Chapter III - Shattered Dreams
(Part 1)
Several months passed, and Antigonos was still in Phokis. His camp was set outside of Ambryssos, its favourable position near the river Kephiseas providing his army with precious water. Supplies were also brought on a constant basis from Thessalia and some local villages, with his own soldiers protecting the carriages along the way to ensure their safety.
A photo of the valley of Phocis at Delphi
The Athēnaioi were cornered like a wounded beast. Their strongest allies, the Spartiatai, were kept in check by Kratēros in their own homeland, which meant they were unable to help them should Antigonos decide to attack. The result created a state of great unrest and fear amongst the local populance, which broke into small riots all over the polis. Many pro-Makedonian parties within Athēnai were demanding surrender to Antigonos under favourable terms, but the majority were too stubborn to even send an embassy to negotiate with him. Other powers, including the Aitōlioi, refused to help and retained a neutral stance.
Antigonos had hoped for this, and was waiting for the time his adversaries would make a mistake. For he was very good at exploiting mistakes, having proven that many times in the past. Through phsychological warfare, he pressed the Athēnaioi as much as he could until they would crack. And that time did not take long to come…
***
"Sire, Sire!"
It was a cool winter evening, the sunlight dim due to the clouds that covered the sky. It hadn't rained for only a few days, but the ground cracked under Antigonos' sandals as dry as ever. The shouts echoed in his head like a far-away call in a dreamy state, the sound increasing in intensity as the source approached him.
"Sire, one of our agents brings urgent news from Attikē!"
The soldier shouting was only a couple of meters away from Antigonos when he stopped, and that last sentence snaped the King from his deep thoughts back to reality. He turned around and faced the man, his arms clasped behind his back and his face still thoughtful.
"Thank you soldier. You may return to your post."
"But Sir, I didn’t…"
Antigonos raised his right hand, gesturing for the man to silence.
"I know, they’re coming. Tell the agent I will meet him in my tent to discuss the details."
The soldier's mouth was a gaping "O", his unfinished sentence still lingering on his lips. Antigonos was already heading for his tent, while the soldier remained frozen for a while. He then shruged and set out to find the spy. It didn't take long, as he was surrounded by a bunch of phalangitai who questioned him about this new intelligence. The spy seemed relieved when he saw the soldier, recognising him from the time he came and urged him to inform Antigonos. He broke out of the circle of phalangitai that surrounded him, and grabbed the soldier by the arm.
"So, what did he say?"
"He said he'll meet you in his tent right now."
"Okay, thank you." the spy said and left for the aforementioned place.
***
The news were certain; the Athēnaioi were sending two more armies against him. Numbers were approximated to be over 10,000. Antigonos had predicted this movement, although he was slightly dissapointed that Chremōnidēs himself was not leading the attack. If he could take down Chremōnidēs, the Koinon would shatter like a fine sheet of glass. The man was the glue and political mastermind behind the whole Alliance.
But Antigonos knew how Chremōnidēs and the rest of the Athēnaioi thought; they had a bunch of unhappy citizens who screamed for surrender, while even more angry politicians urging for the local Stratēgoi to take matters into their own hands. Even if they lost against Antigonos, they believed the Spartiatai would be able to penetrate the defensive positions of Kratēros and help them. Some even falsely believed they would come to their rescue, even after their polis would fall.
Whatever the case may have been, the political events in Athēnai demanded for action. And so a total of 10,900 men were gathered to counter Antigonos. The force was split into two smaller armies, one numbering 6,900 led by a man named Thērōn, while the rest were given for Asklēpiodōros to command. The same Asklēpiodōros that had lost to Antigonos sometime ago.
The Athēnaioi were certainly not foolish. They had lost to Antigonos once, and would not make the same mistakes twice. This time, they brought a considerable cavalry force (1,000 hippakontistai(1) and 1,000 of the famed Thessalikoi(2)) with them, as well as a force of 6,400 hoplitai and many psiloi. They hoped they would be able to use the uneven terrain in their favour by careful manoeuvering, relying on their more flexible infantry to outflank the slow and cumbersome Makedonian phalangitai.
But neither was Antigonos a fool. He also knew he couldn’t use the same tactics again, so he instead decided to use a different approach as a whole. In an act of pure strategical brilliance, he utilized hit-and-run guerilla tactics. He had a considerable force of missile throwers, including 1,200 sphendonetai, 2,400 akontistai, 1,600 peltastai and 1,600 toxotai from the island of Krētē. This, along with his excellent knowledge of the surrounding region and all small mountain passages, would prove to be the key factors in his success.
The skirmishes begun around the Kithairon Mts. that marked the borders between Attikē and Boiōtia, with the small detachments falling back and harassing the Athēnaioi as they advanced. The effectiveness of the Makedonian psiloi was so great, that the Athenian army suffered severe casualties and was forced to retreat before they even reached Antigonos' camp. A total of 8,300 Athēnaioi were either killed or captured, while Makedonian deaths numbered about 270 men. Antigonos had proven his worth yet again.

The Athenian light hoplites are harassed by the Macedonian skirmishers

The Athenian slingers are surprised by a hail of javelins

Athenian hoplites killed during an ambush near a small forest in Phocis
One of the captives during the raids was Asklēpiodōros himself, who was caught by a band of Krētikoi near the village of Marathos.

Cretans bombarding the Athenians just before the raid of Marathus
The other captain, Thērōn, was killed by a crazed Galatēs who severed his head and brought it back to Antigonos' camp triumphantly. Antigonos became enraged, and instead of rewarding the Galatēs he had him publicly hanged; for he had explicitly asked for his soldiers to bring him the two captains alive.
With the Athenian military completely obliterated and Antigonos emerging almost unscathed, Chremōnidēs was forced to send an embassy to Antigonos. The silver-tounged Athenian diplomats tried to deduce as favourable terms as possible, but the only thing they accomplished was to get their prisoners back including Asklēpiodōros (who was later hanged by his own kinsmen upon returning home with the stigma of two defeats). Antigonos was far too determined to subdue southern Hellas as quickly as possible, with the constant fear of Pyrrhos' return being ever present. The only term Antigonos offered, was surrender of Athēnai and her surrounding poleis and the establishment of a Makedonian garrison in the Akropolis. That, of course, Chremōnidēs could not accept. Rhodos seemed too busy with securing her trading posts, so the last hope of Athēnai resided, ironically enough, in her life-long nemesis; the ancient polis of Spartē…
(1) Plural form of Hippakontistēs, meaning mounted javelineer.
(2) Plural form of Thessalikos, meaning Thessalian. In this particular case, it refers to the famed (in antiquity) Thessalian cavalry.
Next Chapter: Shattered Dreams (Part 2)