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The scout ran back to the camp like a gust of wind, his face filled with excitement and joy. He gasped as he reported to Maximian, "Centurion, the forward fort is low on supplies and morale is low. Clearly, the recent attack was their limit."
Upon hearing this, Maximian finally showed a long-lost smile on his face. He immediately turned and walked to the center of the camp, clearly and loudly telling all the soldiers, "Listen up, soldiers! The forward fort is within our grasp. We have almost depleted their fighting strength, and now is the best time for us to achieve victory! I hope you can all give your best performance and live up to the expectations of the Roman Empire!"
The soldiers responded loudly, their blood boiling.
Maximian then pointed to the Crossbow unit and gave the command: "Crossbow unit, switch your arrows to rockets. We will show these barbarians the power of Rome!"
Afterwards, Maximian led the vanguard slowly towards the Barbarian tribe stronghold. The stronghold appeared in their sight, a simple wooden structure. Although it seemed to occupy a large area, the construction was very rudimentary, with almost no effective defense facilities, only some wooden watchtowers raised above the ground and sparse moats.
Upon reaching the stronghold gate, Maximian exerted all his strength and loudly issued a final warning to the people inside the stronghold: "I am Senior Centurion Maximian of Legio IX Hispana! By the order of Emperor Domitianus, I have come to this wild land of Britain. Here, I offer you the last chance to surrender, under the noble culture and mighty military power of Rome. If you do not accept surrender, then prepare to endure the wrath of the Roman Empire!"
His words echoed throughout the entire military fortress, and the air instantly became heavy. The whole place fell into a deathly silence, with only the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves and the soldiers' tense breaths as they gripped their weapons. Everyone waited to see how this simple military fortress would respond.
Maximian furrowed his brow, his roar still reverberating in the air, but there was no response from the camp. This made him uneasy, but he couldn't help raising his voice again, " savage, if you refuse to accept the baptism of culture, then you will have to taste our iron fist!"
He immediately made a gesture, and the tense atmosphere surged like a taut string. The soldiers of the Crossbow unit adjusted their postures, the bowstrings tightened to the limit, the rocket head ignited, and smoke and fire drew an arc in the air. Then, the soldiers silently released the bowstrings. The rocket flew out like a wild beast off its leash, and instantly reached the wooden gate.
The collision and flames of the rocket produced a fierce reaction on the gate, the huge impact sound and the crackling of burning wood mixed together, forming an intense symphony. The flames spread rapidly, illuminating the entire open space in front of the military camp. The gate, as if bitten by a fierce beast, began to show cracks and charred marks.
"Prepare for attack!" Maximian ordered in an almost roaring voice. A team of more than ten soldiers then picked up the Battering ram and ramming wood, and began to assemble in front of the gate.
The soldiers' breathing became heavy, and some even sweated from nervousness. But all of this did not affect their determination to carry out the order. With Maximian waving his sword and giving commands, the soldiers charged at the already tottering gate like unleashed beasts.
Every impact caused the gate to produce a huge vibration, as if the entire military camp was swaying. The cracks in the wood became more and more apparent, and the burnt marks became increasingly visible. The soldiers' shouts, impacts, and the sound of wood breaking formed a spectacular scene.
Finally, after a collective, almost full-force impact, the gate was finally knocked open. The soldiers let out a sigh of relief, but this relief was quickly replaced by the uncertainty and potential danger that lay ahead.
Maximian stood in front of the burning gate, his face looking grim and terrifying in the glow of the fire. Suddenly, he felt a gust of cold wind, as if something unusual was about to happen.
"What's going on?" he asked in a low voice, but no one could give him an answer.
Inside the main gate, it was empty as if there was no one inside. This made Maximian even more angry, but also more cautious, because such a situation was too eerie. He knew deep down that the real challenge might have just begun.
Maximian tightly gripped his sword and gave orders to the vanguard soldiers. "Advance slowly, stay alert," he said firmly, his eyes sharp as an eagle's.
The soldiers followed closely behind, entering the abandoned, arena-like space. Compared to the grand arenas of Rome, this place appeared dilapidated, lacking towering stone columns or inlaid mosaic floors. There were no surrounding seats to accommodate thousands of spectators, only a circle of weather-beaten wooden walls.
Maximian further surveyed the environment, feeling somewhat disappointed. But he quickly refocused his attention on the most important matter at hand. "Search immediately! Find all possible information and any remaining equipment. If there are enemies, find them too!" he commanded, his voice carrying an unmistakable air of authority.
The soldiers quickly moved, dispersing across the ancient clearing, carefully searching every corner. Maximian stood in place, his gaze sharp, scrutinizing every movement. In his heart, he thought that if this mission could make a breakthrough, it might be his opportunity for promotion. In such a complex and ever-changing military situation, he couldn't allow himself to miss any opportunity that could make him soar.
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