Icta gemit tellus, virides gravis ungula campos mutat, et innumeris peditumque equitumque catervis exspirat protritus ager, nec pulvere crasso armorum lux victa perit, sed in aethera longum frangitur, et mediis ardent in nubibus hastae.
The smitten earth groans. Heavy hooves change the green fields. The soil, ground by countless troops of horse and foot, exhales. The gleam of arms, however, is not smothered and lost in the thick dust but broken far into the ether, and spears flash in the midst of the clouds.
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