Rome Must Perish

"Why?" Antonix was somewhat puzzled, "This place is so good, it’s convenient for our defense, and if we really can’t hold out, we can retreat to the mountain behind. Isn’t it because of this unique terrain that we defeated the Romans? This is a place blessed by the war god Ares! Why give it up? Furthermore, if you move to that farm to the north, the terrain there is flat, it’s very easy for the Roman Army to launch a surprise attack, and if we’re defeated, it’s not easy to retreat, our legs can’t outrun the Roman cavalry."

Cross immediately said loudly, "I agree with Spartacus’s opinion, we shouldn’t stay on this mountain any longer! Yesterday’s battle has already told us that relying only on defense and waiting won’t defeat the Romans, and the way we defeated the Romans this time can’t be repeated. The Romans will learn the entire battle process from the stragglers, and next time they come to attack us, they won’t make the same mistakes again.

Defense requires skill, new soldiers can’t learn it in a short time, attack mainly requires courage, and our brothers do not lack hatred for the Romans, hatred will fill them with power, so taking the initiative is our best choice, and building a camp on flat ground without natural defenses means we can only secure safety by defeating the enemy, while staying on this mountain may soften our fighting will!"

"I also agree with Spartacus’s opinion." Hamilcar nodded to Antonix, speaking in a gentle tone, "Not to mention anything else, the farm to the north is surrounded by trenches and earth walls dug by the Romans, in fact, its defense is better than our camp here. Moreover, on flat ground, we can train our soldiers better, and once our forces expand, it will be easier to expand the camp outside as well. Also, it’s easier for the Supply Team to transport supplies on flat ground..."

"Let’s relocate the camp quickly, there’s nothing good here!" Enomai complained, "The surroundings of the camp are all scorched, there’s a burnt smell everywhere. And there’s that pool of corpses, although they’ve been cremated, just thinking about it makes me uncomfortable, we might as well quickly change to a new place."

The suggestion to relocate the camp was passed and it was quickly decided to act on it the next day.

After making this decision, a few leaders had nothing more to say, as usual, Spartacus asked as a final question: "Does anyone have any other suggestions?"

"I do." Maximus, who had been silent in the corner, spoke, "From yesterday to today, we have more than 240 people injured to varying degrees, and judging from the previous recovery of the wounded, I’m afraid that more than half will die from wounds festering and high fever. I learned some medical skills when I was young, and I believe that if the wounds are cleaned and bandages are changed regularly, keeping the wounds clean, allowing them to get adequate rest, and providing them good enough food... as long as the external injuries are not too severe, most of them can eventually recover."

"But our current care for them is really insufficient!" Maximus said painfully, "Causing those brothers who fought alongside us shoulder to shoulder (referring to those gladiators who were injured during the escape) to lack sufficient treatment and die, we can’t go on like this! I suggest putting these wounded entirely in the care of our Supply Team, I will have my men take good care of them, doing our best to let them heal and return to the team!"