dashing to the front, he rode bare-headed before his men, shouting to them to follow him.
The Consul now determined to bring forward the force he had kept in reserve, thinking that it would decide the day. But Pyrrhus too had a reserve force, and a more terrible one than his enemy. This was his twenty elephants, which, with towers on their backs filled with armed men, he now let loose upon the foe.
The huge beasts, trumpeting loudly, were more than the Roman horses could stand. Wild with fear at the sight of such strange monsters, they galloped madly away, either throwing their riders or carrying them off the battlefield.
Many of the fallen were trampled to death by the elephants, while the victorious Greeks hastened in pursuit of the flying legions.
The whole Roman army would have been destroyed save for an accident.
As he fled, one of the Roman soldiers flung his spear at an elephant and wounded it. The beast, wild with pain, turned back upon its own army, making the other elephants also restive.
Before order was restored and the animals pacified, the main body of the Romans had escaped across the Siris.
Pyrrhus had gained a victory indeed, but he had lost a large number of his men. As he looked sadly upon the hosts of the dead lying upon the battlefield, he cried, 'Another such victory and I must return to Epirus alone.'
The sight of the Roman soldiers slain in battle roused his admiration, for he noticed that their wounds were all in front. 'Had I such soldiers,' said the king, 'I should soon be master of the world.' Pyrrhus must have been thinking as he spoke of the lazy, undisciplined Tarentines, for his own brave Epirots were surely the last to turn their backs to an enemy.
