[28] So that Artagersas, his own troops well in hand, had easy work with the enemy's bewildered masses.

At the same moment the war-chariots dashed in, right and left, so that many, flying from the chariots, were cut down by the troopers, and many, flying from these, were caught by the chariots.
[29] And now Abradatas could wait no longer.

"Follow me, my friends," he shouted, and drove straight at the enemy, lashing his good steeds forward till their flanks were bloody with the goad, the other charioteers racing hard behind him.

The enemy's chariots fled before them instantly, some not even waiting to take up their fighting-men.
[30] But Abradatas drove on through them, straight into the main body of the Egyptians, his rush shared by his comrades on either hand.

And then, what has often been shown elsewhere was shown here, namely, that of all strong formations the strongest is a band of friends.