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~gez~
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i woke today quite pleasantly, with not many burdens or stresses resting on my shoulder. me and cildaros both donned our undergarments and set of with the rest of the guys to find what had been rustled up for breakfast. only half of the way there i was when i heard the galloping of hooves towards our position, the message was clear
"the guard posts are being raided"
it was down to he to decide what we must do, quickly it was clear i was not going to have the breakfast i so strongly desired this morning. we were commanded to dress in full battle clothing and get ready to march, so we did so
it was a fast arming, only 20 minutes had passed before we were given the order to sally forth and meet the mounted foe. our cavalry ran on ahead while we march behind like the formiddable fighting machine we are. the cavalry withdrew slowly, not getting out of our sight. with our prey always so close it was difficult to break off pursuit, so all of us followed in the hope of a glorious kill.
the trebia was freezing, and heavy rain had meant the water easily came up to our midsections, but the enemy cavalry crossed, so we followed. the pursuit continued on the other side of the river, although at a much slower pace, i myself was feeling fatigued, cold and hungry. not the best mood for battle. soon we saw the enemy army looming in the background of this rapacious swamp and drew up our battle lines
the balerians opened the fighting but were easily defeated by our well trained legions. their horse were all too overwhelming and defeated our flanks, but still we remained steadfast. even after the enemy battle line reached our own, despite the bad condition we were in, we managed to hold the line
fecking sly stealthy subterfugus Carthaginians set a trap, from behind us sprung 1000 horse and 1000 man and charged. we panicked, what else was their to do
the outcome of the trebia was decided
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