Rome Must Fall

Tinybazus did not answer, but said excitedly: "I've had enough of war and death, and I don't want to be a soldier anymore!"

The smile on Tolerugo's face suddenly turned into dissatisfaction: "You don't want to be a soldier?! You are neither a woman, nor an old man, nor a child. The reason why Volenus asked you to come here also shows that you are It's not a special talent that Maximus needs, which means you are only suitable to be a soldier with us! Since you have joined us, you should obey our arrangements. If you don't obey, then we will have to ask you to leave. , you have to think clearly!”

Tolerugo's threatening words calmed down Tinibazus. After thinking about it for a moment, he understood that in this land ruled by the Romans, it was impossible for him to escape without the protection of the rebels. And once captured by the Romans, he who had fled would definitely suffer the most severe punishment...

Thinking of this, he quickly took the small piece of wood and said softly: "I was confused just now, but now I have figured it out. I want to be a soldier and fight with the Romans in the future!"

"That's right!" Tolerugo turned from anger to joy and patted his shoulder and said: "Our team is developing very quickly. As long as you work hard, you will have no problem becoming a ten-centurion or a centurion in the future."

"Oh." Tinibazus responded, not happy because of Tolerugo's encouragement.

"By the way, are any of the people joining us today any of your comrades in the Pontic army?" Tolerugo looked at him expectantly.

"Yes, there must be dozens of them. We were escorted to Italy and sold to that farm together. Over the years... more than a dozen have died..." Tinibazus looked sad.

Tolerugo was silent for a moment and cursed: "Damn Romans!"

As Tinibazus was about to go out, Horace stopped him, pointed to the tattered clothes on the ground, and reminded him: "Put on your outer lining."

Tinybazus bent down to pick up his clothes. Suddenly he remembered something and couldn't help but say something more: "There are women among the people we have come. Do they also need to strip for inspection?"

"Of course they also need to be stripped for examination, but don't worry, they are examined by specialized female nurses." Horace explained.

Tolerugo said seriously: "It seems that you are not very honest. Let me remind you that you cannot harass women here, otherwise you will suffer!"

Although he didn't quite understand, Tinibazus still nodded. As soon as he walked out, he saw a man also wearing armor passing by and getting into the military tent. Then there was a noise inside: "Pisaru" Si, it’s not time yet, why are you here?”

"Brother Torrel, you have gone too far. You have only selected the strong ones into your team, and the only ones assigned to me and Carminus are the thin ones!"

"It's my freedom how I choose. Who told me to win by drawing lots! When the time comes, you can do the same thing as me."

…

Seeing that the slave in front of him was a little far away from him and was about to cross a wooden door, Tinibazus did not dare to wait long and hurriedly chased after him.

After stepping through the wooden door and arriving at the backyard, there were no more tents but houses. Their queue led to the largest house, which looked like a warehouse.

Tinibazus caught up with the person in front and asked, "Stupid Cow, where were you assigned?"

The real name of the young man called "Stupid Cow" is Samoras. He is the cowherd of the farm and is responsible for plowing the fields. He is familiar with Tinibazus. At this moment, he scratched his head in embarrassment: "I...I Forgot...oh, they gave me this." He handed over the wood chips in his hand.

"I can't understand this thing. You can show it to the people here later."

"Oh." Samoras scratched his head again, and then said with some excitement: "Tinibazus, that man just said that I... said that I would be a good soldier. As long as I listen to him carefully, I can be a good soldier in the future. Ten...Ten leaders manage a lot of people!”

"That's called a captain of ten." Tinibazus looked at the other man's thick body and his silly smile. He couldn't bear to expose it, but encouraged: "Well, that's good, I will become a captain of ten in the future. Please take more care of me."

"Don't worry, Tinibazus, I won't let others bully you in the future." Samoras said, patting his chest.

"Thank you very much." Tinibazus smiled jokingly.

"Hey, that big guy, come here quickly!" A shout came from the front.

"I'm calling you!" Tinibazus pushed Samoras.

Zamoras quickly turned around and ran forward.

There is a wooden table in front of the warehouse door. An old man sits at the head. He has his eyes closed and seems to be taking a nap. Two teenagers sit next to him. There are also seven or eight boys and girls standing beside the wooden table...

Tinibazus was stunned when he saw this posture: Have I arrived at the children's nest?

But then he was surprised to see some of these children writing, some carrying things, and some leading the way. The division of labor was very orderly, and Zamoras was quickly arranged.

"Next!" the first boy sitting behind the wooden table shouted loudly.

Tinibazus put away his contempt and replied politely, "Here we go!", and then according to what he had just observed from behind, he immediately handed over the wood piece in his hand.

The young man took the piece of wood and whispered: "The first team of the fifth team..."

The boy next to him immediately opened a page in the roster in front of him.

"What's your name?" the boy asked.

"Tinibazus."

"How do you spell that?"

"I... can't read." Tinibazus used to take it for granted that he was illiterate, but now facing these boys and girls, he suddenly felt ashamed.

The boy next to him was not surprised by this. He thought about it and wrote a few words on the roster.

The young man said seriously: "According to the order of Chief Maximus, all soldiers who join our supply camp escort team will receive two earthen jars——"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy next to him carried two earthen jars and placed them on the wooden table.

"These two earthen jars will be used by you to eat porridge and soup in the future, so be sure to protect them! Once they are damaged, there will be no extra earthen jars in the warehouse for you to replace, and you will be in trouble then." The young man. reminded seriously.

Tinybazus nodded to express his understanding.

"A linen coat... a linen sleeping sheet... a pair of straw sandals... a linen luggage..." Every time the boy named a piece of supplies, the boy next to him took one out from the warehouse behind him and put it on the on the table.

In the past two months, many slave women had joined the supply camp. Maximus gathered the ingenious women among them and formed a weaving team, responsible for cutting and sewing the looted linen into coats, luggage, etc. Sheets and straw sandals were woven from withered grass. Due to the short period of time, the quantity was not large. Maximus only used them for personnel in the supply camp. This was quite criticized by other brigades.

"There is also a shield and dagger for training." After the boy finished speaking, a simple wooden board and a wooden stick were quickly placed on the wooden table.

"This is a dagger and a shield?!" Tinibazus' eyes widened.

"When you become a qualified guard soldier, you will naturally be given real shields and daggers." The young man said confidently: "Besides, these two things are made by the uncles in the weapons warehouse. Do you want to Take good care of it and we will recycle it when the time comes.”

Tinibazus did not complain anymore. In fact, he never expected that he would get so many things when he just joined the rebel army. Even when he was forcibly recruited in Pontus, the officials of the Pontus army did not start out like they did here. So carefully considered.

"Take inventory of your things, and then sign your name or put your fingerprint on it." After the boy finished speaking, the boy next to him pushed the roster in his hand.

Tinibazus looked at the lines of handwriting on the roster, but he didn't recognize any of them. He could only follow the boy's instructions, dip his right thumb in black putty, and press it on the blank space.

"Nasuya." The young man turned around and shouted, "Take this soldier to the first team of the 500th."

"Okay, Brother Akago." A pretty girl with a slender figure responded, walked to the table, put the items on the table one by one into her bag, and slung it over her shoulder, leaving only a wooden shield and a wooden stick. , then smiled and said to Tinibazus: "Please come with me."