Chapter 31 - 30 Night Raid
The black night arrived, and under the bright moon and complete silence, the rebel soldiers who had been resting on the ground since afternoon awoke from their slumber. After eating the food carefully prepared by the supply team, they were full of spirit, high in morale, and eager to try.
However, when they arrived at the edge of the eastern cliff led by Spartacus and looked down, their hearts began to pound: the cliff was steep as if carved by a knife, the ground was unfathomable, and the strong mountain wind howled forcefully, blowing the trees below, as if demons were dancing in chaos, ready to devour them at any moment.
This mountain wind also rushed up the mountain wall, blowing at the soldiers standing at the edge of the cliff, making it almost impossible for them to stand.
Just as they were filled with fear, "I'll go first." Spartacus's deep voice echoed in their ears. Without hesitation, he fulfilled his promise. His strong hands tightly grasped a sturdy rope tied to a large rock, and his solid legs stepped firmly into the rock crevices along the mountain ridge. Following the dangling rope, he slowly descended.
Everyone on the cliff held their breath, nervously watching his figure grow smaller and smaller. Every flicker of the rope and every groan he let out tugged at their nerves.
Though the moonlight was bright tonight, the darkness at the bottom of the cliff eventually swallowed Spartacus's figure. Unable to see him, their hearts grew more anxious until the rope powerfully shook three times, then shook three times again—this was the agreed-upon signal.
The soldiers let out a sigh of relief, each with a look of joy on their faces: Spartacus succeeded! He safely reached the ground!!
"It's my turn." Cross stepped forward.
"And me." Enomai also stepped forward. There were two ropes hanging down from the top of the mountain to ensure that the soldiers could descend quickly. Otherwise, at the pace Spartacus descended, it would take a long time to get all five hundred warriors down.