Rome Must Perish

This remark made several leaders pause.

Cross immediately asked, "What have you all acquired?"

Torrelugo glanced at him, "I’m not exactly sure what specific resources there are; you can ask Leader Maximus later."

Antonix said worriedly, "Since you’re going to stay here for at least another three days, these Pompeians are always a potential threat."

"You don’t need to worry about that. Leader Maximus has already considered it. Early in the morning, he sent someone to shout through the neighborhoods, requiring the Pompeians to stay indoors and not move around, or they would be killed without mercy. However, as long as they obediently followed the orders, their lives and property would be safeguarded. The Pompeians were weak and quickly obeyed the command; that’s why you see the city so quiet. Moreover, we are also quickly incorporating the Pompeian slaves who are willing to join us into the Guard to strengthen our forces—"

"The Supply Camp dares to privately expand their own troops!" Cross shouted sternly.

"Cross, you have the gall to say that! Your second brigade has long exceeded 5,000 soldiers, right? Are those all assigned by headquarters?! Don’t think that just because your camp is the furthest away, that quietly doing so means no one knows. The cooks we stationed there apply for supplies just as much as the other camps every time, but the consumption is the fastest. Is it because every soldier in your second brigade can eat so much?!"

Torrelugo’s sarcasm made Cross rather furious, and he shouted loudly, "Our second brigade is to fight against the Romans, recruiting more soldiers is necessary! You at the Supply Camp are responsible for logistical support; why do you need so many soldiers?!"

Torrelugo adopted a look of understanding, "Oh, you who are responsible for combat dare not attack Pompeii but are taken down by us who are responsible for logistical supplies."