Rome Must Perish

"Including the Second Legion, it’s about 3,300 people." Fesaros replied uncertainly.

"Now I have two tasks for you." Maximus said solemnly: "First, you are temporarily in command of these 3,300 people, and this camp is also temporarily under your control. From now on, you must maintain the order inside the camp, do not destroy any buildings, and ensure our wealth suffers no losses. Wait until the reinforcements arrive, and assist them in transferring the camp’s property and population, can you do it?!"

Seeing the expectant look in Maximus’s eyes, Fesaros hesitated slightly and then replied, "I can."

"Very well! As a commander, you must not only lead troops but also learn to manage civilians. Otherwise, if you’re tasked with defending a village or town in the future and do not know how to manage, how can you fight if the place falls into chaos?"

Maximus lectured briefly and then continued, "The second task is to have some of your soldiers don Pannonian gear and pretend to guard the camp, while our troops will feign an attack..."

Fesaros was initially confused, but then his eyes brightened: "Leader, I understand now! You want to make the enemy reinforcements think this camp is still under their control, luring them into a trap, and then..."

"Good, get to work on these two tasks quickly!" Maximus urged.

Once Fesaros had left, Maximus spoke with slight concern to Quintus: "Let’s hope the reinforcements from Segestica haven’t learned of this camp’s fall yet!"

"Leader, your plan to lure and annihilate the enemy is quite ingenious, and it must have pleased Mileva, which is why everything has gone smoothly so far. I trust she will continue to protect us!" Quintus consoled sincerely.