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Countless figures resembling wild beasts shuttle cleverly through the treetops. Their arrows shoot out swiftly, piercing through the dense foliage, aiming at the vanguard soldiers. Each arrow is ruthless and accurate, causing a burst of screams and chaos upon hitting the target.
Maximian's face is tense, his sword pointed firmly ahead as he shouts orders, attempting to maintain the order of the troops. However, these inexperienced recruits have been frightened to the point of nervousness, acting entirely on primal instinct. They scatter in panic, some standing in place screaming, unable to form an effective battle formation.
At this moment, even more terrifying figures suddenly appeared in the dark depths of the forest. A group of savages, draped in bear skins and with their muscular upper bodies exposed, burst out from behind the trees. Their faces and bodies were covered in eerie symbols, as if protected by some mysterious power.
Armed with giant hammers and axes, these savages charged at the vanguard with an almost unbelievable speed. Their attacks were extremely brutal but highly effective, with almost no hesitation or skill involved. Faced with this sudden and formidable enemy, the vanguard's formation collapsed in an instant.
Maximian tightly gripped the sword in his hand, feeling a surge of despair and anger in his heart. He knew that if he couldn't turn the situation around immediately, the entire vanguard would likely suffer a devastating blow. But in this seemingly bottomless forest, they seemed to have lost all their advantages and control.
At this moment, Maximian suddenly realized that they not only had to face the enemies of this land, but also the land itself. This was a world full of unknowns and dangers, a world where even the bravest of warriors could lose their way and courage.
At this critical moment, Senior Centurion Maximian instantly shifted his focus, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's. His experience, determination, and fervor for battle reached their peak at this moment. He knew that to turn the tide of this chaotic battle, he must become the embodiment of the warriors' faith and hope.
Maximian suddenly charged toward a towering figure wielding a massive axe, his sword gleaming in the sunlight. Then, he let out a roar that shook the entire battlefield.
"I am the ninth Hispana Senior Centurion Maximian! If any of you want my head, then show your courage and come take it!"
As soon as the words fell, Maximian's sword clashed with the savage's giant axe, producing a deafening roar. The two struggled with equal strength, but Maximian swiftly turned his sword and, with lightning speed, cut off the savage's giant axe. Another strike, the sword flashed, and the savage holding the giant axe, with an imposing aura, suddenly fell to the ground, bringing an end to his life.
At this moment, the entire battlefield fell silent for a moment. Maximian stood there, sword held high, his momentum seemed to gather the strength of all the soldiers of Legio IX.
"What are you waiting for? Counterattack with me!" Maximian's roar echoed through the entire field again, as if injecting new vitality.
The frightened new recruits seemed to regain a bit of courage, picking up their weapons once more with a renewed focus. Yes, they still had a reliable leader and a reason to keep fighting.
Maximian's roar echoed through the entire forest, breaking through the soldiers' confusion like a bolt of lightning. He raised his incredibly sharp longsword high, standing proudly at the forefront of the battlefield.
"Hold the shield! Draw the bow! Release the arrow!" crossbowman The sergeant, upon receiving the command, instantly tensed the string and aimed the short crossbow at the savage perched in the tree.
With the sergeant's roar, the trigger of the short crossbow was forcefully pressed. Like bullets, the arrows shot out with a deafening hiss, piercing through the hidden enemies between the tree trunk and branches. One by one, the savage fell heavily from the tree, some directly pierced by the arrows, and others losing balance and tumbling down.
The fallen savage had barely begun to rise when the Roman soldier swiftly closed in. These enraged soldiers wasted no time in wielding their short swords, delivering fatal blows to every struggling enemy.
At the front line, the infantry finally reorganized their formation, gradually pushing back the savage infantry with their sturdy shield wall. In this moment, the morale of the vanguard soared as if they had already glimpsed the dawn of victory.
Maximian stood on the battlefield, filled with excitement. He saw the soldiers' performance and the team's stability, which filled him with confidence. He tightly gripped the long sword in his hand, and every swing seemed to declare the majesty of Rome, announcing that the battle was nearing its end.
"This is the power of the Roman legion!" Maximian shouted loudly, using these words to spur himself on and inspire the soldiers.
In the face of Maximian and his legion's display of determination and courage, the savages began to retreat, apparently realizing that they could not win the battle today.
His sword danced faster and faster, each strike hitting the mark, each blow causing a savage to fall. Maximian no longer had any hesitation; he knew that as long as this momentum continued, they would be able to completely eliminate these savages.
The entire battlefield is like a magnificent symphony, and Maximian is the conductor, leading every note with his sword, pushing this movement to its climax. Under his guidance, the soldiers of the vanguard seem to be given new life, fighting more bravely, fearless of any difficulties and obstacles, wholeheartedly advancing towards victory.
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