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As Giant bear was knocked down, the remaining savage lost their organization and morale. The Roman legion was like a precise war machine, and the opponent's disorganization and lack of discipline made it difficult for them to resist the Roman army's crushing. Roman short swords swept through the air one after another, mowing down the enemies like harvesting wheat.
Pluto stood on a small hill, overlooking the battlefield filled with gunpowder and blood. There was no excitement of victory on his face, only deep sorrow and responsibility. He raised the special metal sword in his hand and gave a loud command.
"Gather! Gather immediately!"
His command was quickly passed on, and the soldiers began to gather, sorting out the dead and wounded comrades. The numbers were quickly tallied - 300 killed in action, 100 wounded, and approximately 300 remaining in the vanguard.
Pluto After hearing this number, there was no expression on his face, just a silent nod. He knew that these were all part of his responsibility, and every loss of life reminded him of the cruelty of war and the heavy responsibility as a commander.
"Whole team! Get ready to move out!" he shouted with a forceful voice, conveying an unquestionable authority.
The soldiers, weak but orderly, formed a line. Their eyes, though weary, remained resolute. This was a group of warriors who had endured countless trials of battle, cultivating deep camaraderie and unwavering loyalty.
Pluto slowly mounted his warhorse, casting a glance back at the battlefield filled with death and destruction. Then, leading the remaining vanguard, he departed from the fortress, continuing their journey towards the unknown and perilous village ahead.
He wondered in his heart, what was all this for? His doubts and unease were like a huge black hole, swallowing up his original faith and loyalty to the Roman Empire and the legion.
As the vanguard got closer and closer to the village, a mysterious and eerie atmosphere quietly enveloped everyone's hearts. They didn't know what kind of fate awaited them ahead.
Legion commander Pluto led the exhausted but still high-spirited vanguard as they marched through the forest. Thick layers of fallen leaves and forest soil lay beneath their feet, each step seeming to bear the cost of a hard-won victory. Towering trees reached into the sky, and dense foliage blocked out most of the sunlight, creating a dark and damp atmosphere within the forest.
Pluto occasionally looked up at the sinking sun between the treetops, feeling a wave of sadness. He knew that leaving this forest meant they were one step closer to their destination, but it also meant there could be more danger and sacrifice ahead.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the sun gradually disappeared behind the horizon. The rosy light shone on the trees and the soldiers' armor, creating golden and orange halos. The forest became quiet, with only the heavy breathing of the soldiers and the sound of their equipment echoing in the air.
Finally, as the last ray of sunlight disappeared, they arrived at the end of the forest. Pluto felt a fresh breeze on his face, as if it carried the breath of freedom and hope. He waved his hand, ordering the soldiers to stop.
Gradually appearing before their eyes were several simple layout houses, looking very ordinary, but for Pluto and his soldiers, there might be significant secrets hidden there, or it could be the home they had finally found.
Pluto took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions: hope, doubt, worry, and a hint of anticipation for the future. He tightened his grip on his sword, nodded, and then led the soldiers out of the forest towards those simple houses.
Legion commander Pluto took the final step out of the forest, and the sound of his steel boots landing on the open ground carried a sense of relief. He glanced back at the dense forest behind him, where the shadows seemed to have not completely dissipated. But as his gaze turned forward, he saw a few small cottages and a field gasping for breath in the twilight.
"We finally made it out," murmured Cyrus as if speaking to the shield and short sword in his hands.
legion The soldiers couldn't help but let out a low cheer, a sound that seemed to come from the bottom of their hearts, carrying an indescribable excitement and relief. Their expressions all revealed a kind of exhaustion, but their eyes showed a rekindled hope.
At this moment, a well-dressed Brigadier of the Guards quickly walked over, and as soon as his eyes met Pluto, he couldn't help but show deep respect.
"Legion commander, the village is very safe. We have already spoken with the village chief and arranged to exchange gold coins for food and shelter. In addition, we have already set up the camp in advance, and it's almost complete."
"What about the wounded? We have nearly a hundred in need of urgent treatment here, and with the previously injured on the road, it should be over two hundred," Pluto said in a low voice, with each word seeming to be carved from his stern face.
"Legion commander, I have reserved the position for the medical tent. Some lightly wounded soldiers are even ready to return to battle," reported the Brigadier of the Guards.
Pluto nodded and smiled, "Well done."
Next, he turned to face his troops, these weary but resolute warriors, their eyes all focused on him, waiting for his command.
"Advance, we will camp here tonight," Pluto's order was simple and clear.
The soldiers once again let out a low cheer, following closely behind Pluto, their steps brisk but strong, as if emerging from the darkness of the forest and seeing the light again. Pluto knew deep down that even this temporary peace was enough to reignite their courage for battle. He led his legion slowly towards the pre-set camp, silently vowing to himself that no matter what difficulties lay ahead, he must lead these warriors to find a safe way back to Rome.
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