The armies of Fulginium, Interanna, and Reate formed up in their hoplite formation early in the morning, rumors of a Gallic army moving south. It started as a brown haze on the horizon, but as the hours moved along it became larger and larger until it seemed a huge dusty cloud took up half the northern sky. Still the army waited in the cool spring day. They hoped the Gauls would be tired. Yet once men could be discerned from the mass of brown, they just kept coming. They didn't even stop before battle, to drink or pray or collect themselves. They just came and like a swarm of ants on a honeyed-cake, overwhelmed the hoplites, swallowing them whole. Few made it out back to their towns to try to evacuate before the swarm hit their homes.
The Gauls hit Fulginium later that afternoon and assaulted the walls, raping and pillaging all those who had stayed in the town. After that the rested, eating their way through the towns supplies. Waiting for the baggage train and women and children to catch up. If ever there was a time to attack a Gallic army it would have been then, drunk and content on their victory. But they would not stay that way, and few towns were left between them and Rome.




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