Rome Must Perish

"What I said at the tribal alliance meeting was annihilation! Complete annihilation of these mercenaries! You haven’t fulfilled the agreement at all!" yelled Andres frantically.

"Don’t even mention completely wiping out these mercenaries; just attacking the camp inside—after Brochi’s reinforcements left, it’s impossible with just our forces! Many of our Mazi warriors have already died or been wounded. We can’t afford any more losses!"

Saromis responded resolutely, concerned that after Brochi’s army left, his own troops would be used by Andres as the main force to attack the camp.

He then showed compassion and advised, "Andres Chief, this war not only caused many of your Segestica warriors to die or be wounded, but also used up a lot of food and resources! If this continues, the tribal people will protest. I advise you to withdraw temporarily, and let the tribe recuperate. Then look for another opportunity to completely destroy these mercenaries..."

"Later?" Andres suddenly laughed, but the laughter was shrill, his expression uglier than crying.

After a moment, he stopped laughing and looked coldly at Saromis, "If you want to leave, get out quickly. Don’t just stand here and be an eyesore!"

Saromis walked away angrily.

Temagis couldn’t help but speak, "Andres—"

"What, you want to leave too?!" Andres turned abruptly, looking at Temagis with what seemed like a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Temagis smiled bitterly, "Now that Brochi and Mazi’s reinforcements are gone, with just you and me and these four or five thousand men, it’s not a question of whether we can take down the mercenaries’ camp; we have to constantly be on guard against mercenaries coming out and engaging us in a decisive battle!"