There, the Roman’s stood, their vast cohort of red, and there I was in the army of Hannibal, a small mercenary militia looking up at an overwhelming force.
All too soon, they began the march towards our weakest line, the centre, where Hannibal stood. They continued marching, while our army stood still. Then, the lines clashed, shield against shield, swords slicing flesh. The central line began to be pushed back. The flanks bent around the Romans, whilst the cavalry was tied up by distracting units.
The Romans were like an unstoppable sledgehammer. There was a loud crash from the back of the Romans. The cavalry had arrived. Victory was assured.