Chapter 35 - 34 Need for Guard
"Precisely because these new slaves are familiar with military affairs, they shouldn’t be used as ordinary soldiers," Maximus asserted confidently. "They can cook, which the kitchen of the Supply Team needs; they can transport supplies, which the transport of the Supply Team needs; they can care for the wounded, which the convalescent camp the Supply Team is about to set up needs; they can also maintain and repair weapons, which is something our team urgently needs..."
"They also know how to conduct military training and how to build a camp... We need them even more to teach our new recruits who know nothing!" Cross reminded assertively.
"It seems these new brothers are quite popular," Spartacus said seriously, looking at the two of them. "Each battalion needs them to improve combat strength, and the Supply Team needs them to better assist us. I think we can first assign thirty people to the Supply Team; if more join in the future, we can give more to the Supply Team. What do you think?"
No one else objected, but Maximus looked aggrieved. "Only 30 out of more than 200 for our Supply Team? That’s too few!... Well, for the sake of our entire team, I agree."
He paused and then continued with a serious expression, "I have one more suggestion. I hope the Supply Team can have its own Guard."
As soon as he said this, Cross immediately opposed, "Absolutely not! The Supply Team isn’t responsible for combat. Your safety is protected by us, and there’s no need to allocate a Guard to you!"
"We used to think the same. With your protection, we didn’t have to worry about our safety," Maximus said with a look of regret. "But because of this, when you were fighting below the mountain, our Supply Team was fighting fires in the camp. When you were defeated, throwing away weapons and armor to escape desperately, did anyone think of holding back the pursuers for our Supply Team?
While we were panicking, we were also trying to drive the carts up the mountain so you wouldn’t starve when defending it. As a result, time was delayed. Our Supply Team consists of the elderly, women, and children. How could they outrun you? In the end, over thirty were caught by the enemy and died in that Thousand-man Pit..."
Maximus sniffled with a sad expression.