Chapter 6 Flora Temple
"I recognize you, Spartan Warrior of Thrace, a legend of the arena! And you, the lion from Gaul! Could you spare my life, seeing as I'm a fan of yours, always cheering for you in the arena? My family depends on me for survival!..." the driver pleaded again.
Cross seemed somewhat moved by his words, but Spartacus calmly said, "Tie him up and take him with us."
Cross was a bit surprised: "Spartacus, why make things so complicated? Didn't we always just take the stuff and let the people go before?"
There was a spark in Spartacus's eyes as he whispered, "If the Capua People don't know we've hijacked a wagon carrying gladiator weapons, and think most of us are unarmed, when their garrison troops come to pursue us unsuspectingly..."
Cross's eyes lit up, his crimson tongue licking his lips: "Seems like we don't need to rush to escape, let's hit them hard first!—"
At that moment, Maximus poked his head out of the cart: "Spartacus, there are a total of 60 short swords, 15 longswords, 15 long spears, 40 square shields, 40 round shields, 90 helmets, 90 pairs of shin guards, and 5 fishing nets in the cart."
"That's a lot of stuff!" Cross listened excitedly, even forgetting to scowl at Maximus.
Spartacus was somewhat surprised: he knew Maximus could read and write, but he didn't know this young man had such good arithmetic skills, being able to tally the cart's supplies so quickly. It should be known that almost all of their number, whether from Thrace or Gaul, were illiterate gladiators who needed to count on their fingers for arithmetic under ten, Hamilcar being the only reliable one, but even he couldn't match Maximus's speed.
Spartacus gave Maximus a deep look and asked, "How far is the temple you mentioned earlier?"