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Cyrus He hurried through the narrow alleys of the camp, squeezing past soldiers carrying heavy equipment and bustling citizens. His gaze swept urgently around, as if searching for something important. Finally, he arrived at an open expanse of land known as the assembly ground.
The assembly ground was a space about half the size of a football field, covered in rough yellow sand and surrounded by rough wooden fences. The ground was trodden quite flat, indicating frequent military activities. At that moment, a large group of soldiers stood on the assembly ground, dressed in standard Roman military attire, wielding short swords and shields, but clearly lacking organization and command.
The soldiers' faces each showed varying degrees of fatigue and anxiety. Some whispered to each other, while others silently gazed into the distance. They stood there quietly, like a pile of goods waiting to be auctioned off, waiting for the centurions to make their selection.
On one side of the field, several centurions were discussing in low voices. They held the Roman legion's flags, wearing exquisite armor, as if they were the symbol of order in this chaos. Their eyes occasionally swept over the soldiers, evaluating each person's worth and potential, and then making their choices.
Cyrus stepped into the assembly area and immediately felt a tense atmosphere. His gaze swept over rows of standing soldiers, who seemed like commodities in a market, waiting to be chosen by the centurions. The soldiers' expressions were a mix of nervousness and anticipation, as if they were thinking, "Who will the centurions choose?" This was a crucial moment for them, and the centurions scrutinized each potential option with intense focus.
As Cyrus crossed the assembly area, his arrival immediately caused a stir. Someone whispered, "Look, it's Cyrus. Why is he here?" Another person speculated, "He must have been promoted to centurion due to his military achievements, by the Legion commander."
The news spread like wildfire, and many soldiers, upon hearing it, lit up with excitement. Some young soldiers even exclaimed, "If Cyrus becomes our centurion, I would follow him without any regrets."
At that moment, some of the centurions who were leisurely selecting soldiers noticed Cyrus's appearance and their expressions became tense. The lists in their hands suddenly seemed more important because they all knew that, given Cyrus's current popularity, once he started choosing people, everyone would likely flock to him.
"Not good, if Cyrus gets to choose first, we won't have any options left," a centurion whispered to his colleague.
As a result, the atmosphere in the assembly suddenly became more tense. The previously leisurely centurions suddenly accelerated, quickly scanning the faces of the soldiers, then pointing at a few of them, loudly calling out their names, hoping to get suitable candidates before Cyrus began his selection.
Cyrus walked back and forth in the assembly area. Every time he passed a soldier, he could feel their efforts to present the most majestic and powerful appearance, with determined eyes as if saying, "Choose me, centurion, I won't let you down!" His heart was filled with pressure and conflict. This was his first time serving as a centurion, and the soldiers' expectations weighed heavily on his shoulders.
The atmosphere in the assembly area became increasingly tense, with many people even walking directly up to Cyrus to volunteer, wielding weapons and attempting to demonstrate their skills. "Choose me, centurion, I can shoot an arrow straight through the heart!" a confident archer said. Another soldier struck a nimble pose and said, "centurion, I excel in close combat, give me a chance!"
Cyrus was upset, but he forced himself to calm down. He began to ponder what kind of members an efficient squad would need. First, as a new centurion, he was not very familiar with the various trivial matters in the army, so he needed an experienced deputy who could give advice at critical moments.
Next, he began to think about tactics. He didn't want his squad to be just a single-edged sword; he needed versatile soldiers. He needed cavalry skilled in close combat, as well as specialists in long-range attacks, such as archers or slingers.
After some thought, Cyrus's heart gradually calmed down. He walked to the center of the assembly area, cleared his throat, and looked firmly at every soldier present.
"Soldiers, I am your new centurion, Cyrus. I am now going to form a versatile squad. I need experienced deputies and specialists skilled in both close combat and long-range attacks. If you think you are suitable, please come to me. I will personally select, hoping everyone can prove their worth with your strength."
As Cyrus finished speaking, a silence fell over the assembly area, followed by a stir of restlessness. A glint appeared in the soldiers' eyes as they exchanged determined glances with each other, then they all moved towards Cyrus, ready to accept the challenge of this new centurion.
The soldiers were drawn to Cyrus as if by magic, swarming towards him in large numbers as if the other centurions didn't even exist. The air seemed filled with awe and anticipation for Cyrus, leaving the other centurions feeling quite helpless.
"It's really a young person's world," sighed a centurion, expressing a small complaint without showing any resentment towards Cyrus.
However, not all centurions are so calm. A centurion named Lucius, seeing Cyrus receiving so much attention, couldn't help but spit on the floor.
"This kid dares to ignore us seniors. Even if he's the darling of the Legion commander, he can't be so willful." Lucius's heart boiled with hatred. If it weren't for military discipline, he almost wanted to go over and teach Cyrus a lesson.
At this moment, Cyrus did not notice Lucius's malice. His focus was entirely on how to choose the right soldiers, because he knew that a successful battalion not only needed an outstanding commander, but also a group of outstanding warriors.
However, such popularity also brings considerable pressure and hostility to Cyrus, which are the problems he must face and resolve in the future. At this moment, his life and military career have opened a new chapter because of this draft.
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