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The soldiers of the vanguard did not disappoint, fighting back with unwavering courage. The glint of Roman swords cut through the air as savage fell on the battlefield, their screams and cries filling the smoky air. Despite initially having the upper hand in numbers, the savage had suffered heavy casualties, as if an invisible hand had gripped their throats, causing their offensive to gradually weaken, unable to mount effective guerrilla attacks.
Suddenly, from deep within the forest, came several urgent, deafening shrill cries, as if some kind of signal or omen. The savage seemed to have received a command, and they began to retreat from the battlefield, fleeing into the dark depths of the forest.
Senior Centurion Maximian squinted, observing everything. He was ecstatic and immediately shouted the command to pursue, "Soldiers, follow me! Glory belongs to Rome!" However, his deputy immediately stopped him, trembling as he said, "Sir, this is likely an enemy trap. Our mission is to ensure the safety of the front, not to pursue."
Maximian hesitated, then a thought flashed through his mind: if the vanguard could achieve a remarkable victory before the main force arrived, he would not only receive praise from Legion commander Pluto, but also possibly be promoted to chief centurion upon his return. With this in mind, he made a decision.
"Fire the signal arrows! Notify the main army that the path ahead is clear!" commanded Maximian. The soldiers quickly shot out signal arrows, soaring high into the night sky and disappearing into the distance.
"Soldiers, the main army will take about thirty minutes to arrive. During this time, we must strive to achieve as much success as possible. For Rome, charge!" Maximian issued the command loudly once again.
The soldiers' emotions were running high as they shouted, "Glory to Rome!" They followed Senior Centurion Maximian closely, wielding their weapons, and charged into the darkness of the forest at full speed, disappearing into the dense foliage and deep night.
At this decisive moment, the vanguard soldiers were filled with anticipation and anxiety, not knowing what awaited them deep in the forest. But they all understood that this battle would profoundly affect the fate of each person. Senior Centurion Maximian carried a unique sense of tension and expectation as he traversed this mysterious forest, heading towards unknown challenges and potential honors.
Legio IX's vanguard, led by Maximian, cut through the woods like lightning, closely pursuing the fleeing savage. The trees stood like giants on either side of them, occasionally emitting unsettling deep roars, as if warning of the bloody events about to unfold on this land.
The archers of the Crossbow unit weaved through the dense foliage, seeking the best shooting angles. Despite the dense forest greatly limiting their visibility and attack range, they still occasionally succeeded in shooting an arrow, breaking through the wind and ultimately piercing the chests of one savage after another. Whenever an arrow hit its mark, the archers would respond with brief but intense cheers.
"Aim at them! Don't let anyone escape!" Maximian shouted, his voice piercing through the dense foliage and intertwining branches, injecting new courage into the soldiers.
The soldiers of Legio IX, like fervent hunters, ventured deeper into the forest, their swords gleaming like the scythe of death, reaping the life of every fleeing enemy. Maximian watched as the last savage painfully fell on the damp soil, a fierce glint in his eyes. It was then that he noticed something unusual in the clearing ahead. Through the sparse trees, he saw the structure of what appeared to be an abandoned military camp.
"Scout, go and check out that military camp. I need precise information!" Maximian commanded, his voice carrying unquestionable authority.
Then, he turned to the sergeants and loudly ordered, "All troops! Prepare for further action!"
Maximian climbed onto a protruding giant rock, his feet treading on the stone that had endured centuries of wind and frost. He raised his sword high, the blade shimmering dazzlingly in the sunlight. His eyes scanned the endless expanse of forests and hills, finally settling on his soldiers. The men's gazes were fixed on him, awaiting his command.
Taking a deep breath, Maximian spoke, his voice booming like a war drum, full of power: "Warriors, after a long pursuit and search, we have finally found the traces of those savage. But this is only the beginning of our adventure!"
His eyes swept over the face of each soldier, ensuring that everyone was touched by his words: "Ahead of us, there are more unknown lands, more terrifying enemies, but also more glory and wealth. Each of you has the chance to become a legendary figure, to return to our great Roman Empire with treasures as heavy as mountains and endless honor!"
He turned around, once again brandishing his shining sword as if to cut through the dense mist ahead: "If you want all of this to become a reality, if you want your name to be celebrated by future generations, then follow me now!"
Responding to him was a deafening roar of the warrior, causing the surrounding trees to tremble. Every soldier's face was filled with boiling blood and excitement for the impending battle. They tightly gripped their weapons, as if they had already seen the defeat of the enemy and their own victory ahead.
Maximian smiled, feeling that he had successfully ignited the fighting spirit and passion of these men. In this moment, he felt not only as a commander of the army, but also as an ambassador and spokesperson of the Roman Empire. With this group of passionate and courageous people, he advanced towards the unknown risks and adventures, filled with unyielding will and boundless strength in his heart.
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