Captain Bodeshmun saw the enemy officer charging towards Ezena. Behind the officer was a unit of professional Iberian Infantry.
Ezena fortunately managed to wheel his men around out of the way, chasing after other slingers. Meanwhile, the army's spearmen had made it in time to intercept the calvary. It was too late and too sudden for the calvary to change course. The nomads weren't trained extensively, nor had they fought any battles, but any man could simply bend their arms the way they were told, hold their spears, and let the horses impale themselves on it.
Ezena saw the horses crashing into the infantry, and ordered his men to circle around. The men were able to hold formation still, but it would save a couple of lives if Ezena and his man went after the officer than the routing slingers.
The javelines were thrown and impaled the Carthaginian horsemen in the back. And the ones who managed to turn around towards the source of the missiles were met with another spear into their bodies.
The Carthaginian officer fell down with a loud scream, which allowed his men to know their leader was dead.
The professional soldiers lost all hope after their leader was killed, and instead of fighting like an tightly pack of soldiers, they disintegrated into a death fearing mob.
However, Captain Bodeshmun ordered his men not to give chase. For he heard the slingers, levied hunters from the plains, shout that the other army was approaching.
"So the army from Carthage herself showed..." the Captain muttered as he saw the army approaching behind the slingers. It wasn't a very large force, but they could not go easy here. If they won here, the city that stood in the scenary like a mirrage would be theirs.
