Well, I was fighting alongside with Campbell‘s Romano-elephants and Alisdair‘s Speed-Celts against the might of the Roman Republic (Sedated Posh Qualude Renegades, in this case) and some Greek traitor allies. We didn‘t had a plan as each player had 100pt on a 8x4 table that just meant - forward!
I had a hard time this time, my Spartans were good shots but lousy fighters (I know) ... so I had to do the unthinkable and terminate my Lacedaemonian membership with immediate effect and, yes, tactically retreat. Actually twice, just to hold the line - and yes, it did hurt the Romans, BUT Alisdair already had stormed forward attacked Bart and continued to do so until he was wiped from the board.
So that's when our right flank collapsed, no disintegrated, now it was just a matter of time and after two turns, my Greek deep phalanges were collapsing under front AND flanking attacks. I can now officially blame the fanatical, unwashed and tattooed Celts and hide my Spartan shame in overtly accusative rants! (If I think about it, I even was able to gave the Romans (Peter) a hard time breaking me, while I was drawing shit cards ... ha!) ... but yes in the end a collapsing flank is the end in "To the Strongest". You can prolong and delay the inevitable but you cannot evade it. Still it was a fantastic game, I‘m warming up to them ... ;)
Some uncommented impressions of the antique slaughter for your personal entertainment (you won‘t get that in a circus!)