To the Rome dusk it was not more than a field of blood and open meat. The greatest army formed by the man absolutely had been destroyed in a single battle. A epic and apparently decisive victory. Now Rome and all the peninsula were at the mercy of Anbal. Everything indicated that only it was necessary to stretch the arm and to take the reward. Third was on its awares. Nevertheless, the nightmare was on the verge of beginning. At the outset its mind was in target, but then, at a moment, everything remembered.
We have been defeated. Mouth was tended in the ground down, watching made its right, place setting of blood and with a terrible pain in the neck and its right shoulder. Two Roman bodies covered, one of backs covering their legs and another one to him on their head, as if it was embracing to him. Suddenly, it feared to have lost an extremity. It tried to move his arms and legs.
Yes, everything is in its place. The scent of the blood was confused with a smooth breeze of summer. Their eyes became damp Why I am alive? Third wished to be resting like his companions in the world of deads, but when remembering to them, returned to their mind those desires, their hopes and the conviction of the victory. How he passed all this? One assumed that ramos the Mars children. The internal pain destroyed the heart to him. While its glance was lost in front of a pile of corpses, it listened to steps. These became clear more and more, until they paused. They talked in a strange language. They were the Carthaginians. Of it seemed that one separated of the group and said a pair of words. Just later a blow was listened to, with a slight metallic sound, followed of a weak one moaned.