[ WP ] The Roman Army is losing in a huge battle against the Barbarians . Suddenly , they call in an air-strike .

`` Impetum volans!'' called Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus, Leader of the 4th Army. The call was repeated along the entire Roman line by each Centurion. The Roman line halted their advance. The front rank slamming their shields into the ground and ducking behind it, the second rank lifting theirs overhead to protect themselves and their front rank mate. The Third and fourth ranks launched their pilum spears, halting the barbarian counter-advance. 
 Silence fell across the battlefield as the sound of several large catapults could be heard from far behind the Roman line. a few keen eyed barbarians looked and then pointed to the distant horizon, soon every woaden face stared in a mix of confusion and fascination. 
 What looked like a flock of giant birds was quickly advancing towards the battlefront. Each carrying what was assumed to be large eggs by their chest. Silence ruled until the bird like beings were above the barbarian horde. 
 Then the egg shaped objects fell. Smoke trails following them. The first one slammed into an opened up gap in the hoard. It smashed like a fallen amphora. It exploded. Terracotta shrapnel struck and fell several barbarians who looked on in horror and confusion. Burning oil splashed over limbs and faces without regard. More started to fall, each killing or maiming more barbarians. 
 The overhead view made it clear what these bird things were. They were men, strapped to large canvas wings like the sails of a ship. Each one carried several clay orbs, burning rope in the top of each. The fuse burnt bright in the breeze. The fire from each smashed bomb spread until the entire barbarian line was ablaze. Burning bodies littered the battlefield. The Roman line withdrew a few paces from the heat. 
 The winged men started to lose height, falling and gliding towards the forest behind the enemy. More orders were shouted along the Roman line and several contubernium broke from the line and advanced quickly towards the line of fire, each heading for the nearest gap in the inferno, each chased the few remaining enemy towards the trees, each aiming towards a falling airborne comrade. 
 Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus turned to the nervous looking man next to him and beemed. 
 `` Well, Spurius. It would seem you have not only revolutionised warfare as we know it, but you have also given Rome the greatest weapon since the Gladius. I'll see that you're given a personal Triumph on our return home.'' Gnaeus patted the now smiling man on the back. `` This is your victory as much as any others. Praise Jupiter and Mars for your great work.'' 

