A veritable sea of Gauls and Belgae spread out across the wide valley to every side of the winter quarters, their armour and weapons glinting in the early morning sunlight as they prepared themselves for the next stage of the assault just out of ballista range. Six days now. Every morning the same sight. For six days.Felix turned, cursing once again his ill luck in having been promoted to the position of Camp Prefect with full responsibility for the winter quarters' defences and construction just in time to have them tested to the limit by an unexpected army. He also kicked himself for not paying more attention to the grumbling of Priscus months ago about some great Gallic rebellion. He had - at the time - chided Priscus for jumping at ghosts and spreading panic about some mythical revolt.It looked considerably less mythical from this angle.Behind him, a party of the wounded from yesterday's brutal assault were busy tying sudis stakes together to form jagged barricades to bolster the wooden palisades where they were weakest.
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