It had been several years in the making and this victory would not be lost to me. We outnumbered what remained of the very large Scipii invasion of Libya yet I refused to enter battle without caution. No victory to be tinged with regret at the loss of too many sons of Alexander. We cornered the Scipii general deep in the desert by an old oasis and I moved my archers and mounted archers forward first to gauge the enemy forces and try to move them from the oasis.
I had been told the name of my adversary, Nero Tullus, but this mattered little. What mattered to me was the eradication of the Romans from this region and then we could concentrate of their removal from Africa and perhaps even the liberation of Carthage.
Nero refused to move from the oasis but time was not on his side. However, as he started to reposition his forces to face the greater mass of my approaching phalanx he charged his self towards one of my passing Arabic cavalry units. I saw my chance and with my Cataphracti I engaged the General directly. I saw his face, a twisted visage of fear just before an Arabic sword struck him from his horse. My Cataphracti trampled his corpse into the sands beneath us and my combined cavalry swiftly put the rest of his “army” to flight.
My Arab scouts advise me that they can only find one set of footprints leading off into the desert….on Roman escaped his death only to be baked in the scorching sun above and die slowly of thirst.
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