Cliercus looked at the obviously thicker square formation in the center of the enemy, and then looked at the enemy's left wing that was longer than his own. Although he fully supported Cyrus from the beginning, it did not mean that he would obey his orders. He directly refused: "Your Highness, I think I should defeat the enemy's left wing first and attack the enemy's middle lane in a sideways, which is more safe."

"I understand Artaxerxes, the Persian army, and your Greek phalanxes! Believe me, my friend, your army will easily defeat Artaxerxes' central army! Artaxerxes was defeated, and no matter how many troops he had, it would be useless!" Cyrus persuaded.

Cliercus 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 Cliercus, but he had no time to organize words to convince the other party. As for forcing the order, the other party was a mercenary, not his subordinate.

"Okay, just do what you said!" Little Cyrus turned his horse's head, pulled the reins suddenly, and galloped backwards.

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When the two armies were about five hundred meters apart, Greek soldiers began to sing the hymn of Ares and marched forward.

When the chant was finished, the distance was less than two hundred meters.

"Aris!!!" the soldiers shouted in unison, and began to jog, and ran faster and faster... The footsteps of "Boom! Boom! Boom!..." gathered by tens of thousands of Greek heavy infantrymen were like the rolling thunder gathering energy that was about to cut through the dark night with lightning!

The Persians on the opposite side seemed to be completely frightened by the torrent of steel in front of them. As the Greek army got closer, except for a few hobs and carriages rushed straight into the Greek army's team, accompanied by screams, they squeezed their broken limbs and arms, and finally disappeared silently, the others forgot to shoot arrows and put up their shields because of fear.

When the two armies were still more than ten meters apart, the Persians collapsed and turned around and fled.

The Greeks did not expect victory to come so quickly, and they pursued the enemy even harder without venting their energy.

At the beginning, a team leader like Hilos repeatedly reminded his teammates: "Keep the formation, don't run too fast! Keep the formation..."

In the end, the team completely ran and all the Greeks were in the excitement of chasing.

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Cyrus, a young man in the middle, did not expect the victory on the right wing to come so quickly, and was a little stunned for a moment.

"Long live King Cyrus!!!" The attendants had already begun to wave their spears and shouted for victory.

"Your Highness, are we going to follow the pursuit?" Altapaters asked him for instructions.

He shook his head and looked straight to his left front.

He knew very well that only by killing that person could he get the supreme crown.

"Send the order! Let Aliros' left wing stop advancing and prepare for defense!" Cyrus gave the order immediately. He knew very well that his most powerful force was the Greek mercenary. Since the Greeks had repelled the enemy's left wing, he did not need to rush to let the left wing, which had obviously fewer troops than the enemy, fight head-on with the enemy's right wing. If there was a rapid defeat, the battle would be troublesome. It would be better to delay the time and wait for the Greek mercenaries who were pursuing the defeated army to return, then the victory would be sure.

However, while he was patiently waiting for the enemy to force him up, the opponent's middle lane stopped moving forward.

Soon, his face changed.

Because, the enemy's middle lane begins to split into two parts, the left part turns to the left and back.

"No! They want to attack the Greeks!!" Altapates next to him shouted in dismay.

If the Greek heavy armored infantry, which was scattered due to the pursuit of the defeated army, is likely to fall into chaos if the enemy attacks from the rear, and the battle situation will reverse.

"Artaxerxes, how dare you change formations on the battlefield? Do you really think that I have few cavalry and dare not take the initiative to attack!" Cyrus sneered and made a decision in his heart. He raised his spear and pointed forward: "Order the right wing to accelerate! The cavalry will attack with me!!"

"Your Highness, please put on your helmet!" The attendant quickly handed over his helmet. Little Cyrus had already rode out, and the attendants on both sides rushed over and quickly guarded him in the center.

More than 800 cavalry formed a wedge formation and rushed straight towards the Persian king's central army.

The commander of the Persian middle road, Alta Geses, did not expect that Cyrus would dare to attack at this time, and hurriedly transferred cavalry forward to fight. However, at this moment, the team was changing formations. The rotating infantry array blocked the passage of cavalry advancement. Finally, thousands of cavalrymen were squeezed out from the cracks in the array. The Cyrus cavalry galloping at high speed had already reached its sight.

A burst of people shouted and the horses neighed, and the Persian army's hastily pieced together cavalry defense line was instantly torn apart.

Then, the cavalry of Little Cyrus pierced like a sharp knife into the back of the Persian Central Army that was turning back.

Little Cyrus was brave and fierce. He once hunted black bears alone. Birds of a feather flocked together, and his attendants and cavalry and followers were all warriors. When facing his back to his enemies, they did not even waste spears (because there were no stirrups at that time, and the marching cavalry must let go immediately, otherwise they would be pushed off the horse by the reaction force). He used the high-speed charge horsepower to break into the array and crush the enemy.

The Persian infantry, which was already affected by the defeat of the left wing, suddenly was severely attacked. The Persian infantry, who was the first to be hit, began to escape, and the cavalry of the Little Cyrus took advantage of the situation to chase and kill. However, the Little Cyrus vaguely saw the carriage that the Persian king was riding in the dust. It turned out that the main force on the left of the Persian central army was defeated, forming a large gap, which naturally exposed the Persian king in the rear to the front of the formation.

"To the left!!" Little Cyrus waved his spear with excitement, and bypassed the right wing of the Persian central army that was rescued, and penetrated diagonally towards the Persian Queen's army. Dozens of cavalry followed closely behind.

"Carry up the formation! Protect the King!!" Alta Gasses, the personal general of the Persian king, shouted, and hurriedly led dozens of imperial guards around him to fight the first.

Facing the enemy cavalry that was swarming in, Cyrus was fearless. He pulled out the Greek saber, clamped the horse's belly with his legs, and seized the opportunity. He picked up the spear that Altagues had stabbed fiercely with his right spear, and stretched out the saber with his left hand without force. When the two horses crossed, Altagues' neck was naturally cut open by the horse power that the Greek saber rushed forward...

Little Cyrus killed several people in a row with his superb skills and horsemanship. Soon, his cavalry caught up and blocked other enemy cavalry for him. Only the royal guards around the carriage were left between him and the Persian king Artaxerxes, and he could even clearly see his brother's terrified face.

Thinking of his imprisonment on himself, thinking of him occupying the throne that should have been his own (this is just a little Cyrus' imagination, and the old Persian king had never considered passing the throne to him), a burst of anger burned in his chest: "Artaxerxes!" He roared angrily and threw the spear in his hand. In the screams, the spear passed through the gap between the royal guards like lightning and hit the Persian king's chest.

The Persian king screamed and fell on the carriage.

Seeing the Persian king fall, his eyes were in chaos. His anger finally vented. He laughed wildly, as if the Persian crown had been obtained, but he did not hear the servants and cavalry behind him shouting anxiously: "Be careful, Your Highness! Be careful!!"

The laughter came to an abrupt end. A javelin flew out of the chaotic crowd, which stabbed his eyes.
Chapter completed!