Ecce inter medios belli praesagus, et ore attonito sensuque simul, clamoribus implet miles castra feris et anhelat clade futura: parcite, crudeles superi; iam stragis acervis deficiunt campi; video per densa volantem agmina ductorem Libyae currusque citatos arma virum super atque artus et signa trahentem.
But lo! in the midst of the army a soldier foretells the battle. With distraction in his aspect and his brain, he fills the camp with his wild shouting, and gasps as he reveals coming disaster: Spare us, ye cruel gods! The heaps of dead are more than the fields can contain; I see Hannibal speeding through the serried ranks and driving his furious chariot over armour and human limbs and standards.
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