Libo and the four legions had been following Hannibal and his army for days, the Proconsul often pressing ahead with scouts while the main army hugged the mountains and trailed behind the invaders, hidden in the thick forest. Libo, ever patient, what waiting for a moment, when both fortune and the Gods provided him and the army with an opportunity, and he was smart enough to know that this would mean patience and timing.
The army was in a constant state of readiness, humbled by the fact that Hannibal had beaten every Roman army for the last year sent against him, almost utterly destroying a generation of young Romans that would never feel what it was like to grow old, naturally.
Things had started off well for Hannibal. Every Roman Legion that had been sent against him had ended up totally destroyed, and that many of the northern Gallic tribes had flocked to his banner. His army had swollen back to about 30,000, and he had enough provisions to keep this war going on the peninsula almost permanently
But oddly enough, none of the Roman cities had come over to his side, even in the Italian allied states areas where traditional anti-roman feeling had spawned countless wars.
That puzzled him.
Did they not remember how they had fought to remain apart of the Roman yoke? Every Italian soldier he had captured in the defeated Roman armies he had released, but few had joined his army….
At that very same moment, Libo and his tribunes sat on their horses, hidden from view by a large copse of trees that provided ample cover, and took yet another opportunity to watch his opponent. This man Hannibal seemed to have a strong personal bond with most of his troops. Riding right in the middle of the formation, and constantly in touch with the other commanders in his army.
A truly worthy foe….
And then the opportunity arose.
It started off simple enough. The Carthaginian /Hispanic army marched in force across the coastal valley, heading down on its way to Jenuensis. Making very good time, due mostly because they chose to march along the beautiful Roman road that cut right through the sweeping countryside, the army was in the process of marching down the face of a large massif and were headed into the thick woods at its base, when Libo realised that their force was likely to lose most of its tactical flexibility as soon as the main body hit the trees.
Calling for Fulfius, he sent back to the four legions and ordered that they be immediately be brought up on the blind side of the nearest hill, so as to be able to fall on the enemy army as soon as it came off the slope.
The tension in the air around Libo was palpable, for in making the decision to attack, Libo was clearly stating where the roman army was located, and if he failed, a prolonged game of cat and mouse could possibly ensue, right where it would do most damage: on Roman soil.
All would have gone to plan, had it not been for the Numidian horsemen that had been out foraging for food, and had seen the dust cloud kicked up form the approaching Roman column, alerting Hannibal just as the Roman troops hit the rise of the nearby hill. Seeing that further progress would land him in much jeopardy, Hannibal rapidly called the halt, and turned his army around, in order to take up position on the heights that he had just abandoned.
Libo saw his second chance, and took it.
‘Fulfius! Advance all the cavalry forwards at the double to that ridge, and take it away from Hannibal. He must not reach that position. You hear me, Fulfius?’
Seize those heights!
Calling up the rest of his tribunes, Libo burst into rapid action.
‘Army to advance, at the fast march. We must cut off Hannibal from that peak, and force his to line up for battle on the slope. Speed and timing are everything.
Today, Hannibal will advance to further on Roman soil. We attack!’
What happened then was a mad dash by both armies to gain those heights, the Carthaginian force in complete disarray as it tried to reverse its direction and make it up the hill before the romans got there.
Fulfius and half the Carthaginian horse arrived at the same time, and both forces swung round to deal with one another, as a huge dust cloud signalled the imminent arrival of both armies.
Hannibal had sent all of his horsemen and Elephants on ahead, to buy time for the foot as they rearranged lines and prepared for the roman onslaught. Fulfius had experienced elephants before, and knew full well that naturally the horses were no match for the armoured beasts, but such was the thought of sane men, and wars were not sane men's activities......
Rome, his people and his life were threatened. Today was a fight to the finish.
Having his hornsman blow the attack, the Roman equites launched at the enemy number, hopelessly outnumbered but fighting for a cause, and the lives of those that they cared for and loved. Issuing perhaps his last command to his men, he told them tersely:
'You fight for Rome, your Consul, and me! Never forget the honour that binds us!
For Rome!'
With that, they tore across the wide open face of the mountain towards the massive horde of enemy horsemen that were bearing down upon them.
Hannibal too knew that the moment of victory or loss had come. His year on the peninsula, his victories, it had all come to this. Screaming to his bodyguard, he broke from the army, and went to join the rest of his cavalry.
It would be now. Today.
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