Rome Must Perish

"It must be that the path ahead is too narrow for the carriages," Hamilcar thought for a moment and explained, "Besides, the people in the Supply Team are just old folks, women, and children; they also can't guard these carriages. Bringing them up the mountain was already a great effort."

"Indeed, it's remarkable that Maximus managed to organize the Supply Team to safely bring these supplies up the mountain while we were suffering a defeat and being chased by the Roman Army. You did the right thing by having him take over the Supply Team!"

Spartacus praised Maximus, then turned to look at the other gladiators, "Volcres, you stay here with the brothers and guard our food."

Volcres, a Thrace gladiator, had always been loyal to Spartacus, and immediately followed the order.

Other gladiators stayed behind as Spartacus and Hamilcar continued upwards, soon seeing more than a dozen people coming down from above.

Spartacus instantly recognized the leader as the gladiator Fesaros, who had injured his leg while escaping from Gladiator School but recovered after twenty days and served as a centurion under Antonix. Upon seeing Spartacus, his tired eyes lit up, and he respectfully called, "Leader Spartacus!"

Behind him were new slave recruits, their heads low, looking dejected, not even bothering to look up at Spartacus.

Spartacus noticed and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Maximus begged everyone to send people to guard the grain in the carriages below, but no one was willing, except me," Fesaros said helplessly, "because I'm on good terms with Maximus and couldn't refuse."