Chapter III: The Age Of The Hellenes
Part XII: The Battle Of Koroneia
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The Thebans had braced themselves for the worst in 413[363 BCE] focusing their entire efforts on land towards blunting a Thessalian assault. Yet as the months passed by and the year came to a close, Jason’s army remained encamped in Phokia, poised to strike yet remaining still. This has perplexed historians to this day, who offer numerous explanations. Some of the most popular theories include the Boeotian army remaining a potent force following their defeat, to political intrigue at home forcing his focus there. The former makes little sense, as the Boeotian army could only get stronger the longer Jason waited, not weaker. The latter theory does have some merit, though on its own should not have been enough to keep Jason home. Rather, I believe it was a combination of factors that led him to forego military operations for the year.
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With the entrance of the Boeotian fleet into the war, Jason was particularly worried about protecting his coastline. Raids along his coast would be particularly bothersome while he was away on campaign, and so it is not out of the realm of possibility that Jason was planning on launching his campaign after an Athenian naval victory. Given what we know of their excellent future relationship, it’s possible Chabrias and Jason were in frequent communication and coordinating their moves in tandem with one another, and Chabrias’ defeat may have disrupted Jason’s plans. In addition to this, some politicking may have been involved. If Jason was truly trying to come out of this war as the clear and only real winner, then it would be desirable to allow the squabbling Hellenic city-states bash their heads against each other for another year.
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Whatever the reason, Jason held back in 413 and prepared the groundwork for a land and sea offensive the following year. By year’s end the scope of those activities had widened to Korinthos with the arrival of several Korinthian exiles pleading for his support. The puzzle pieces had all fallen neatly in order, and all the Thessalian Tagos had to do was join them altogether.
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As already observed, the year’s action at sea was dominated by Mentor’s dazzling naval triumph, sweeping the Boeotian fleet from the seas. On land Jason preferred to take things methodically. Waiting until word reached him of Mentor’s victory at Samothrakia, Jason launched his invasion of Boeotia in earnest in mid July. As if on cue, Pelopidas and Daiphantos emerged from Thebai to confront him. The two armies would converge outside Koroneia.
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The terrain outside Koroneia was particularly hilly and uneven, something the outnumbered Pelopidas was keen on taking advantage of. Despite his best efforts, Jason was unable to draw him out onto the plain. This was not a problem in itself, as Jason’s soldier were more than capable of fighting on broken terrain, but Jason would have preferred a wide open field. Even so, he drew up to attack the Boeotian lines on August 11[/FONT][FONT=Book Antiqua, serif]
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Jason emerged from his tent and surveyed the camp, bustling with activity as soldiers ate their breakfast, gathered their gear and sharpened their weapons. Today will be the day I gain hegemony over Hellas, he thought. [/FONT]
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Alexandros!” he summoned over his brother, who had been conversing with Amyntas son of Antipatros and Eumenes Chrysostom, so named because he could sway anyone with his speech. [/FONT]
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Yes, brother?” Alexandros walked over. [/FONT]
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Start spreading the word to the phalengarch’s and strategoi[1] to begin lining up the phalanx in battle formation. I want no more than 10,000 men standing out there at one time for now though. I want it clear that the units standing out there are to be regularly rotated with those resting. Make sure the men are continually supplied with water as well,” Jason waved him on, knowing Alexandros never bothered to ask many questions when given orders. That was not because of a lack of inquisitiveness on his part, but because he usually perfectly understood what Jason was thinking. [/FONT]
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That’s an odd order sir,” Ariston of Larissa, one of those phalengarchs, came up behind Jason. “But I’m sure you know what you’re doing.”[/FONT]
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Jason looked up in the direction of the sky and asked Ariston how hot he felt just standing here, “Pretty hot, yeah,” he responded. [/FONT]
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Now picture standing there in full armor, surrounded by bodies, the sun beating down on you, and your water back in your camp where you can’t get it. Imagine doing that for a few hours.” He paused to let Ariston thin about that, “The Thebans are going to deploy as soon as they see our men doing the same. And they will wait there for us to come to them, baking in the sun for a few hours. While our men of course are constantly rotating and being hydrated, remaining fresh. That’s how you tire out an enemy and wear him out mentally.”[/FONT]
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I see. Like I said sir, you always know your stuff. Can’t say I would have done the same, but that’s because it would have never crossed my mind. Guess that’s why I keep the phalanx in order and you do the strategy,” they both chuckled before Jason skirted away to go find Demonikos. The brutish Makedonian did not have much about him to like as a person, but he was as tough and resourceful as they come and so made the perfect person for the job Jason had for him. He tasked him with taking a flying column of 2,000 picked Makedonian and Agrianians to slip around the hills and behind the Theban lines.
Perhaps the only people that were better than the Makedonians at hill and mountain fighting were the Agrianians, or at least that was what Perdikkas told him when he sent them down over the winter. If that was true, then these hills should be easy for them to maneuver over. If it wasn’t and they never arrived for the battle, well they weren’t essential to his victory so hopefully that wouldn’t matter. [/FONT]
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Looking out across the field, Jason saddled up on his horse and trotted over to join the [/FONT][FONT=Book Antiqua, serif]
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(“that which leads”) on the right flank, his personal cavalry squadron. He felt no need to give a rousing speech. There was no glory in killing fellow Hellenes, and he would rather not have reminded them that was exactly what they were about to do. Instead he assumed the strategoi would be riling up their men well enough. Looking down his lines, he was satisfied to see the whole army had finally set itself into formation, a process started a little over an hour ago. Unlike the Thebans opposite them, they were well rested and hydrated. With that in mind, he gave the signal to advance, the order being passed down the line as 25,000 men advanced in echelon. [/FONT]
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As he trotted onwards, Jason wondered how effective his cavalry would be on broken ground. No doubt Pelopidas had neutralizing it in mind when he chose this ground. For what the Thebans lacked in numbers, they certainly made up for in command. [/FONT]
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Drawing closer to the Theban lines, Jason formulated a plan of attack with his cavalry wing. He observed as the forward line on the right of the echelon clashed with the Theban left. The rest of the infantry line remained quiet. The Thebans on the center and right no doubt wanted to assist their comrades on the left, but the Thessalian soldiers in front of them would exploit any gap that opened up, and then the battle truly would be lost before it started. Jason sympathized with them-standing and watching while the other flank of the army engaged made one feel helpless as to determining the outcome. [/FONT]
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That quickly left his mind however as he sprung his plan into action. Ordering his cavalry to gallop further to the right over the broken ground, he stretched his neck to get a view of the Theban cavalry’s movement across from him. True to what he expected, they shadowed his move. He was right to guess they likely had orders to not allow themselves to be outflanked and to screen his cavalry off from the main infantry engagement as best as possible. They were playing right into his hands. [/FONT]
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Waiting not a moment too long, he bellowed “Reverse! Turn back towards the infantry!” the order resounded across the cavalrymen as they swiftly rounded their horses around back from whence they came, galloping at full speed towards the Theban infantry, Jason leading the way. This was not how he normally was used to leading, but it felt exhilarating as he drew ever closer to his target. Peering behind him, he allowed himself a wide grin as the confused Theban cavalry realized their mistake and raced after him. A little too late, he thought. [/FONT]
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As the full weight of the Thessalian cavalry crashed into the flank of the Thebans, the Theban infantry had no idea what had just hit them. A few alert men at the back of the phalanx had the good sense to hightail it back towards the camp when they saw what was barreling down on them, but most were taken completely off guard. For a few brief moments the soldiers bravely tried to maintain their formation, but it was an impossible task, and the flank began to disintegrate. Behind him Jason viewed the rest of his cavalry intercept the Thebans chasing after them, preventing them from salvaging the situation. [/FONT]
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Then out of the corner of his eye he saw the Agrianians emerging from the Theban camp and racing over the broken terrain. They began to bear down on the Theban right, and it was at that moment that Jason knew victory was certain. Pelopidas must have known it as well, because the Thebans had begun a fighting withdrawal in an attempt to salvage what was left. The withdrawal soon turned into a full on rout however as the Agrianes wreaked havoc from behind, and Jason found himself caught up in the slaughter. Many Thebans began surrendering in droves, but the Sacred Band continued to fight ferociously, only surrendering when a mere 30 were left standing and the rest of the army had either fled, died, or surrendered themselves. [/FONT]
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Jason scanned the battlefield carnage. He estimated by the look of things that around 1/3 of the Theban army lay dead on the field. Taking a moment to take in the scope of his victory, he then ordered his men to treat the prisoners like their own soldiers, and give them some food and water. Any wounded that could be taken back to the camp and treated, were. He did not want it to be said that he treated fellow Hellenes like barbarians. Among the dead was Pelopidas, a sword thrust to his stomach showing that he had remained facing forward and fighting up front with his men like every commander should. Jason afforded him a proper burial. A victory monument-a permanent one, not the temporary ones that usually marked battle victories-was erected. More than anyone else, Jason recognized the significance of his triumph. [/FONT]
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[1] I’ll take this moment to explain the Makedonian command structure under Alexnder and Philip that Jason is using ITTL: A file of 16 men (called lochos. It’s 16 since they usually fought 16 men deep) was commanded by a lochagos in the front rank. The smallest tactical unit was a syntagma of 256 men (so like a unit in Rome Total War). Six syntagma formed a taxis of 1,500 men which was commanded by strategos. Six taxeis is what formed a phalanx, which was commanded by a phalengarch. Thank you Wikipedia. [/FONT]