Who will win?

Tuesday, 19 July 2011

Imperial Guards Brigade vs. Praetorian Guards; Battle and Results;Completed!

*A nod to MonolopyMan and his Julius Caesar vs. Cao Cao for making an interesting back  story for a fight like this.*

Centurion Livius: Gladius, two pila, five plumbata
Evocati Augusti Mercatus: Spatha,two pila, five plumbata
Immune Vibius: Gladuis, two pila, five plumbata
Militie Seius: Gladuis, two pila, five plumbata
Milite Vedius: Gladuis, two pila, five plumbata
Milite Salonius: Spatha, two pila, five plumbata
Milite Furius: Gladuis, two pila, five pulmbata
Milite Iulius: Gladuis, two pila, five pulmbata
Milite Curius: Gladuis, two pila, five pulmbata
Milite Lartius: Gladuis, two pila, five pulmbata

Commanding Officer Wu Ch'uan-yu: Dao, Ji, Bow w/11 arrows
Officer Ke Sheng-e: Dao, Ji, Bow w/11 arrows
Officer Fo Bao: Jian, Ji, Bow w/11 arrows
Solider Hai Ning:Jain, Ji, Bow w/11 arrows
Solider Qi Fu: Jain, Ji, Crossbow w/10 bolts
Solider Tun Dai Jian, Ji, Crossbow w/10 bolts
Solider Fu Long-ga: Jian, Ji, Crossbow w/10 bolts
Solider Nalan Xingde: Dao, Ji, Bow w/11 arrows
Solider Ma Yueh-liang Jian, Ji, Bow w/11 arrows
Solider Luo She: Jian, Ji, Bow w/11 arrows

Some selections of music to fit the purpose:

A long time ago, in a distant land...

Having defeated the Persians, the Roman Empire shifted its focus on a new enemy, whom they knew only as the 'Qing'. Various scouts  and spies had reported on the vast size of the eastern empire, along with their size in troops.

The Roman Emperor, still young but wise, decided to wait on an invasion, wanting to grow his forces first and slowly move them towards the Qing. If he could conquer them, he could conquer anyone.

The Qing had similar ideas in mind. The Manchu Emperor had put peace with his former enemies, and was ready to expand western. Such explorations before had failed (The Emperor remembered what happened to Cao Cao years before) and were risky to try.

Never the less, the Emperor of Qing was prepared to do what no one else had done before him: conquer the Romani.

The two opposing empires waited. They recruited mass forces and produced a great supply of arms for their armies. Scouts and spies were rotating at a fluid pace, all ready to inform their respective rulers of the others move.

The Romans, after ten years, had placed most of their forces on the West side of Parthian, ready to march on the Emperors command. The Qing, likewise, had lined up on the Eastern side.

The two opposing forces slowly moved in towards each other. They both knew who won in Parthian would win the war. The massive armies of both could not move quickly to a decisive battlefield, so a smaller party from both were sent out to come to an agreement. Both sides sent their Emperors and their royal guards.

A night before ether party could reach each other, a small of  each Emperor's trusted guards were sent out to scout, and possibility assassinate the opposing leader. Neither side knew that the other had though the same thing...


Livius wiped the sweat off his forehead with his index finger, flinging it to the ground as he climbed over the rock hill. He had never liked hot weather before in his life, even as a child. He was used to the mild climate of Rome and Eastern Germanic, were he had spent years before serving the Empire. He was at least happy he was given the rank of centurion for all his troubles. He had a high enough position in the Praetorian Guards to have a say in its direction, but low enough so that he may continue to fight as a solider for Rome.

He wasn't happy when he learned that the Emperor was moving East. He never like leaving his family behind, especially his youngest son Atia, who was just four months of age. He had a duty, however, to serve Rome and the Emperor and never backed down to do so. He and the other Guards had traveled with the Emperor all the way from Rome, over seeing the main armies behaviour. They had not seen trouble so far, and they played a rather useless role at this point.

He was one of two centuries that accompanied the Emperor on this suppose 'peaceful agreement'. He knew very well from being a solider for nearly 20 years that all peaceful agreements from commanders always ended up with bloodshed. He knew too many Romans would not come back the way they came coming to the meeting point, but he accepted his orders and followed through.


Wu Ch'uan-yu embraced this new climate has he lead his troops through the hot sandy hills. To long had he been kept in the cloudy capital, protecting the Emperor from nobody.  Being outside in such weather gave him good spirit, which the aging officer knew was important to bring into such a war like this. His many years of service under the Manchu Emperor had taught him many skills for both his military and personal life, gaining him good reputation amongst the Emperor. This connection was strong enough to land him a high position in the Imperial Brigade.

Traveling to Parathion was a dangerous track.  Many troops had fell to Indian and Mongolian raiding parties on the armies way through the mountains. He made sure that not such parties would even get close to the Emperor. It was his mission to protect the one man at all cause, and he never fell trough on that oath. The mass army formed on the east side of Parathion, waiting for their western counterparts to arrive. He had heard rumours amongst the Emperors chancellors that a 'diplomatic party' would be sent out to try and reason with the 'Romai' as they were called. Ch'uan-yu was interested with, seeing a great chance for him in the Emperor's favour. Perhaps this would be his time to be immortalized.


Livius turned his head to look back at his men. He had wanted to bring more soldiers for this mission, but the Emperor wanted the least amount of Guards leaving him, in case of an attack on his camp. Livius reasoned with his logic, but cursed him just the same. A force of 10? How could he be so foolish to send out that few, especially on a mission like this?

The Emperor had decided to send out a group of 'scouts' to spy on the enemy camp before their negations. Only a ruler wanting to assassinate his enemy, the centurion though, would send his Guards out as scouts. He was smart and experienced to know when and when not to strike on such a mission. He had killed many barbarian tribe chiefs before, but this would be different with such a high profile ruler. He would probably have an army of Guards surrounding him, the best the Romans being able to do and see what he looked like. Many rulers would send decoys to diplomatic meetings so they would not be in danger.

He and his ten men had left their camp just before dawn, and now the sun was rising at a fast pace. Even in the mornings it was hot in the South. The rim of his helmet shield his eyes from the light of the sun, but it did nothing about the bitter heat. At least his men were loyal enough to follow through with this. That's why he personally chooses them for this.

His second Mercatus was a dedicated man and a loyal solider to Rome. They had seen many years together, and both knew they could be trusted. Two younger Immunes he had also chosen, wanting the best for his force. Six other militie had came with them. Livius could not remember all their names, but he remembered seeing their faces on the Germanic Fort Uprising, citing that as their experience for a mission like this.

He disliked his numbers, but was confident in what he had. Even a small force of Praetorian Guards would be effective with what ever the Qing threw at them.


Ch'uan-yu used the staff of his ji to aid him up the steep hill before him. He looked down at his other troops whom he had command over. He felted honoured the Emperor had chosen him beyond all others to lead an attack on the enemy camp. He had read Sun Tzu 'Art of War' many times before, and knew how a sneak attack would benefit the outcome of the war. Deception, as it was said, is the key to all war.

The Emperor had chosen the best of his Guards Brigade to send on this raid. If he was lucky, they would be able to kill the enemy ruler before the battle even began. If not, he could at least guess his numbers, weapons, and tactics. Ch'uan-yu was hoping for the former of the two. He had grown up listening to stories of loyal warriors slaying enemy kings for the right of his nation and his ruler. perhaps men many years from then would make stories of him and how he slain the Western King to lead Qing to victory.

He choose to be as stealthy as possible, bringing as few men as he could without leading them into a death trap. His two officers, Ke Sheng-e and Fo Bao, were highly trained in martial arts, and could beat the best swordsmen anywhere with ease. The rest he had chosen for their archery and crossbow skills, a factor he was key on.

All men were wearing the best armour the Emperor had. Ch'uan-yu refused at first to wear such heavy armour, but the Emperor insisted on them wearing it, citing rumours of the Romani using swords that could pierce iron in a single thrust. Ch'uan-yu did not fear such a thing. he knew his arrows could kill them before they could even draw a sword. His force of ten would defeat anyone in their way.


Livius and his men had reached a small valley with high hills on both sides. The only direction was forward. A steep hill laid in front of them, and would be a chore to climb with their weapons and armour. Livius was growing weary of this march, hoping the enemy camp was near by. He noticed a small amount of trees up on the hills in front of him. He had not seen trees for weeks, and found it strange why they would be here.

He looked back at his troops. They too looked tired of this long walk. One of the militie was looking like he was about to fall asleep. He gave a yelp, catching the man alert who looked up with a worried expression.

"Stop" he ordered with a firm voice. His men stumbled to a halt, looking the centurion with dumb expressions. He was disgusted at such behaviour. " Look at you." he said in the tone of a great leader.    " You're Romans. You're suppose the iron fist of the Emperor. Travelling has goon you lazy. Shameful!" He adjusted his shield as he paced back and forth.
"I have seen many men like you die for their laziness on the battlefield. Men who grew tired from long walks, and were cut to pieces because they weren't alert. Men who fell asleep while at guard, and who had I killed myself as a punishment!" He bit his teeth together at the last sentence. His men gulped at the idea of their leader killing his own troops.

"We have a mission." Livius went on. "We have been ordered to scout out the enemy. The enemy, who has forces far beyond your simple minds. I have seen many missions of this kind in my years. I have been sent out on missions far more riskier than this." He looked at his men, stopping in his step. He saw the fear on their faces. He smiled at this. A leader who could strike fear in his troops was a force to be reckon with.


Ch'uan-yu chuckled to himself, humored by this man's foolishness. Is this all what the great 'Romani' have to bring. He and his men had spotted the Westerners through the trees from a top the hill they stood on. He noted how tall each man was, especially their leader (whom he presumed was the man barking at the rest like a mad dog). He studied closely at their equipment and armour. Steel covered him from head to toe, but he could see weak spots at the faces and legs. They carried large, rectangular shields that Ch'uan-yu hoped wouldn't pose much of a problem.

Hidden by the brush of the trees, he and his men spreed out across the Westerners.  They couldn't in circle them as Ch'uan-yu wanted to, which would reveal themselves for a time. They would have to fight them straight on. The Romani leader continued his rant to his troops as Ch'uan-yu readied his arrow on his prized bow. Most of his other men were equipped with bows like him, each carrying 11 arrows. Three of his men had crossbows, and were preparing bolts to be loaded.

Ch'uan-yu looked down the line of his men. For the ones with bows, they had their arrows quivered and their hands ready to draw and release their shafts onto the unsuspecting enemy. For the few with crossbows, they had their weapons aimed down with their fingers itching to pull the trigger.

"You." Ch'uan-yu whispered to one of the crossbowmen. "Take aim at the man in the far rear." The young solider nodded and aimed at the target he was told to take. This was the man closes and most exposed to their location, making sure of a kill.

"I want their leader for my own killing." Ch'uan-yu whispered to himself. He smiled slightly. The Great Western Empire had fallen into their trap.


Livius still did not lift his gaze from his troops. He had yelled at and threaten his own troops with death for more than two minutes now. He could see the look of shock on all their faces. He counted with his speech, only much softer as to relive them a bit.

As he spoke, he did not lift his gaze from one of the young millite Lartius. He was youngest to everybody else, only 19, and had seen the least experience of the group. Livius could see much fear in his eyes, one above all the others. The fear an animal has as it looks down an archers bow. The fear a man has as he sees the killing blow of a sword coming but can do nothing about him. The type of fear that made boys into men, and men into warriors, and warriors into legends.

Maybe he will learn the warriors way after this war is over, Livius though to himself, hoping only good for this young man.

"You must always be alert at all times." Livius continued, taking his eyes off of Lartius and onto the other men. "On missions like this, even the best train soldiers can fall victim to a sneak attack-"


The sound of punctured metal made all the Romans hearts jump. They all turned and faced each other, panic slightly with what was occurring. Livius looked at all his troops. He notice Lartius standing dead still as the others were moving around. He could not see him clearly through his men, so moved closer to him.

"Lartius." he said as he brushed his men aside. He did not answer. As Livius finally got to his young solider, he stood speechless. Lartius stood there like a corpse, his arms hanging freely and his head nodded down. His eyes were half open and his men slightly open as well. A large dart was impaled in the left side of his helmet, where it was dented and collapsed. Blood pooled from the wound and his mouth. Like I great tree, he timbered to his knees, then face down, dead on the ground.

Livius stood above the bloody body stunned. He had never seen a boy so young be killed so quickly in his entire life. He suddenly remembered who he was and what was happening.

"Attack!" he cried out to his men, who were still standing looking at their fallen comrade. Intensity rushed to his face as he dashed to the other side of his men. Just then an arrow lodged into the ground just in front of his foot, forcing him to sidestep to avoid it. Soon more arrows were being fired at the Romans from the forested hill in front of them. The other Guards quickly got alert, shuffling their shields around to avoid more arrows. Who ever was firing at them, their trap had worked.


Ch'uan-yu grinned in delight of his successful ambush. The Romaniis had been dumb enough to walk straight into his trap, so he was happy enough to lock them in their cage. His crossbowman had had taken out one of the enemy soldiers with superior skill, much to his delight. he then had ordered his other men to fire volleys of arrows and bolts in order to weaken the enemy up. This was not an easy task however. Even with his men's great skill as archers and crossbowmen, the enemy possessed large rectangular shields that could deflect most of their projectiles off. He could see them too forming into a lines, three men in the front, three men in the middle, and three men in the back.

"Cowards." he hissed underneath his breath. He had fought similar enemy before, who used shields made of rattan to deflect missiles in a similar fashion. These shields were even larger and appeared to be made of wood, with a bulb of iron placed in the centre of it. He did not feel defeated by this factor. In fact, he felt enjoyed by it, hoping that this could showcase his archery skills.

He had already strung out two arrows and was stringing his third. His other men countined their volley, still unable to hit any soldiers in their un-armoured areas. Most were halfway through their bolts, but went on shooting for they had not been ordered to do otherwise. Good soldiers, Ch'uan-yu though to himself. He returned to his own bow. He surveyed the enemy, who were now closing in on each other, locking their shields. He spied the man closes to him in the front and took aim. His drawing arms was strong from years of training, itching to get its target. He took in a deep breath and released.


Livius organized his men quickly. He cursed himself for not drilling them before they departed. many had not fought in such a small unit before. They were smart enough to see where the arrows were coming from. They raised their shields to their faces, knowing these scutum would deflect most long range attacks. Livius could now see where the enemy were located. They had appeared to place themselves in the shadows of the trees and had great skill with their arrows. Livius paused just as a bolt flew by his face. He looked at where it landed. It was not long enough to come from an arrow, looking more like the bolts of ballistas and scorpions, which he had studied before. The Qing as they were called seemed very technology advanced for barbarians, and they would be quite a challenge for even the veteran Centurion.

Knowing that his men couldn't charge up hill without being pelted by arrows and bolts, Livius wanted to quickly move into Testudo formation. Because of their already lost man, the Romans moved into three rows of three men, making sure they did not move their shields to the sides or backs of them, fearing the enemy arrows. Livius took to the front right flank, as all Centurions would do. Augusti took the far right flank to him, making sure every other man knew his position. Livius looked back at all his men. There faces of fear had been erased, replaced with stone chiseled looks that was truly Roman.

Livius took a deep breath of relief. Hopefully now he could at least survive with these men backing him. He slowly turned his head back to call out the order. As he looked forward, a very heavy object hit the side of his helmet, causing his head to jerk with a great big CLANG! Dazed for only a moment, he looked back, assuming it must have been an arrow. He opened his mouth, but was stopped by a great scream behind him. He looked to see one of his Milite Curius with an arrow sticking straight in his eye. The young man screamed out, tears of blood running down his face. The sight was horrific, but it could not distract Livius from the rest of the battle. He watched as Curius fell to his knees dead, the second Roman to be killed today. The man behind him, Iulius, stepped in to take his place without a which of emotion.

Livius looked back forward. This time it was getting more personal. He chomped down on his teeth and gripped his shield with rage.

"Testudinem formate!" he bellowed out. He did not take his stare off of the Qing, still hidden in the tree line. The sound of shuffling shields being raised above heads cluttered behind him, and he knew now the Qing would have to face an entirely different opponent altogether.


Curses! Ch'uan-yu cluched his bow with anger. He had missed his target, who he knew was the commander, by only an inch. Had he eliminated him first, the resulting battle would have been a slaughter for the Romani. He had hit a solider behind him, but such inaccuracy could get a man demoted in his ranks. Ch'uan-yu then breathed softly, knowing that anger and fruition would hinder his tactical skills. He looked down his line of men, seeing that most were close to exhausting their arrows.

"Hold back." he ordered with a hard tone. His men stopped in mid shot and lowered their weapons, looking at their leader. Ch'uan-yu looked at the Romani. Their commander gave an order (to what Ch'uan-yu assumed, as he did not speak a word of Roman), and the soldiers began to shuffled their shields around. The men in front raised their shields high to their faces, so only their eyes were visible, the men in the back rows raised their shields above their head, making the entire formation look like a small fortress.

Clever, the Manchu officer though to himself with a stroke of his beard. Though he despised all those not loyal to the Emperor, he had a great respect for smart military tactics and maneuvers like what the Romani were displaying. Such a formation, he though to himself, would be invincible to the rest of their missile attack. With low, rhythm grunts from their commander, the Romani slowly moved towards the base of the hill. The Qing soldiers counted to look at this with amazement.

Ch'uan-yu sat back to think of his next move. The Romani in their fortress formation would easily deflect the rest of his missile based weapons, even his best crossbow. They did however appeared weak for close quarters combat in the same formation, meaning he could attack and outflank them with ease. Still, these men appeared well trained for hand to hand combat, especially in an open field. A better tactic, he thought, was to draw them into the forest with a hit and run attack. Seeing that the Romani could not fight best in singles combat, he would once in the forest split them up and attack them with ji and sword. He would keep drawing them in, taking them out one by one, than circling and trapping the few that remained to finish them off.

The cunning commanding officer sat back up and looked to his men, than to the advancing Romai. They were now at the foot of the hill, still in formation, waiting for the Qing to make their next move. He turned back to his men.

"Listen." he spoke with a powerful brow. "Place down your bows and pick up your pole arms. We shall attack while their weak and then draw them into the woods. There, we shall attack them one by one, before killing the last few. Understood?" This men nodded, knowing that their commander was a smart tactician. Down they place they're bows and up they picked their ji. Such a weapon was very powerful in the hands of a trained solider, and they would wreak havoc on the Romani


Livius had finally reached the based of the hill. He was not surprised that the enemy had stopped attacking them with arrows. The Testudo had never failed him before. But now he had to be careful. The move to end long range attacks had to be given by a wise commander, and Livius did not want to take any chances. He stopped at the bottom of the hill, waiting to see what the Qing had to bring for close quarters. An eerie moment of silence came, where nothing happened. It began to scare Livius, who could remembered many similar sneak attacks by Germanic tribes years ago. He felt best if his men weren't crippled by how many soldiers the Qing attacked with.

"Agmen formate." Livius ordered. This formation was much more common to the Romans, who shuffled out of Testudo and into a straight line of men, with two on each sides defending the flanks.

"Prepare pila." If the Qing were trying to surprise Livius, he would return the favour with his pilas. Everyman took out his light pilum and held it behind their shield. He stood ready for any attack. Suddenly, a brush of motion came in front of them. From the trees came a man, short in height compared to the Romans, but equal in courage. He had features of Eastern men, with a small round face and black hair fixed smoothly on his face. He was armoured in a large, heavy tunic and an awkward shaped helmet. He carried what appeared to be an axe, but of a strange design and on a fairly long shaft, looking more like a spear.

More of these men appeared, quickly making a long row across the top of the hill. They just stood there, not yet moving. Livius looked them up and down. They were all well armoured and carried similar weapons (the long spear axe that he only hoped did not play a factor and a selection of two different swords hung at their waist). The man i the middle of this force looked down on Livius. He raised his spear above his head and cried out. The other men replied to him in a similar manner. Their commander, Livius though to himself.

"Ready" Livius said to his men. They all gripped their pila tightly, itching to throw them. The Qing taunted the Romans before they all started to charge down the hill, spear axes raised above their heads.

"Iacere Pila! " Livius cried out, all his men including themselves following up with a throw of their pilas, which flew with a great WHOOSH!


Ch'uan-yu was never a man to be surprise, especially on the battlefield, but the maneuver the Romani just pulled was shocking to his eyes. he and his men were expecting to clash against the Romanis formation and then feign retreat to follow his plan, but he was stopped in his tracks (literally). A wall of giant bolts had been thrown by the enemy (a tactic unseen in the Qings day) and had done great damage to Ch'uan-yu's troops.

The veteran officer was able to dodge one of these bolts, much like the rest of his men. A few were less fortunate. Luo She, a young solider, had taken one straight to the throat, ripping through his windpipe and ultimately killing him instantly.  Ma Yueh-liang too had been directly hit, only in the chest. The giant bolt had pierce the thickest part of his armour, going only far enough to poke his heart and lung. He desperately tried to remove it, but the quick twisting along with the enormous blood loss couldn't stop him from dieing.

Nalan Xingde was a bit more lucky. The bolt thrown at him only skimmed his skirting, deflecting right off, but with its base armouring into his side, tweaking his knee. He cried out in pain, but was strong enough to hold himself with his ji. He glared angrily at the solider who had injured him, seeking revenge in the sure future.

Ch'uan-yu was hit hard by the casualties, but rebounded to focus on his plan. He was unsure wether or not the Romani had more of these throwing bolts, and he did not want to take anymore chances with them out in the open. His men were still at a distance, waiting for Ch'uan-yu to give the orders.

"Pullback!" he said in a desperate tone. He hoped that he sounded like he was indeed panic, leading the enemy to believe they were truly weakened, when in fact the Qing would turn around and cut them to pieces in the forest. He and his men ran back up the hill to play in the feign retreat, expect for one.

Fu Long-ga, a young but passionate solider, was angered of the killings of his comrades by such cowardly tactics of the barbarians. he charged downhill, swing his ji with great power and speed while roaring in spite.

"Fu!" Ch'uan-yu yelled at his rampaging solider. "Pullback!" He was angered at this mans disobedience of an order, especially when facing enemies so tricky. Fu came to the centre of the Romani shield line. He surprised everyone (even himself) when he brought the back fluke of his ji down on the head of one of the Romani. The spear axe head went straight through the mans helmet, perching trough his scalp, skull, and brain. That man had no time to scream or respond. Blood pooled his mouth and his eyes went blank as death took him.

Fu removed the ji from the mans head and ran back up the hill with his fellow Guardsman. Nalan Xingde still limped back up, not fearing being left behind. He watched as his comrades disappeared into the forest. from behind him he heard a slight SWOOSH, like the noise made earlier by the Romani's bolts. Oh no, he thought as a pilum pierced into his back, striking his kidney, causing him to fall to the ground while lashing out in pain.

Nalan tried to grab the bolt impaled in his back while rolling in pain. He continued to cried as one of the Romani went up to him, no doubt the one who had nailed him with the bolt. The man stood tall and proud over his enemy, clinching the sword in his hand.

"Take this, Qing scum." the man muttered as he thrust the sword into Nalan's throat. the Manchu had seen his last day before dieting at the hands of the Romani. Perhaps someone else would bring his revenge.


 Salonius removed his Spatha from the dead mans body. he spat on him, still angered at the attack made by his comrade. Lartius, Curius, and Iulius (the man impaled through the head) were all now dead. Livius went up to Salonius, followed by the rest of the Romans. The commander looked at the dead Qing, to examine his armour and weapons. The armour itself was made of a strange type of steel scales laced together by a strange fabric to Roman eyes. The helmet was too steel, along with the skirting and arm guards of the man. he carried the spear axe like the others, along with a strange sword. It was long like a spatha, but curved and single edged, like a sica used by the eastern Thracian's.

" These men looked experienced." Livius muttered to his men. "They have great skill with their arms and will wield them like no warrior who've seen before. They're obviously drawing us into the trees to sneak attack us like before. If that's what they want, that his what Rome will give to them."

The rest of the Romans looked at their leader as if he were crazed. Was he leading them straight into an ambush on purpose? They looked at each other to see what the other was thinking. The look was the same all the way through. They all though of retreat, sensing their mission had failed.

"Why do you look worried?" Livius asked. "Do you not see that their weakness is our strength? They're weapons are too long and unwieldy inside those woods, and we shall force them into close quarters combat quicker than they want. Now are you with me?"

The Romans looked at Livius, then to each other, than back to Livius. They nodded in agreement with faces of courage returning to their faces. Livius smiled at this. He turned around and looked into the woods. Prepare Qing, he thought to himself, because today shall be Roman.


"You idiot!" Ch'uan-yu bellowed at Fu Long- ga. "Had dare you disobey a direct order! I should kill you right now for such stupidity!" He was extremely angered at his solider, slapping him in the face twice now.

"And what of our allies who were killed by the savages in such a manner?" Fu argue back. "For those killed deserve revenge by the hands of their comrades. they deserved to die better."

"Who are you to judge this type of manner?" Ch'uan-yu argued back. "Had we retreated quicker if not for your tactics, perhaps your comrade Nalan may not have fallen to the Romani again." Ch'uan-yu was right in his words, hating the lost of comrades just the same. Fu looked at his commander, who had released some steam now.

"I apologize my leader." the young solider said, bowing in respect. "It was my wrong to attack in such a way. Perhaps I will be soon some pity by you."

Ch'uan-yu looked down at his solider in though. "I pity you Fu." he said softly (pun intended). He took his focus off of him and back to his plan, he had placed his troops in various spot in the woods, some ordered to instantly attack, others to let the Romani through and then follow from behind. He had used such tactics while hunting attempted assassins in the Imperial forest. If the Romani were just as dumb as before, this trap would prove fatal.


Livius took him and his troops into the woods. They could not form a proper formation, so had to rely on their individual training to keep them save. Livius kept his eyes sharp as he looked into the deep forest. He looked for anything that could be human. A helmet, an arm, an axe, a sword. He tough back to his service in Germaina. In the thick German woods, like these ones, the barbarians hid under any bush, any tree they could find. It was a cowardly tactic, but it was still effective, especially if a warrior like the Qing were using it.

Mercatus too remembered this. He himself had been attacked by a group of Germans in the middle of the cold night. It had terrified him, even to that day. He tough of how the Germans attacked covered in mud to cloak them in the darkness. While it was still light out, the trees offered a great load of shadows to hide the Qing from Roman sight. He remembered the armour they wore; dark, dull, natural, oppose to their shiny helmets and red shields. A branch suddenly snapped Mercatus square in the face.

"Ah dammit!" he muttered under his breath, not wanting to raise alarm. He blinked at the pain in his face, rubbing his eyes to steady his vision. from behind he heard a twig snap. His helmet obstructing his vision, he turned around. Ten feet away, a Qing was slowly closing in on him with a spear axe.

"Attack! At the rear!" Mercatus yelled to alert his fellow soldiers. The rest of the Romans turned to face him. Suddenly, another Qing emerged to the side of them, charging with with a sword. And then an other to the back. And another to the front. More and more were encircling them, trapping them in a circle of death.

For the first time in his career, Livius was nervous. he had suspected a sneak attack, but he was sure that none was behind them. Instead of cursing his failure, he took charge with the only words his mouth could say: "Romans. Fight!"


(While in individual combat, all these duels happen in the same time)

Tun Dai charge towards Furius with his ji wielded over his head. Furius still had a pilum left over, optioning to use it as a spear to make distance between him and Tun. Tun stopped and lowered his ji at the Roman. He went on to try some feign stabs with his polearm, but the Roman was to well trained with his shield. Stepping back, while measuring the distance of trees around him, Tun swung around his ji, attacking at Furius shield. The scutum buckled against the force, nailing the Roman on his head. Though his enemy was stunned, Tun was unable to finish him, as his ji had followed through  to far and had hit a tree. Furius recovered himself and took advantage against Tun, who was still recovering his ji. He stepped in with great sped, thrusting with the pilum. The iron tip poked the Qing square in the chest, but did not pierce the scales.

Tun dai stepped back in pain, gripping his chest. He looked back to the Roman, who had dropped his javelin for his sword. Quick to react, the Manchu guard lunged forward, thrusting with his full weight. The pure force knock Furius backwards, surprising and stunning him. Tun kept coming. He next attacked the Romans legs, striking hard at the bronze greaves that he wore. Furius cried in pain, feeling his bones break under the power. Tun attacked his other leg, causing Furius to fall to his knees. His eyes squinted hard with pain as he groaned out. Tun side stepped and swung the head of his ji at the back of the Romans neck. The crescent blade hacked deep into his neck, severing the spinal cord in half. All expression disappeared from his face as Tun removed his weapon. The nearly headless body feel forward, bringing its shield with him.


Vibius was busy with Qi Fu. The Immune had years of training in both wrestling and boxing and had a natural fighters ability. Qi Fu was just as skilled and powerful as a fighter, and the two titans clashed. Qi took many swings at Vibius, most of which hit the edge of his shield. The vibrations shocked his grip, but Vibius would not give in. Qi quickly slid the head of his axe over Vibius' shield, attempting to hook the shield away with the hook of the axe. Vibius turned the tables and followed through, passing Qi's ji head on the mission to slash his face off with his glades.

At the last moment, Qi side stepped, forcing him to drop his ji and take a slash to his face. It was a large cut, but he still lived. He stepped forward, making sure there was distance between him and the Roman. He drew his jian and turned around, only to find a giant shield in his face. Vibius rammed at Qi, driving him straight to a tree. Qi hit hard on the tree, his wind blew out. With his enemy stuck between his shield and the tree, Vibius slashed at his hamstrings. The Qing's skirting stopped the blade from going through. Pissed off, Vibius rammed the iron boss of his shield into the ribs of his enemy. Qi groaned in pain as his ribs broke inside him. Vibius rammed again, stepping back to let his enemy slide down the side of the tree, defeated. Stabbed into his face with his glades, dropping another Qing down.


Salonius was trading blows with Ke Sheng-e. Ke had opt to drop his ji and use his dao against the Romani. Salonius was tall and thickly built, so he preferred the spatha as his arm. Ke attacked with his sabre with multiple slashes, wanting to test his opponents reaction time. Salonius had slower reflections than most men, failing to counterattack on any of Ke's feign attacks. Cunning, Ke planned his way of attack. He slashed low at Saloinus' knees, forcing the Roman to drop his shield to block. Ke could see the counterattack of the spatha coming. He blocked it with ease, still making certain of the distance between him and his enemy.

In a quick motion, Ke feign a slashed across Salonius' face. The Roman winced at the attack, stepping back and leaving himself open. Not one to miss time, Ke stepped in and brought his dao down on the Romans head, denting it. Salonius was dazed as Ke repeated the slash. The blunt force of the edge was unable to hack into his helmet, but was still powerful enough to put a crack in his skull. Twirling his dao around in a taunt, Ke finished his assault with a slice to Salonius' throat, causing blood to spray out all over the place. Ke wiped the blood off his face as Salonius' body fell to the ground.


Seius was facing Hai Ning, which was no easy task. Hai had tremendous skill with his jian, twirling it around with great speed, causing a stalemate of sorts. Hai slashed downwards at Seius, who blocked it with his gladius, coming in with his shield. The iron boss just barely hit the Manchu in the chest, pushing him back but not doing much damage. he countered with a side step, cutting at Seius' legs. The lucky Roman was able to block with the rim of his shield, stopping most of the force from coming through, but the end of the blade still cut the back of his leg unprotected by his greaves but below the knee. He ignored the pain and kept fighting.

Seius blocked a swinging slash with the iron boss of his shield and then charged forward. Becoming a human shield wall, he drove Hai forward into the woods, unable to hit any trees. He stooped his charge, which allowed Hai to side step to his right, aiming for a slash at the back of his neck, hoping to end the fight. Seius saw this coming and ducked. While on one knee, he sliced the back of Hai's calves, causing hai to fall down in screaming pain. He crawled over to his fallen enemy, grasping his gladius like an ice pick and thrusted it into Hais chest. Using his full body weight, he made sure to pierce into his heart, knowing he was truly dead. He did not watch as death took Hai's eyes.


Vedius' and Fo Bao's fight was nothing but bloodily. Fo had powerful strokes with his jian, denting the edges of Vedius' shield. In return the Roman had thrown hard slashes against his chest, weakening his armour. Vedius feigned a downward jab, then charged in with his shield. He drove Fo against a tree, but the Qing was able to free his sword arm. Before his ribs were destroy like his fallen allie Qi Fu, Fo back blade slashed at the Romans back. The brute force didn't break his armour, but stunned Vedius long enough to give Fo the space he needed.

Winding up, he took a great side kick to his enemies shield, knocking it out of his hands. Vedius panicked for a moment. He was now without shield and felted defeated, but knew he could keep fighting. As Fo came in with a thrust, he side stepped and caught his lungeing arm, taking him down with a leg sweep. This forced him and Fo to drop their swords. Fo landed hard on the ground, with Vedius following up quickly, taking a mounted position. He took two punches straight at his face, gashing his eye. Feeling he had his enemy beat, Vedius went for his sword which had fallen to his left side. Fo used this motion to knock the heavy Roman off his chest. Vedius fell over, stunned and scrambling for his sword. Fo preformed a kip up, landing on his feet and grabbing his sword in the process. Vedius looked up in shock as Fo slashed his sword down on his face.

The bloody Qing took his sword from his fallen enemy. He wondered how his fellow soldiers had paired against the Romans. He turned around, only to find Livius right in his face. He was to weak to raise his sword, giving Livius the chance to thrust his gladius into his throat. He stared at the Roman as blood pooled his mouth. The man did not take his glare off of him. He slowly fell to his knees as blood covered his eyes.


Livius took his sword from the dead mans throat and let him fall to the ground. He and Mercatus had avoided fighting these men to try and find the Qing leaders, who he was sure were hiding somewhere in the woods. Their search was unsuccessful, and they returned to find three of their men dead, but luckily 2 still alive and a handful of Qing dead. He did not bother to take count. Instead, he wanted to continue on his way and find the remaining Qing and slaughter them. To hell with the mission now. There were no men left for a mission. He would be lucky to leave the bloody woods with his damn life.

Merctaus had returned with Vibius and Seius. The two were bloody but not beaten, and were still willing to fight.

"Now what?" Mercatus asked, his tone tired and bored.

"We find the rest of the Qing and kill them." Livius said, picking up his shield. "Before they do it to us." He walked passed his men, signaling them to follow him. All three took the hint and slowly paced behind their leader.

"Who knows?" Seius offered in a humorous tone. "Maybe these bloody easterners decided to retreat back to their camp." The young Roman chuckled as the three others ignored him.

CLANG! The same sound that had struck as Lartius fell ranged behind the Romans. Livius, Mercatus, and Vibius turned around to find their ally Seius with a bolt impaled into his helmet. Blood pooled from his forehead as his face went blank.

"I suppose not them." he whispered before he fell face down on the ground.


Ch'uan-yu chuckled again. Once more, the Romani had proven themselves  dumber than dogs by walking right into his trap.He and Fu Long-ga had managed to sneak around the killing space , avoiding combat and retrieving two crossbows. Though he did not like leaving his prized bow behind, he accepted that once he killed the Romani he would retrieve it. Until than, he had to hold the Romani off.

He was lucky have Tun Dai and Fu Long-ga survey the massacre. He had little training with the crossbow, preferring to specialize on the bow and arrow. He let these two use up their remaining bolts against the Romanis before he would finish them. Tun Dai had managed to take one out with a head shot on his first shot, impressing even Ch'uan-yu himself. Now the Romans had returned to their same old tactic of making a wall of shields, but with only three men left, they were doomed. he would wait until his men ran out of bolts, and than he would slaughter the beaten Romani with his sword.


Livius was tired at being shot at with bolts this day. He hated such enemy who relied so much on long range warfare, but respected their close quarters skills like they had. He and his last two men were being beaten back by the bolts on their shields, some starting to pierce into the main body. He could see now where the Qing were located, only around 15 feet from their position. He pissed at finding himself in a trap like this again.

Looking up, he could see the Qing were now placing down their dart launchers and drawing out swords. None of he or his men were at their best for a sword fight, and they would be hacked to pieces. All four Qing began to charge at them. Livius, at the final second, remembered the weapons they had carried this entire time, but had never used. The Qing began to close in.

"Plumbata!" the desperate Roman yelled.


Ch'uan-yu freezed in his tracks as a lead ball flew passed his head. Only a moment before he had this battle in his hands, but the Romani again pulled out a weapon from behind their sleeves. Suddenly all three men had taken up battle stance and were pelting him and his men with what looked like darts. He looked forward Tun Dai. The Manchu solider was the first man to approach the Romani. For is efforts he had received a dart straight in his eye, driving into his brain.

Ch'uan-yu could not stop the hail of darts being thrown at him. He felt a node on his helmet as a lead ball collided with the top of his head. He recovered and began to walk backwards. Again he had to delay his slaughter on the Romani cowards, who couldn't stand and fight hand to hand fairly.

"Retreat!" he yelled to his men, avoiding a dart aimed at his face. He, Ke Sheng-e, and Fu Long-gu both ran back into the woods, being both light and fast. Ke Sheng-e was not fast enough. A lead ball rammed into his left leg, causing him to collapse forward on the ground in pain. Fu turned around and looked to aid his fallen ally.

"Run, you fool!" Ke barked on the hard ground. "I've done my duty, finish yours." Fu was never a warrior to leave a man behind, but he could see the Romani approaching quickly. If he tried to aid his crippled ally, both of them would be killed. He looked back down to salute Ke, a man he had looked up to at times, before running back into the forest to check up with his commander.

Ke rolled over on his back, his leg still injured. He groaned out in pain before seeing a Romani come over him, his long sword in hand. He did not fear death, as he had dealer it to so many in his days as a solider. The great blade hacked into his face, killing him instantly.


Mercatus removed his spatha from the Qings skull. He had forged the sword himself many years before. It was once a blade of a Germanic warrior who had fought the Roman hand to hand during a raid. He was powerful with his sword and Mercatus valued his courage to fight in such a manner. To carry this sword was sort of a good luck charm, keeping him safe in battle. It had not failed him whet.

He looked to Livius, who's gazed was fixed on where the Qing had ran to. He could see the dedication in his eyes, but knew what he had to say.

"Commander." he said in a stern voice to Livius. He did not turn or so any reaction. "Livius. Let them go. We have lost to many men already. They'll keep drawing us back in the woods, and there they will kill us. We can't keep fighting." His words hurt him and Livius, who still did not take his gaze away. He kept looking, as if he had not heard a word Mercatus. Finally, he spoke.

"Mercatus." he replied in a cold voice. "To hell with us. We are just soldiers. We know nothing of easy living. All we do is fight, and fighting is not living. We act like cowards and retreat, inlaying to live the life of a commoner, or we keep going to fight and die like a solider. Like a Roman."

His words hung in the air for a few seconds, which to all three felt like days passing in great succession. Vibius looked on at these two, waiting for ether to say something.

"I guess your the leader." Mercatus finally said, a smile coming across his face. Livius looked back and smiled too. The two Romans knew what each other though, remembering each and every battle they had fought together. Vibius grinned at the sight, knowing that this probably meant the three were going to walk to their doom.

The tender moment was broken by Livius, who took off running in the direction the Qing had lefted in, followed closely by Mercatus and Vibius. All three Romans, though in heavy armour and holding their heavy shields, dashed through the woods with great speed, wishing to fulfil their final duty. They dodged under tree and branch, not letting any thing stop them.

Vibius felt rejoiced. Though minutes earlier he had wittiness the deaths of his comrades, he felt like a child again. As a boy, he would run for miles in the forest around his home, out racing certain animals at some points. No one else could match his speed, and he slowly, but surly, over took his counterparts, leaden them at pace.

Up ahead, he noticed something. Though the day light was still hindered by the cover of trees, a gleam of light shone through, hitting something with its rays. Almost like a sparkle, something twinkled with reflection. The Romans were quickly approaching its point. Could that be, Vibius though, a sword?


Fu Long-ga was swift but strong in his slash. The foolish Romani had for the fourth time today fallen for the Qings trap. From behind a tree he allowed the leading Romani to get in front of him, giving him the best opportunity to hamstring him with his jian. He cut deep and hard, knowing his blade would bring the tall Romani done. The Westerner roared in pain as he fell on his back. Blood oozed from his legs and he could do nothing about. The great amount of pain he was in stopped him from even thinking about grabbing his weapons.

"Consider this payback for all my comrades you have killed today." Fu whispered to the dieing on the ground. He could barley open his eyes to see Fu raise his sword and thrust it into his throat. Blood bubbled up from the wound, painting Fu's sword cherry red. He removed the blade, still not taking his eyes from his victim. He smiled at his kill for a moment.It was only then did he remember the other Romani...


Mercatus, with the full force of his armour, sprint and mass drove the pure iron boss into the Qings spine, who had just finished killing Vibius. he could see Vibius fate coming, but knew he could never stop it. Still, he wanted to cherish the man who had killed his ally in such a cowardly way. The force of his shield broke the man's spine almost instantly. he groaned in pain has his body hit the ground violently. 

Mercatus brought his shield up to his face and began to drive the edge into the mans chest. Every time he hit harder, screaming louder on each blow. he felt bones being crushed under his makeshift weapon. The Qing showed no emotion, slowly dying in a peaceful manner. He stood straight up, seeing the marvel of his work. The Qing was destroyed, bones broken, insides bleeding, but not yet dead. Mercatus drew his gladuis from his side. The Qing slowly opened his eyes, seeing the towering man standing over him. The Roman thrusted his sword into his neck, much like he had done to his comrade moments before.

The man coughed up blood, squirting the red liquid all over Mercatus' hand and sword. Though dieting, the man began to smile. Mercatus found this eerie as he drew his sword back. The man was indeed smiling, looking as if he were trying to laugh (though his sliced vocal chords didn't help). He smiled, slowly like a ghost twisting his head side ways to the right of him before death took him, his expression un changing.

Mercatus found this very creepy. He tried to look away, but found the man's dead eyes so revealing. He had stared at dead eyes before, but never ones like these. He stared into the tiny spheres. In the faint reflection, he saw his commander, Livius, who had finally caught up to him. He was staring at Mercatus and the dead Qing from behind his back. However, behind him, he could see something moving. he looked closely, noticing at how it was moving in on Livius.

He sprained to his heels, now he knew what the man saw smiling about. He turned around in a quick motion, only to find Livius (unknowing) with the Qing commander preparing to jump him from behind with his sword.

"Duck Livius!" he shouted to his leader and friend, who still stared at him clueless. he could see that the Qing had the full intent on killing the Roman, preparing a wild swipe at the back of his head. Mercatus charged at full speed, even though the two men were only 5 feet from him. Using his shield he brushed his leader aside, who stumbled to to his left and charged right at the Qing. it was only now that he realized he had dropped his gladius from before.

He looked at the Qing dead in the eye. Not giving up his charge, he ducked into his shield and like a bull drove it straight at the commander. He closed his eyes and prepared for a cherish of metal and body. He was surprised when it never came. He looked up from the rim of his shield to find that the Qing had disappear. He was confused fro a second, looking around to see what had happened. Suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he saw something move.

Idiot, he exclaimed to himself. He now realized that the Qing had side stepped like a bird right around him, and was now swinging his curved sword right at his beck. Mercatus could not turn around and block the incoming blade. The sword met its mark, driving deep into the Romans neck. Mercatus could feel no pain from this wound. he had hack into many men's necks before and had seen how they died with peace. he knew he was no expectation. He allowed death to take him, knowing he was now truly a Roman. He hoped Livius would remember him.


Livius stared coldly at his fallen comrade. Mercatus was a trustful friend and great solider both to him and to Rome. This death it him the hardest of any that day. Such a great man, such a great friend. He had seen enough Romans die today. he had seen enough bloodshed. he looked at the Qing, who branched his sword above his head, blood dripping from.

Livius drew his own blade, the very sword he was given when he had first started training. Years he had used it, but never did it ever mean anything till now. He gripped it hard and took a fighting stance.


Ch'uan-yu grinned at his work. Though with the lost of all his men, he was till cunning. What had started as a surveillance mission had turned into one of his greatest battles in his entire service. he had always dreamed about fighting in such a legendary skirmish. He knew once he had returned back to the Emperor with this Romanis head, he would be glorified as a hero of the war. Protector of the Emperor . Legend of all folk stories. the greatest solider ever.

He stared at his final opponent. The younger Romani had been foolish enough to sacrifice himself for his commander who was going meet the same fate. He lowered his dao from over his head and prepared for the duel of his life.


Livius approach Ch'uan-yu, his sword hidden behind his shield. Ch'uan-yu drew back a few feet, gaining a slight elevation from the ground. Livius was first to attack. Feigning a shield bash, he stepped in with a thrust. Ch'uan-yu sidesteped and blocked the thrust, just missing the sword. He brought his sword back up and slashed downwards to try and disarm Livius. The Roman retracted his arm so only the dao hit the tip of his blade. He immediately spun around, raising the end of his shield to try and bash Ch'uan-yu's knees out.

Ch'uan-yu stepped back, allowing the shield to miss him. He countered with a sideways slice at Livius exposed back. The sabre bounced off the Romans armour, surprising both men. Livius stepped back, his back aching with pain. he ignored it and kept fighting.

Ch'uan-yu took several slashes at Livius, all of them deflecting off his shield. Livius raised his shield high, forcing Ch'uan-yu to block, allowing Livius to step in with a slash to his hamstrings. Ch'uan-yu's skirting prevented the sword from cutting into his legs. The Manchu stepped back and measured his distance. Livius began to stand up, but Ch'uan-yu came in with a spinning back kick.

The kick collided with Livius shield, knocking him backwards. He stumbled on a few rocks behind him, causing him to fall on his back. He threw his arms out to break his fall, causing him to drop his shield and gladius. With the wind knocked out of  him, he scrambled for his sword as Ch'uan-yu approached him, dao drawn above him ready to hack the defenceless Roman in half.

The Qing brought his might sabre down, aiming at his throat...

Ending 1:

Livius threw his right arm uo. The dao hit his manica armour hard. He could feel the bones in his arm snap under the force, but that didn't stop him from retrieving his gladius from his side. Ch'uan-yu could could see what the Roman was doing, but Livius twisted his arm so the plates on his arm grabbed onto his blade. The Roman drove his blade into Ch'uan-yu's neck. the Chinese commander was stunned. Had he just been defeated by a bloodily Westerner. These thoughts took him to his next life as he slowly bled out.


Livius threw the dead corpse off of him. he laid there on the ground for a few moments. he was exhausted from the fighting and his injures. There, he began to cry.

For years in service, he had hid who he truly was. He was a man like anyone else, and no amount of training could beat his true feelings from him. Tears pooled down his cheeks. He weeped for his life that had almost been taken. For the failure of his true mission under his Emperor. For all the men he had killed that day by the edge of his sword. For all the young Romans who met their ends to young. For his wife and children back in Rome. For Mercatus. For Mercatus, his blood brother, fellow solider, and friend who had sacrifice himself for him. They had seen so much together, and it was horrible that he the younger would see less days then him.

He weeped for a few more minutes, tears making small pools on either side of his face. Finally, he raised his head up. Slowly, he stood up from the ground and began to collect his weapons. His right arm was to limp to pick up his sword or shield, so he seethed his gladius with his left and then picked his shield up with the same arm.

He passed Ch'uan-yu, who was now completely dead. he tipped his sword on his helmet, saluting the great enemy whom he face. he made a slow walk back through the woods were his men had been slaughter, saluting all of them as well. Exiting the forest, he made the long walk back to the Roman camp.

He had achieved victory today, back at what price?

Winner: Praetorian Guards!


Praetorian Guards
Imperial Guards Brigade
Close Range
Mid range
Long Range
Armour: Head
Armour: Torso
Armour: Arms
Armour: Legs
Armour: Blocking


A very close battle here. Almost a tie! The Romans were able to carry the day here, due to some factors like:

1.The Scutum. The Romans signature shield was able to defend the Guards at each range, especially at long range. Giving the Romans the option for battlefield formations like testduo allowed them to take nearly all arrow shots, though some of the crossbow bolts were able to puncture the shield. Only the Qing's ji would be able to probably get around the sputum, and that could be counter be countered too in singles or group combat. Also the sputum itself can be used as a weapon, which aided the Romans in the end.

2.Training: Unlike the Legions, the Praetorian Guards trained in unit and singles combat, excelling in sword and shield duelling. Just the same, the Guards used shield and armour slightly smaller than regular ones designed for singles combat. A well trained and properly armed guard would be able to take on most single fighters with a great level of skill. I do believe that a jain and a dao could get passed the scutum and kill the guard, a really find the shield and sword combo slightly better, considering damage.

3.Formations. While the Guards had singles training, they still practice Roman infantry tactics as fighting in a unit. This aided them when defending and attacking at long range, as most of the Qings projectiles would be deflected off their shield wall. The hidden element of both the thrown pila and plumbata took the Qing by surprise, especially when facing them in hailstorms. The swords of the Chinese would prove ineffective in against most formations, and would leave them open to attacks with the gladius and spatha. Giving the Romans the option to fight in a unit or in singles combat aided them greatly.

4.Qings Tactics: During my research of the Imperial guards, there wasn't much on special tactics. They primarily acted as a standing guard, protecting where ever the Emperor was. The concept of sneak attacks and deception wasn't new to the Chinese, and if ever put in a combat situation, the Guards would probably fall back on this tactic. Their only problem was that the Romans were used to sneak attacks. The Romans had battled and defeated skirmishing Germans and Gauls for years who used similar tactics. It should be noted to that the Romans lost many of those small scale battles against solider less equipped and less trained than the Qing ever could be. Still, the iron discipline of the Romans along with their formation training stopped them from falling for feign retreats or other tricks the Qing may have pulled.

(Kill count coming soon)

Overall, I was very happy this matchup. It would be so easy for it to turn the other, and I don't the Romans would a definitive edge over the Qing. I hope everyone else enjoyed it.

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