Rome Must Perish

"Report to the leader, the Roman army in the west has repeatedly bombarded Attutmus’s troops with dozens of Crossbow Cannons, many of our brothers there feel panicked! ... Report to the leader, the Roman army in the west threw javelins while crossing the river, injuring many brothers! ... Report to the leader, the Roman army in the west has already engaged in battle with Attutmus’s troops, their attack is fierce, and Attutmus’s troops are slowly retreating, allowing most of the Romans to land..."

The repeated reports of the ally’s situation from the reconnoitre made the brows of Maximus knot together.

"The Roman army in the west is attacking fiercely, I’m afraid Attutmus won’t hold out for long..." Flanitnus reminded.

"Should we send reinforcements?" Maximus asked worriedly.

"Leader, I don’t think it’s necessary." Quintus calmly said: "Sending too few reinforcements won’t make a difference; sending too many, and the Roman army on the other side of the river will surely notice. If they attack with full force, how would we defend? We have previously discussed what we should do if Attutmus’s troops cannot hold off the Roman army—"

Flanitnus immediately said in a deep voice: "I think now is the time to implement that plan early!"

Maximus was somewhat hesitant: changing the formation of a troop of over ten thousand people would take considerable time, and under the current situation, starting the implementation would mean there wouldn’t be extra time to make new changes.

He subconsciously asked, "Can Spartacus really arrive in time with his troops?"

"Didn’t Hagux, who just returned, already say that Spartacus personally promised to lead his army at the fastest speed possible to provide reinforcement!" Flanitnus replied.