orders battle. Question: Would it be better in the future for my Libyans to remain in reserve in the rear, or rather should they be deployed on the wings on my pikemen? The former seems safer, but I may simply be forfeiting a potential asset; the latter allows for more tactical creativity, as they could possibly lighten the load on my cavalry, but otherwise they may simply be cut down by the sarissas and xystons of the Makedonians. I shall have to see in future battles.

The Makedonians arrayed themselves in a similar fashion. Our pike counts were approximately the same, while my cavalry outnumbered theirs by a fair margin, but they possessed far more skirmishers, including peltastai. All in all, they outnumbered me by 200 or so.

When the battle began, the Makedonians quickly moved their whole formation out of the trees and into the beginning of the flat area between the two wooded areas, and then called a halt, clearly waiting for me to move.

I also ordered the infantry to deploy ahead of our wooded section and onto the plain. In the meantime, my cavalry wings began to march off in a diagonal fashion as compared to our infantry lines, moving towards the Makedonians as a whole but hopefully, if the Makedonians took the bait, drawing the Makedonian cavalry further away from their infantry and onto the emptier sections of the plain, whereby my cavalry could use mobility to their advantage.

To some extent, the Makedonians obliged, but, aware that they were that the Greek garrison might make a sally into the rear, their Thessalian cavalry moved only partially outwards on my right flank. However, their other wing of cavalry began a pursuit to my Karthadestim cavalry on my left flank.

I ordered the infantry to halt just out of missile range, and waited for a few minutes for the arrival of the Greeks, who had assured me they would indeed sally and hit the Makedonian rear. By this time, the Thessalians pursuing my left-wing cavalry were close enough that my cavalry countercharged, and began to push them back.

It was then that the situation began to worsen, however. A messenger astride a ragged-looking horse rode along the edges of the battlefield and into my position. He was bearing a banner and the uniform of the Koinon Hellenon, and he informed me that the Greeks were indeed coming to my aid, but had been delayed. He gave no reason, but I learned later that the Makedonians had made counter-fortifications and circuvallated Sparte, which made moving out of the city difficult.

As if the Makedonians were aware of what the Greek had just told me, their entire line suddenly began to march toward mine. They sent several of their fast-moving peltastai against my left-wing cavalry, who were still engaging the Thessalians. My cavalry was able to overcome them, but it prolonged the melee to a level that seemed ominously dangerous to my infantry line.

Then the Makedonian pike formation split into three sections. One continued to move on my pikemen, while the other sections wheeled to protect the flanks from my cavalry. While this meant that the Makedonian main attack was therefore not as strong, it also meant that neither my cavalry nor my Libyans in reserve could make an outflanking move. Question: In the future, will it be better to possess a stronger infantry core, so that these splits end up only nuisances, or possess more cavalry, so as to force the enemy to spread themselves even further?

Anyway, my Karthadestim cavalry finally broke the Thessalians and their supporting peltastai on the left - but no such luck was to be had on my right. There, my hippeis, fewer in number and forced to engage the Thessalians closer to the main enemy line, began to be cut down under the weight of Makedonian light infantry moving against them. Several times they tried to break away and draw their pursuers away from the main line, but the Makedonians refused to go for it.

Then our pike lines met. I possessed local superiority, but I also knew that if my cavalry were driven from the field, it would only be a matter of time before I was overwhelmed.

Suddenly, my right-wing mercenaries broke and ran, the Makedonians in hot pursuit. I ordered my Libyans to prepare to defend the right flank if necessary, and I pondered withdrawing and saving my forces to fight in a better situation.

It was then that I heard battle horns in the distance. All turned to see the source; the Makedonians paled, and the Army of the Peloponnessian cheered.



Eugenos Rhodos and his Greeks had finally arrived.

Now it was the Makedonians who began to contemplate retreat; they had hoped to engage us and the Greeks separately. Yet we were still here, and the Greeks were closing in.

The tide of the battle began to turn. As the Makedonian right-wing (my left) began to move into a position to hold the Greeks, a gap opened for my Karthadestim cavalry to exploit. Though tired from their exertions, they charged with a great cry and smashed into the rear of the Makedonians engaging my infantry line. In the meantime, my Greek mercenaries were heartened and began to regroup just behind my right flank.

In desperation, the Makedonian captain charged his Thessalians into the rear of my Karthadestim engaging the infantry's rear, but it was too late - the enemy pikemen broke and ran for safety, and before the captain could retreat he was run down and killed by my cavalry.

Any pretense of continuing the battle was abandoned by the Makedonians. They began to withdraw from the battlefield, hoping to spare as many men as they could while two small, desperate rearguards tried to delay the advance of the Greeks under Eugenios and my own mercenaries, who had charged back into the fray. Both rearguards soon broke, however; when my Karthadestim galloped to aid my Greek mercenaries, the Makedonians holding them ran for their lives and were quickly cutdown. This disheartened those forces holding the Greeks so that they simply dropped their weapons and shields and rushed away in vain.

With all rearguard resistance crumbling away to nothing, my cavalry and the Greeks' joined together and began to run down those Makedonian units still trying to withdraw off the field. And with that, the day was ours!

In the end, I lost some 287 men, most of them my mercenary hippeis. The Greeks (though they admittedly arrived late) a mere 19 against the Makedonian rearguard. In contrast, while some 700 or so Makedonians managed to withdraw to safety, they left behind over 2400 of their comrades in arms.

I admit that I am flushed with victory, but I have had these thoughts while writing this:

- I require more and better quality cavalry on my flanks. My men performed admirably today, but they proved too easy to delay.

- I also require more missile troops, preferably archers for longer-range disruption.

- I shall have to determine some definitive role for my Libyan Spearmen.

- On the other hand, my Liby-Phoenicians and mercenary phalangitai seem adequate for holding the enemy.

Hopefully, this battle will teach me yet more, hearten my soldiers, and make my country proud.




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