(This was my 95th online battle. It's from a very old battle report. I'm already on my 301st online battle now.)
It would seem that the Greek City-States have sent an army against my beloved Macedon. I marched my army down to the Grassy Flatlands to engage this menace.
The enemy commanded a mighty army of 1,291 hoplites. Opposing him, I brought with me the finest phalangites, cavalry and skirmishers from Macedon (numbering 1,262 total).
My opponent arrayed his hoplites in an eccentric turtle formation constructed like a pentagon with tentacles protruding from the head. It was an "experimental formation," confessed my opponent. I had no choice but to advance upon it...
(The blue arrows represent Macedon movement. The red arrows represent City-State movement)
Once the battle began, his peculiar formation gradually lost its shape as his hoplites peeled off to engage my Macedons. What started off as an orderly affair quickly turned into a series of phalangite vs hoplite mini-battles. My cavalry delivered hammer-like blows wherever it could...
During the battle, I became overwhelmed by the infinite number of hoplites that were hurled at me. Despite all of my expert maneuvering, the ranks of my soldiers were quickly depleting. His hoplites were everywhere it mattered. Before I knew it, the bloody battle dwindled down to a life-and-death struggle between the enemy's 200 remaining hoplites and my meager force of 90 archers (with roughly 25 horses as support).
As a minute went by, my once-panicked peltasts stopped retreating, and they chose to rejoin the battle like true Macedon heroes. The bravery of these peltasts added 50 additional troops to my cause.
His 200 hoplites pressed forward against my skirmishers with sheer power. I didn't fear defeat anymore so I invited his hoplites to advance even farther and farther. As my skirmishers fell back away from his hoplites, I ordered the cavalry to shock my enemy from the rear...
In the final battle, my skirmishers drew out their daggers and lunged into the ranks of the enemy. Peltasts and archers alike hacked bravely away at the large hoplon shields used by the enemy. It was a ferocious battle, but the valor of my skirmishers held firm...
His hoplites fought fiercely, but my skirmishers (standing in solidarity with the heavy cavalry) were equally determined. It was a contest to see who could stand the longest. In the end, it was Macedon whom Zeus favored...
Much blood had been spilled for the freedom and glory of Greece.