Chapter 166 - 118 Defeat_2
"The Romans should launch an attack on Maximus soon. From here... the distance is less than ten miles," Attutmus pointed toward the northeast.
"I’ll take some men to scout first." Okmar waved his hand and led the cavalry away hurriedly.
After quite a while, a long procession emerged in Attutmus’s field of vision, led by Spartacus himself.
Even while listening to Attutmus’s brief recounting of the earlier defeat, Spartacus didn’t halt his advance.
After hearing the explanation, he frowned and asked, "So... forty to fifty thousand Roman troops are currently besieging Maximus’s forces. Do you think he can hold out until we arrive to rescue them?"
Attutmus wanted to say it was impossible, but upon seeing Spartacus drenched in sweat, along with the soldiers around him in a similar state, he opened his mouth but revised his response: "Perhaps he can."
"Maximus is extremely capable; he’s created miracles many times before. He will surely persevere!" Spartacus spoke resolutely. It wasn’t that he had unwavering faith in Maximus but that he needed to reassure himself; this was the hope for the rebels’ victory.
Suddenly, Spartacus raised his right hand high, vigorously gesturing forward, and shouted, "Brothers! Maximus’s troops are fiercely battling ahead. They desperately need our reinforcements! We must pick up our pace, reach them in time, defeat the Romans, and secure our survival!"
Spurred on by Spartacus’s rousing call, the rebel soldiers, trudging forward for a slim chance at life despite their fatigue, overcame their wavering resolve after seeing the defeated remnants of Attutmus’s forces. Spartacus’s words injected strength back into their weary bodies.