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The military camp is located on a vast plain, surrounded by tall wooden fences to ensure security. In the center of the camp is a grand assembly square used for daily training and gatherings. Surrounding the square are various facilities and tents. To the west of the square is the tent of Legion commander Pluto, guarded by a group of selected escorts. The interior of Pluto's tent is very exquisite, equipped with maps, tactical boards, and a special metal-cast sword stand.
Heading north leads to the residences of high-ranking generals and officers, with slightly smaller but relatively neat and luxurious tents. To the south are the medical tent and the supply storage area, which are often busy, especially after a battle. The east side is the living area for the soldiers, with tents arranged neatly, each marked with the legion and the soldiers' numbers.
Cyrus was awakened by the guard and quickly put on his armor, picked up his short sword and shield, and then followed the guard through the bustling camp. They passed by the Medical tent where several injured soldiers were receiving treatment, and the army doctors were performing surgeries with serious and focused expressions. Cyrus sighed, unable to shake the memory of the terrifying events he had just experienced.
They bypassed the assembly square and arrived at Pluto's tent. The guard stopped to nod at the soldier guarding the entrance, then pulled back the tent's curtain. Cyrus walked in.
"Cyrus, sit," Pluto pointed to a stool next to a small table in the center of the tent. On the table were some maps and documents, as well as a candlestick, the candlelight illuminating Pluto's serious face.
"Legion commander, what do you need from me?" Cyrus asked.
"I want you to talk about your encounter with the shapeshifter at the meeting tomorrow. The atmosphere in the camp is getting more and more tense, and we need the soldiers to know that even though we are facing a powerful enemy, they are not invincible."
Cyrus nodded, "I understand, Legion commander. I will do my best."
Pluto nodded in satisfaction and sat down, taking out a stack of documents to begin reading. Cyrus sat awkwardly to the side, feeling nervous. He had never been this close to Legion commander, let alone in such an intimate setting.
Cyrus sat awkwardly inside Legion commander Pluto's tent, anxiously waiting for the upcoming conversation. Pluto sat at a wooden table, flipping through some maps and documents, seemingly unaware of Cyrus's awkwardness.
Suddenly, Pluto set down the parchment in his hand, took a deep breath, and looked into Cyrus's eyes, asking, "Cyrus, what are your thoughts on this Britain invasion?"
Cyrus hesitated for a moment, then replied formally, "For the glory of Rome and the expansion of our territory, we should proceed with this war without hesitation, Legion commander."
Pluto smiled and a bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Don't lie, Cyrus. Do you think Centurion Maximianus's sacrifice is honorable? Is there any glory in this unnecessary war?"
Cyrus was taken aback by the question, he lowered his head, searching for the right words. "Legion commander, I... I admit, seeing Centurion Maximianus's sacrifice, and our brothers being injured or losing their lives one after another, has made me question this war. I'm not sure if everything we're doing here is right, or if it's worth such great sacrifices."
Pluto nodded after listening, his expression becoming more serious. "Your question is reasonable, Cyrus. I also have the same question. Why are we fighting these tribal people who should be living in peace on this land? Is it for glory, for wealth, or simply because we are ordered to do so?"
Pluto suddenly stood up and gently lifted his clothes. Cyrus stared in astonishment at the large scar on his chest, a permanent mark given to him by the war.
"Have you seen this?" Pluto said in a heavy voice, "This scar is what I earned when I was young. Back then, I was just like you, fully devoted to the war, fighting for the glory of the empire."
Cyrus listened nervously, understanding that this was an important moment.
"But as I grew older, I participated in more wars and witnessed countless deaths and destruction," Pluto's eyes became deeper, "I began to question, is all this really worth it? Have we become nothing more than tools for those in power to fulfill their ambitions?"
He suddenly slammed the table hard, his expression turning angry, "Every emperor always thinks they are greater than the last, they crave to leave behind a greater legacy at any cost. But these costs are paid with the blood and lives of us soldiers!"
The room fell into silence, and Cyrus felt a chill. Suddenly, he realized that this Legion commander, the leader he had always admired, also had his own doubts and struggles.
"Cyrus, I'm not trying to persuade you to give up the fight. I just hope you understand that as soldiers, we have the right to think, to question. Not all wars are just, not all orders are worth following."
Pluto sat down, seeming a bit weary, "Perhaps this time, we can find a different path. A path not just for conquest, but for understanding and peace. This may be the most valuable thing Legio IX can leave for future generations."
Cyrus nodded silently, filled with complex emotions. He knew that from this moment on, his admiration for Legion commander Pluto was no longer just because of his courage and military achievements, but also because he dared to face his own doubts and question things taken for granted.
Pluto is like a seed quietly planted in Cyrus's heart. Perhaps one day in the future, this seed will sprout, grow, and bring about different changes.
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