bello me, credite, bello, ceu turrem validam aut artam compagibus urbem, delecti insidiis instructique omnibus armis nocte doloque viri nudum ignarumque locorum nequiquam clausere; iacent in sanguine mixti ante urbem vacuam.
With war, believe it, war, did men invest me, like a strong tower or a close-framed city. They were picked for ambush and equipped with every kind of weapon, they beset me with night and guile, defenceless and ignorant of the country. It was in vain. They lie mingled in their blood before an empty town.
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