Caesar's red paludamentum marked him out a conspicuous figure for the aim of the missiles, but he bore a charmed life.
Drusus himself did what he could to steady the men.

The contest in the line of battle could not continue long, flesh and blood might not endure the strain.
"Imperator," cried Drusus, riding up to his chief, "you see that this can last no longer.

Our men are overmatched.

Shall I order up the third line?
The centurion Crastinus, who swore that he would win your gratitude living or dead, is slain after performing deeds worthy of his boast.

Many others have gone down.