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Pluto suddenly realized that his emotion was getting out of control, and a sense of awkwardness filled the air in the tent. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled slightly, and tried to ease the tense atmosphere.
"Cyrus, war... war is not a simple matter. One day, when you enter the management level, you will understand everything I am saying tonight. At that time, you will face not only choices and challenges on the battlefield, but also political, moral, and even philosophical issues."
Pluto stood up and walked over to Cyrus, giving his sturdy shoulder a firm pat.
"I'm really looking forward to your speech tomorrow morning. I believe you will do great."
Cyrus nodded, feeling a warm sensation in his heart. Despite the heaviness of Pluto's words, they also felt like a ray of light, illuminating his hopes and fears for the future.
"You can go now, rest well, and prepare for tomorrow." Pluto gestured towards the exit of the tent, his expression revealing a warmth and concern akin to that of a father.
Cyrus took his leave, filled with more respect and curiosity for this extraordinary Legion commander. He began to understand that he was following not only an excellent warrior, but also a far-sighted leader.
Watching Cyrus leave, Pluto also felt a mix of emotions. He knew that everything he had done might make these young soldiers start to question and even change. But all of this was necessary to face.
"Perhaps, this is the cost of growing up..." he murmured, then slowly drew the tent's curtain closed. With a soft sigh, he returned to his seat and began preparing for the unknown that lay ahead.
The next morning, as the morning mist had not yet fully dissipated, the call of Legio IX reverberated throughout the camp. Approximately three thousand soldiers poured out from their tents, dressed in neat armor, carrying shields and short swords, and marched step by step to the central square of the camp.
The square was originally a vast expanse of land, but now it has been deeply marked by the presence and training of this legion over time. In this place, they have experienced countless gatherings and drills, as if every inch of the land records their sweat and effort.
"One team, align!" "Two teams, march three steps forward!" The sergeants of each class shouted loudly, their eyes staring like bronze bells, carefully inspecting whether the soldiers were arranged according to the standards. From time to time, sergeants pointed at the ground with long swords, making soldiers in incorrect positions readjust.
On one side of the square is a wooden platform, where Pluto stands, holding a sword made of special metal, overlooking the troops below with solemnity. His short beard, black hair, and stern expression all appear unusually serious. However, his eyes reveal a deep sense of concern.
Standing next to him is Cyrus, who seems even more tense than Pluto. As a soldier, he naturally understands the feelings of Legion commander at this crucial moment. Cyrus is worried not only for himself, but also for the future of the entire Legio IX.
Pluto turned to look at Cyrus, his lips curling slightly as if trying to find a boost of morale from this young soldier. He knew that if the morale of Legio IX once again declined in this land a thousand miles from Rome, no one could save them.
Feeling a heavy heart, Pluto knew he couldn't let Legio IX be defeated in this distant land, or no one could save them. But he also knew that the pressure of this war had already dampened the morale of many soldiers. If Cyrus could uplift spirits through his speech, perhaps he could inject some vitality into Legio IX.
"Cyrus, are you ready?" Pluto turned to Cyrus and said, his voice filled with anticipation and encouragement.
Cyrus nodded tightly, took a deep breath, and stepped forward, standing in front of the assembled troops.
Pluto gazed at him, silently praying that this young soldier would successfully inspire the morale of Legio IX in this distant region. He was not just fighting for the legion, but for every person living within the Roman Empire.
Cyrus stood in the center of the camp, surveying the soldiers around him. His gaze was firm, and his voice deep and confident.
"Soldiers, I know you've heard the rumors about the vanguard encountering a shapeshifter. Yes, it's not just hearsay, it's true. Our vanguard encountered a monster that transformed into a bear during reconnaissance."
The soldiers' expressions turned fearful, and an uneasy atmosphere spread through the air.
"But listen, this battle has taught us that no matter how powerful or strange the opponent may be, as long as we remain calm and rational, there is nothing that cannot be defeated." Cyrus tightly gripped his Roman short sword and continued, "Each of us has learned to fight on this land, learned how to face death, haven't we? So now is no exception. A true Roman soldier does not shrink back because of the unknown and fear."
Cyrus's words reveal a charm and leadership quality, causing the soldiers to go from initial astonishment to increasing emotion passion.
"We are the sons of Rome, we are the daughters of Rome! We fight for the glory and greatness of Rome! If we are trapped on this land, let this land also know how high the morale of Rome is, and how unshakable it is!"
Cyrus's words greatly inspired the morale of all the soldiers in the camp, and the fire of passion for Rome and the desire for battle once again burned in everyone's eyes.
"For Rome!" Cyrus declared loudly at the end.
"For Rome!" The soldiers almost responded in unison, each one gripping their weapons tightly, ready to face whatever was coming.
Cyrus smiled, knowing he had successfully boosted the soldiers' morale. He felt that no matter how difficult or dangerous the road ahead, as long as they held Rome in their hearts, they would surely overcome. He tightened his grip on his short sword once again, silently vowing that for Rome, they would fight until the very end.
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