Slewing to a halt at the rearmost century, Vitellius thrust an arm out, pointing down the slope to the village. 'Macro! Get your men back there at the double!' 'Sir?' Macro was momentarily startled by the order. His eyes followed the direction the tribune was pointing, and passed rapidly over the village to where Germans were swarming across the flat farmland towards them. 'Just do it, Centurion!' Vitellius shouted. 'At the double.' 'Yes, sir!' 'And when you get to the village, go right through it and secure the far gate.' 'Yes, sir!' 'Stop for nothing! Understand?' 'Sir.' As Macro turned to the Sixth century to bellow out the command, Vitellius savagely jerked the reins round and kicked his heels into the side of his horse, before racing back down the column which had smartly about-faced and was quick-marching back towards the village. Macro grabbed Cato's arm. 'Stick close. Whatever happens.' Cato nodded. 'Right, lads, at the trot.
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