After a period of deep peace in Mazaka, the Gods deemed it was time to let sound the drums of war once again. Seleucids attacked with a mixed bunch, but they had with them the famed Silver Shield pikemen and feared wild Galatians. Luckily Pontic defenders were reinforced with a unit of Pontic heavy infantry and the famous Bronze Shields, modeled after the Silver Shields commanded by Alexander the Great himself.
Who would win, the descendants of men who marched with Alexander to the Indus, or their Pontic imitators? World was about to find out. And so The 10th Battle of Mazaka began.
Pontic phalanxes are formed into an impregnable line of pikes, with Bronze Shields holding the critical centre.
The enemy general's bodyguard slams into the waiting phalanx in an effort to dislodge it. All the while Caucasian archers are peppering the enemy infantry with arrows.
Our heavy infantry moves to our right flank to harass the enemy with their javelins.
Then... then they run?
They run through our CRITICAL CENTRE PHALANX straight to the enemy!?
Whether it's because our heavy infantry disrupts our phalanx or not, its starting to take casualties and lose cohesion necessary to hold the line. Enemy heavy cavalry and heavy infantry are pounding them tirelessly. All the while our archers have depleted their quivers, yet the enemy still pours in.
The side phalanxes are tilted to try and box the enemy in, while Thureophoroi prepare to relieve the Bronze Shields at the centre.
The fierce fighting depletes our brave elites, yet they stand their ground and fight. Truly they are our finest sons.
The enemy general is slain!
Yet the battle is not won, for the enemy fights with vigour not often witnessed. Their heavy infantry push our right flank while Silver Shields start arriving against our centre, now held by thureophoroi and the last few Bronze Shields.
The right flank holds.
To preserve what little we have left, the remaining Bronze Shields are withdrawn behind our lines as enemy Silver Shields arrive en masse.
A superior enemy pike unit breaks the will of our left flank who promptly turn to flee. Meanwhile Silver Shields are mauling the thureophoroi who valiantly try and stand their ground.
With the loss of Pontic heavy infantry and much of the Bronze Shields, crumbling of our left flank and centre, a full retreat is sounded with Archers trying to hold the enemy long enough for our heavier troops to escape with what little numbers they have left.
Damnation! Bridge to Mazaka has been lost and thus road to our capital Amaseia lies open. The Seleucids will surely pay for this.