"No! Stand and fight!"
"Halt men! Halt!"
"Do not disobey order! Stay and hold the line!"
"We are close to winning! Why are fleeing?"
Despite such shouts from Gnaeus and his surrounding officers, since Alexander's reinforcements never came, his flank finally collapsed.
The oxen and handlers ran away, and the 'naked crossbowmen' saw no reason to stick around and get skewered.
Thus the following events appeared like a dam bursting, the solid formation suddenly crumbling into a liquid pool that spread everywhere, the legionaries pouring out of their orderly state into a state of absolute chaos.
And no matter how hoarsely Gnaeus shouted and pleaded, he was like a lonely rock standing against an entire ocean, for just like the waves hit and part against one, before continuing on their way, the men running away split to either side of the place where Gnaeus was standing, forming a kind of 'V' in the vicinity.