Rome Must Perish

After Maximus finished questioning these slaves one by one, he naturally couldn’t test them to verify the truth, because he had to act quickly to avoid other leaders noticing and coming to compete with him for people. Due to the limited spots, he chose those who responded to his multiple questions, so among the 30 people he selected, most were relatively older.

Seeing this situation, Hamilcar felt a bit uneasy and quietly asked, "The people you picked seem capable, but they are too old. Can they take care of so many wounded soldiers?"

Maximus responded confidently, "Teacher, rest assured, since I’ve taken on this responsibility, I have a way to handle the treatment of the wounded. However, in the future, you must give us in the Supply Team some younger and stronger ones."

Hamilcar hesitated a moment, then said, "Alright, you can pick five younger ones to return to the Supply Team."

Maximus reminded, "Teacher, thank you for your help, but if we do this, Cross and the others might—"

Hamilcar waved his hand, "You are taking away the elderly that each battalion doesn’t want; they are more than happy. Since you’re at a loss because of this, you should indeed get more compensation, and Cross and the others shouldn’t have any objections."

Seeing Hamilcar say this, Maximus no longer held back. He immediately called for five more army slaves in their thirties whom he thought were decent, then left the camp with these thirty-five people and returned to the wine farm.

He went directly to the kitchen to find Acronis, who was busy inside.

Upon seeing him, Acronis complained, "Captain, you informed me that the leaders want to hold a victory celebration for the warriors tonight and to make dinner more sumptuous, preferably before sunset. Time is tight, and we are short of people here. Everyone’s working hard, but it’s tough to finish by dusk!"