sponte agmina retro non exspectato revocantum more tubarum praecipitant: sed torpet iter, falluntque ruentes genva viros; ipsique (putes sensisse) repugnant cornipedes nulloque truces hortamine parent nec celerare gradum nec tollere lumina terra.
The troops rush back of their own will, not waiting for the wonted trumpet call. But their course is sluggish, their knees fail them as they hurry. The very horses resist (you would think they realized) and stubbornly disobey every command, whether to quicken pace or to lift their eyes from the ground.
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