My first fanfic. It's chapter one of the story, I hope to update it later. Please enjoy the short begin and feel free to review. My appologies for bad English etc.
There we stood. In the cold sweaping rain, on a field next to a forrest, somwhere in Gaul. I was in the front line, leading the men of the tenth legion. Caesar would come with help, untill then, we were strongly outnumberd against those wild and bloody Gauls.
They were approaching...their tactics were simple..they just ran into the enemy lines, with no fear for their lives. As usual, they shouted insults in a language we don't understand, trying to impress us, with no result. My men were the bravest and strongest soldiers in the empire, they would fight untill death comes and get them. There they come...
The Gauls ran faster and faster, approaching our lines.
I gave orders.."Hastati! Pila!"
The Hastati took their pila and placed them upon their shoulders, ready to throw.
"Pilaaa...now!", I yelled. Like one machine, they threw their javelines. A huge rain of spears fell in to the Gaul troops. A lot of them were killed by just a spear, but still we were outnumberd.
"Take your swords! One line!"
My men formed three perfect lines of shields. Now...
They ran into our shields and swords, falling and followed by another one...I pushed one back with my shield, cutting his throat of. Blood everywhere, and the battle has just started...