"The older I get, the more I learn." - Solon

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Li Bida's subordinates trampled on the enemy soldiers who were still remaining on the battlefield. Even though they knew it was a miserable failure, many of the Copper Shield Army soldiers who were extremely loyal to Minander tried their best to stretch out their hands before they died, trying to pull the horse hooves of Li Bida's cavalry, and were eventually trampled to death or stabbed to death by sword spears. The Copper Shield Army fell on the snow field one by one, and the blood was soaked in the soil under them.

In this way, Bendu's Copper Shield Army and Minander's ambitions all turned into powder smoke and dust under the iron hooves of Libidaus in one day's war.

Just as Li Bida said, although Minander and his soldiers were brave and extremely skilled in tactical practice, they still adhered to the old tactics of the era of Alexander the Great. What's more, Minander's understanding of the Macedonian system was to continuously strengthen the spear depth phalanx, 'nothing' novel', but this system tactic began to decline a hundred years ago, and the tactics of Alexander the Great swept across Europe, Africa and Asia did not rely solely on the spear phalanx, but the perfect cooperation of infantry, projectiles, and light and heavy cavalry.

So Minander was defeated, not only to Li Bida's tactical strategy, but also to the torrent of the times.

But the Bosphorus king was still struggling to escape along the narrow road and the dense forest. The trees and fields retreated quickly. Minander had no idea of ​​death yet, because he had a wife and children, and he had to take them back to Bosphorus safely. Even if he gave up cities such as Sinop and Amisus, he could hold on for a while. Maybe he could still save his original kingdom.

After nightfall, Minand whined, the fewer and fewer guards and entourages beside him, but the other cavalry were still chasing him like wolves. This was the Amacia Valley, surrounded by desolate mountain roads, and his horses spitted in the endless night. He seemed to be getting tired, but he was not sure where Sinop was. Now he only knew that nothing was left, the army, power, baggage camp, everything, he ran aimlessly along the night road, the torches of the pursuers behind were constantly shaking, and the shouts of enemies from all directions were getting closer and closer.

The five hundred Mathian cavalry sent by Li Bida to pursue Minand all night. These fierce Caucasian herders were like ghosts. They were good at dividing into three to four teams, constantly surpassing the pursuit and blocking, which made Minand like a pitiful rabbit chased by a pack of wolves. At any time, there were pursuers behind him until they were exhausted to despair. The next morning, in the cold wind, Minand's mount could not jog, but was still beaten and scolded by the owner with a horse whip. It was just shed tears and slammed in circles on the spot. Finally, with a whine, spraying white mist, it fell down with a bang, and was exhausted.

The master's hair was messy, his cloak was ragged by the branches, his eyes were dull, and he stumbled to the spring water in front of the dense forest, lay down, and took a few sips of cold water without thinking. Then Minander slowly stood up with the trunk. His lower limbs were so cold that they lost consciousness and could no longer move. He remembered his wife and children who were still in Sinop, and couldn't help crying. Then he held the trunk tightly with one hand and touched the Persian scimitar hanging under the skirt armor with the other hand.

At this moment, he looked around and finally saw the scene around him clearly. He was still in the mountain road, with straight leaves on both sides, and the morning light stirring the flying mist. On the other side of the road, the cavalry's swaying figures and horses were heard. Minander cried, then slowly turned around, struggling to lean on the trunk, standing upright, looking up at the blue and high sky, and then turning his head down again. At this moment, he could see the ferocious faces of the Libida cavalrymen who were approaching quickly, with their hands and flying lassoes, and it was obvious that they wanted to capture themselves alive.

In a burst of exclamations, Minand stabbed the Persian scimitar into his neck. His knife was still several seconds faster than the horse's hooves. The Mathians cursed and noisy loudly. He ran back and forth a few times around him, controlled the horse, jumped off the horse, and surrounded the body of Minander leaning against the tree trunk. His eyes were still wide open, and large streams of blood flowed down the hilt of the scimitar.

At this moment, in the wilderness in front of the Amacia Valley, Li Bida's troops were burying the bodies of the abandoned bronze shield army camp, because there were too many dead enemies, and there were as many as 6,000 abandoned on the battlefield between the two armies. "They are all respectable warriors." Tagus sighed, and then he saw the corpse of a young bronze shield army officer in the trench under his camp. He died in the same place with his comrades. His gray eyes seemed to be burning with a faint light, his hair was covered with frost, and his armor was already mixed with the color of the surrounding soil, but his hands were still holding a huge battle flag tightly.

"Who is this?" Tagus turned around and found that it was the cavalry commander who was riding a horse himself. With the entourage, he came to the trench. Tagus and the soldiers around him all reached out to pay tribute, and then replied that this huge battle flag should be the flag of the bronze shield army, so the corpse should be the flagbearer.

Li Bida looked at the cold body of the young officer, and then said to Tagus, "Buried him alone, and erected stone tablets and inscriptions on it, telling the latecomers his identity and bravery, but this Mitra flag must be confiscated as spoils." After that, several soldiers jumped down to deal with it. At this moment, Karenus also arrived on horseback, and Li Bida instructed him, "Give the honor of entering the city of Sinop to the 12th Legion, you will clean the battlefield for three days in place, and I will also equip you with the soldiers of Ubertnia, and the coast of the Eukhing Sea will then fall."

But at this time, Seerha and Petternius next to me were extremely dissatisfied when they heard this arrangement, especially Seerha complained, why can't our 15th Legion enter Sinop? How do I explain this to my subordinate soldiers?

"After we defeated Scipio, the rewards obtained by the Fifteenth Legion were the same. You must know that Scipio's baggage was also two or three hundred tarantes, and now we are going south again, with the target of Scipio's two legions." Li Bida replied.
Chapter completed!